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What is my age: I am 33
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What is my ethnicity: Kenyan
My gender: Female
Figure features: My figure features is medium-build
My favourite drink: White wine
Favourite music: Classical
In my spare time I love: Riding a bike
I have tattoo: None

I started out on my first day of imprisonment — oh, all right, slavery — at Femdom Farm feeling far from confident. This was no happy fuck camp!

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Needless to say, Emily had to swallow her sad feelings and walk towards the nun, leading her slave by the reins. Ben knelt down and Emily sat astride him.

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It was a beautiful feeling. He remained still, waiting for orders. Otherwise he could be tempted to lose the right way again!

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Does the nun want to kill these guys? Emily broke down and cried, hugging the boy and getting her pretty dress wet with his sweat. Then she turned around, and for the first time ever she looked at his face…. Would you mind helping me try another solution?

She whipped Ben when needed, of course, but never showed the sadism and cruelty of her first time on his shoulders. Actually she just wanted to be alone and assess her new feelings. Ben is very well trained, one of our best.

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Without even looking at him, Emily dismounted and took a thin branch from the tree. Emily mentally reviewed the events of that incredible morning while letting her new slave carry her home.

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But sometimes the ways of God are a bit mysterious. This was too much for the young woman, who 24 hours before had never seen a ponyboy.

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And for the first time in my life I felt that someone cared about me. Their trip begun. Emily hesitated for a moment, then looked at the nun and knew what to do: a couple of harsh hits with the spurs into his abdomen summoned hidden energies and the slave lifted her up.

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Is that boy giving you any trouble? She wanted a whip to beat the shit out of him!

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Sister Helen was going to be proud of her. One day, for the first time ever, he talked to her, just as soon as she removed the bit from his mouth.

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She still uses him as ponyboy and whip his back mercilessly, now with an untroubled smile on her face. She regained her balance, and turned her sudden adrenaline from the escaped danger into excitement towards the ride. She suddenly felt overwhelmed by guilty and sadness: he was almost young enough to be her son! You deserve this. The nun was leading a large carriage, so much filled with goods from the convent that she barely had a spot to sit.

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I just use you as a beast of burden! She was totally unconcerned with their fatigue.

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Life is beautiful, for both of them… because love can have very different forms… and the nuns were right on one thing: sometimes the ways of God can be a bit mysterious. His abdomen was marked and bleeding because of her spurs, his body trembling from the fatigue of carrying her… and, worst of all, he had an expression of pure terror. While four-legged ponyboys were all comfort and easy control, two-legged ones could go much faster… but clearly required a skilled rider!

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Emily spent some time with the nun, to help her with the fruit stand and catch up with the lost time. What can I do for you?

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Being carried was so beautiful! I never believed the whole story of expiating my sins. The worst moment of every day was when she took the harness away from him every afternoon, because of his scared and exhausted expression.

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The ponyboy immediately broke into a full gallop, and his rider found herself on the brink of being unsaddled. This was so unfair and wrong… What a monster have they turned me into? Then she turned around, and for the first time ever she looked at his face… She suddenly felt overwhelmed by guilty and sadness: he was almost young enough to be her son! You just need to have faith!

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Please leave this web site if you are underage, or if this type of content is illegal in your country. Then she decided to make Ben strive a little more… and feel who was the boss!

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She broke down and cried… silently at first, then louder and louder… until Sister Elizabeth overheard her siccups and stopped the carriage. The nun harshly pulled the bridles and made them stop again.

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She let the slave slow down for a little while, then used the bridles to lead him toward a tree, out of the beaten track. She gradually took some confidence and started enjoying the ride. Then she kept regularly whipping them to maintain the challenging pace she wished. He must live in constant fear of you, and always see you as the instrument God chose for his merciless expiation.

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All right, slave. I know it can be hard at the beginning. She just drove it and took the money from her clients.