“I’m going to harness you, mount you and ride you. I have no doubt you’ll submit to me. I already know that you’re helpless in the face of my sadistic beauty. But when I wrap my thighs around you, kick my heels into your flanks, and crack your ass with my crop, if I see you getting an erection? You’re going to be punished…”
“I told you to arrange my riding lesson at the stable. A simple enough command. But you couldn’t even do that right. So, you know what? YOU are going to be my pony. I’m going to saddle you, stick a bit in your mouth and crop your hide to shreds as I ride you around in the muck in front of all the equestrienne girls…”
You shined her riding boots. You ironed her jodphurs. But, like the simpering imbecile you are, you forgot to ascertain her riding lesson. Now, because of your stupidity, Princess Tiffani is poised in her riding gear, brandishing her riding crop, without a pony to mount. Idiot! Prepare to be stripped, humiliated, beaten, broken and violated by a creatively cruel, dominant young equestrienne, who doesn’t know the meaning of the word “mercy.” Get down on all fours and put the bit in your mouth. Now, you moron.
