It had been the year of hell so far for Olivia Gladstone-Carter. She had just turned twenty seven and Her husband of six years was divorcing her to be with his secretary, to make matters worse, she had signed the papers and sent them to Edward who was refusing to sign and was going to drag her through the courts over every single small detail from who gets the house to which of them gets the ‘best of Bryan Adams’ cd, and naturally it took its toll at her work as she was turning up late, short with clients and in general not being her usual productive member of the office team. She had a meeting with her boss on Monday where she had heard from others was probably her getting fired. On top of that her highly religious parents stopped talking to her after they heard about the divorce

But she did have one source of happiness, her horse. Olivia weekend rides stopped her going crazy at everyone and she was heading to the stables today, she had her long black hair in a severe ponytail, a grey turtleneck sweater worn under a black sleeveless quilted jacket, dark green and black jodhpurs that accentuated her long toned legs and to complete the look her expensive black Petrie brand leather knee high horseriding boots as worn by dressage riders. She wasn’t in any eventing or dressage team nor did she took part in competitions full stop, she just seen those boots and just had to have them and she always felt good wearing them, she took one last admiring look at herself in the mirror before heading out

In keeping with things not going her way this year, Olivias car wouldn’t start and had to be taken to the garage to be fixed but she was determined she was going for a ride and decided to get the bus, one of her friends, Francesca Montgomery-Fairfax, said she could drive Olivia back home when they finish so that was good, between the long tiring week and the bus drivers inability to understand the heating doesn’t need to be on the maximum setting all year round, she found herself dozing off and when she woke up Olivia had missed her stop so she got off at the next one and it turns out she is three stops away. Someine had vandalised the bus timetable attached to the bus stop sign making it hard to read and as she is about to look up bus timetables on her phone it loses power. With it being a reduced service on a Sunday Olivia thought better calling a taxi to take her the rest of the way but there was no payphones around and in this part of the countryside there seemed to be only one cottage in walking distance down a private road but she felt she had no other option, after a quick check of her handbag to make sure she had everything, she made her way to the cottage

When Olivia got to the door she knocked on the door to the cottage, no reply but she could see the land rover parked at the side and could hear faint noises coming from the row of outbuildings behind the cottage, three of the outbuildings looked like stables and the nearest one was where the noise was coming from and when she was close enough heard a woman’s voice

“naughty girl, teasing me like that, you know what’s going to happen now” said one voice, commanding and firm in its tone, making Olivia hairs on the back of her neck stand on end

“Yes Mistress” said another, meek and mild voice that had a touch of playfulness to her tone which Olivia found curious considering the firmness of the first voice, now curious she crept forward as quietly as she could, looking around to make sure no one else was about Olivia edged forward to the door, that was open ajar and peered in as discreetly as she could and what she seen shocked her

The stable had been turned into some sort of kinky sex dungeon, there was still straw on the floor and was lit by only some small wall mounted lamps in the stable was a lady best described as rubenesque, carrying a bit of weight but still an obvious beauty with shoulder length wavy brunette hair wearing a black vest top, black riding gloves, beige Jodhpurs and a pair of lovely leather knee high riding boots with a zip up the back, Olivia had seen her at the stables a few times as she has a horse there but her name escaped Olivia, she was circling a young woman who was on her knees, all the time toying with a riding crop, the woman kneeling was a thin, had blond hair in a loose ponytail and was naked except for a pair of knee high rubber aigle riding boots and what looked like a thick studded dog collar tight on her neck and shackles on her wrists and ankles

Now what Olivia probably should have done was slip away quietly, head back the way she came, waited for a bus to take her to the stables (there was a bus due in the next fifteen minutes but unfortunately Olivia didn’t know that) and have a good relaxing afternoon riding with her friends and put what she seen to the back of her mind but she couldn’t, part of her had to find out what was going on

Suddenly the brunette pushed the blonde forward so her ass was in the air and started to use the riding crop on her making the poor girl count ... And thank her, the mix of whimpering from pain to the moan of pleasure from the blonde stirred something inside her her hand moved toward her crotch, Olivia by her own admission didn’t experiment sexually growing up, even at the all girls boarding school when others experimented with girl on girl action and kinky fun she never got involved, her parents wouldn’t approve and even when she met, dated and married Edward missionary position was the only way they ever did it, whips? Bondage? No, never entered her head ... Until now

Now the brunette was pointing at her gorgeous boots and without a word, the blond started humping the outstretched boot then knelt and started kissing and licking them by this point without thinking Olivia had undone the fly and button fastening of her jodhpurs pushed them and her panties down to her thighs and was now furiously playing with her pussy, she thought the brunette looked majestic in the boots, the boots the beautiful boots on the beautiful larger lady, thinking to herself the blonde is a lucky bitch, Olivias free hand started groping for her breasts

The brunette had the blonde girl Well under her command, the girls breasts were clamped, squeezed, slapped and in between the screaming and yelps were moans of raw pleasure, the blonde was teased, tortured and tantalised all over, her moans of excitement and pleasured roving Olivia crazy as was both ladies riding boots, The Brunette got into the blondes face

“You want more ... Don’t you” she said as the blonde nodded enthusiasticly

“oh god yes Mistress Boots” said Olivia loudly but she did not realise she said it out loud, by now she was leaning on the door, eyes closed, face shining with sweat, now imagining the brunette doing everything to her and didn’t realise she had been heard by the two in the stable

“Oh, hello there..., you want some of this? ... I’m talking to you girl” said the brunette Olivia nodded obliviously thinking it’s in her head she’s hearing the voice then suddenly she felt her ponytail get pulled, her eyes snapped open and there was the brunette, her eyes fierce and angry but a cute smirk on her face, despite herself, Olivia kept playing with herself

“Get in” the Brunette said dragging Olivia by the ponytail, Olivia staggering to keep up, her Jodhpurs slipped to above her knees, her hand still rubbing her crotch, here eyes wide and glassy and was pulled to her knees, hand not once did she stop playing with herself, the Brunette getting in her face

“You want it all don’t you, you want ... What was it? Mistress Boots ... To take you, don’t you? Make you my slave” Olivia who had came twice already in her play felt another orgasm come on

“Oh god yes please” she said ... Her voice trembling, the brunette turned to the blonde who was looking amused at Olivia who still had her hand on her crotch

“Go get the spare shackles and collar” The brunette told the blonde, just then Olivia fell on her side, working her pussy into a frenzy “ better get the chastity belt too for the new girl”

When the blonde returned, they stripped her, but put her boots back on her ... this time without socks, the shackles went on and ... Despite Olivias whining and pleading, the chastity belt was fitted, the shackles and the belt were padlocked on and the wrist shackles used to cuff her hands behind her then bent her over a bench, her hair teased out the ponytail and allowed to hang free. The Brunette sat in a chair facing Olivia and had the poor bound girls phone (connected to a charger cable plugged into the wall and now getting a charge) and her purse and was looking through both and looked like she was doing alot on Olivia phone, she stopped and looked Olivia over as soft moans came from the bound girls lips, not only was her pussy was still aching to be touched but the feel of wearing her riding boots without socks was turning her on somehow, the feel of the inside of the boot on her skin and the feel of the shackles on her wrists as her weight shifted was driving her wild as was the brunette sitting so close in her majestic boots so near ... Yet so far, the blonde was sitting at the brunettes feet, the brunette spoke