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I tentatively drop to my knees, dragging my jeans on the floor as I bend down to lick your hot boots. I lick up the length of the soles and then mouth and shine the brilliant spurs before realising how I've somehow followed your order without thinking about it. As I come to my senses and stop being enthralled by how fucking hot you are Cowboy, I begin to have doubts and begin to retreat, worried at how submissive I am. I have to escape before I am branded.
I turn away from you as if to retreat, but in the process only expose my ass framed in my chaps as I face away from you. I start to scramble to my feet.
the cowboy dutifully lassos your ass and lets the loop drop to your knees before pulling the rope tight. You fall to the ground where the cowboy hog-ties you tight. The cowboy flips you on your stomach and walks away to the hot iron. He returns to boot stomp you flat with your ass exposed. He positions the hot iron next to your ass. You already feel the heat before the burning searing sound and smell of burning flesh....
YEE FUCKING HAWT ... I moan out and give a wild yell. I buck within the mass of ropes, your boot pining me down as you brand me with a mark of ownership. I writhe, not accepting your mark even though it sears deeper and deeper into my ass. I try to roll away from the brand but your cowboy boots keep me down. You shove one of them in front of my face and I succumb to the pain and begin to lick as an alternative to yelling out further... I pant and moan as the branding iron is lifted. I lie there a hogtied marked cowboy gazing up at you from underneath your spurred boots.
Your now mine boy. Lick some leather! And then I'm gonna saddle up my new bronc and take you bare back riding. And when you are good and tired, boy, I'm gonna ram my rod up your ass until you bleed. You ready for this cowboy? I think you are... yee ha!
I moan out as you claim me as your boy and I reluctantly begin to lick at your hot boots, trying to resist showing how much I am enjoying this but the long horn in my pants clearly shows I'm riled up. I shake my head as you ask if I'm ready but you ignore me, dominating me as your triumphant yell of yeehaw drowns out my pathetic murmurs. I slowly begin to nod as I lick your boots as you have ordered. I roll about within the confines of the rope a mixture of trying to be free and trying to do a good job of cleaning your boots. I reach over to lick the spurs till they are shining like new.
After I'm satisfied with your job of boot licking, I pull you up on your knees and force your face into my crotch... raunchy from a day of riding in the saddle. The raunchy smells fills your nostrils.... anticipation of hwat comes next.
My face is buried into your crotch and I can smell nothing but the raw hot dominance of your body and the smell of your huge longhorn. ;) I try to keep myself balanced upright which is pretty difficult from all this rope but then I'm not sure you are planning to keep me in this position for much longer. I breathe in and snort like a wild bronc and nuzzles into your crotch.
I tentatively drop to my knees, dragging my jeans on the floor as I bend down to lick your hot boots. I lick up the length of the soles and then mouth and shine the brilliant spurs before realising how I've somehow followed your order without thinking about it. As I come to my senses and stop being enthralled by how fucking hot you are Cowboy, I begin to have doubts and begin to retreat, worried at how submissive I am. I have to escape before I am branded.
ReplyDeleteFuck yeah! Yee haw! No way my boy is going to escape. The branding iron is in the fire getting hot! Now to get your ass ready to receive....
DeleteI turn away from you as if to retreat, but in the process only expose my ass framed in my chaps as I face away from you. I start to scramble to my feet.
Deletethe cowboy dutifully lassos your ass and lets the loop drop to your knees before pulling the rope tight. You fall to the ground where the cowboy hog-ties you tight. The cowboy flips you on your stomach and walks away to the hot iron. He returns to boot stomp you flat with your ass exposed. He positions the hot iron next to your ass. You already feel the heat before the burning searing sound and smell of burning flesh....
DeleteYEE FUCKING HAWT ... I moan out and give a wild yell. I buck within the mass of ropes, your boot pining me down as you brand me with a mark of ownership. I writhe, not accepting your mark even though it sears deeper and deeper into my ass. I try to roll away from the brand but your cowboy boots keep me down. You shove one of them in front of my face and I succumb to the pain and begin to lick as an alternative to yelling out further... I pant and moan as the branding iron is lifted. I lie there a hogtied marked cowboy gazing up at you from underneath your spurred boots.
DeleteYour now mine boy. Lick some leather! And then I'm gonna saddle up my new bronc and take you bare back riding. And when you are good and tired, boy, I'm gonna ram my rod up your ass until you bleed. You ready for this cowboy? I think you are... yee ha!
DeleteI moan out as you claim me as your boy and I reluctantly begin to lick at your hot boots, trying to resist showing how much I am enjoying this but the long horn in my pants clearly shows I'm riled up. I shake my head as you ask if I'm ready but you ignore me, dominating me as your triumphant yell of yeehaw drowns out my pathetic murmurs. I slowly begin to nod as I lick your boots as you have ordered. I roll about within the confines of the rope a mixture of trying to be free and trying to do a good job of cleaning your boots. I reach over to lick the spurs till they are shining like new.
DeleteAfter I'm satisfied with your job of boot licking, I pull you up on your knees and force your face into my crotch... raunchy from a day of riding in the saddle. The raunchy smells fills your nostrils.... anticipation of hwat comes next.
DeleteMy face is buried into your crotch and I can smell nothing but the raw hot dominance of your body and the smell of your huge longhorn. ;) I try to keep myself balanced upright which is pretty difficult from all this rope but then I'm not sure you are planning to keep me in this position for much longer. I breathe in and snort like a wild bronc and nuzzles into your crotch.
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