THE HORSEWOMAN
By GG


I was between contracts and had just returned from a glorious holiday in 
the South of France. It would be another two weeks before I started 
again so I thought I could get some casual work to fill the gap. 
Something outdoors perhaps; I spent too much of my life sitting down in 
front of a computer screen and I was fairly skinny and unhealthy despite 
the tan. Some farm work maybe; I didn't care about the pay too much. 

I went down the employment exchange and got a few leads. One was some 
general work at a private house with stables. 

'Previous work with horses preferred.' It said. 'Ask for Pamela Farnham' 

I turned up dressed in the roughest clothes I had. It was a huge country 
house with stables, paddocks, and a swimming pool. I rang the front door 
bell but there was no answer, so I went round the back. A blonde woman 
was riding a huge black horse around a large field where all sorts of 
jumps had been laid out. 

She saw me and came over at a gallop! 

'Who the hell are you?' She shouted in a classy commanding tone. She was 
incredibly beautiful and looked very imposing in her riding gear. She 
took my breath away, in fact!  I stood there, gawping at her shiny black 
leather boots and steel spurs. She was wearing cream coloured jodhpurs 
and a white shirt which was being pressed out by large shapely breasts. 
She was built like an amazon goddess, with muscular thighs and very wide 
shoulders. 

'If you've come to sell something I'm not interested. Now you can just 
leave before I take my crop to you.' 

I came back to my senses and waved a piece of paper at her. 

'I'm Matt.' I said. 'I've come about the job.' 

She looked up to the sky and gave me a look of irritation. 'You want the 
farm; about two hundred yards further up the road.' 

She started to turn the horse away and then seemed to think of 
something. 

'Oh, wait!' she said in a friendlier tone. I left a message that the job 
was off but they probably didn't get it. Just as well. There is some 
work left to do. The builders left without taking that lot away.' 

She pointed over to a large pile of wooden palettes, the kind bricks 
come on. Then she cantered off to a gate and expertly opened it without 
dismounting. I followed her into the stable yard and waited while she 
dismounted. When she walked across the yard towards me she was equally 
imposing. She must be 6'3" easily, I thought. She towered over my modest 
5'7". 

'You don't seem like a labourer.' She said, looking me up and down. 

'Computers.' I replied. 'Just doing some fill in work to pass the time.' 

'Well I want all these broken up for firewood. You can shift them over 
behind the stable first so they're out of the way and then store the 
firewood with those logs over by the house.' 

She marched back across the yard and started to unsaddle the horse. 

I grabbed the nearest palette and tried to lift it. It was too heavy so 
I started to drag it across the yard.  She saw me doing this and marched 
over again. 

'What on earth are you doing?' she asked. 

'They're heavy!' I replied. 

'Don't be ridiculous. You'll be all day like that!' 

She strode off to where three of the palettes were stacked. I watched in 
amazement as she bent down, took a wide grip and picked them up high 
above her head. Then she walked a few paces and threw them across the 
yard. They landed by the edge of the stable block. 

'You can smash them up over there!' 

She walked off towards the house with the boots crunching loudly on the 
concrete of the yard. What a woman! After about an hour I had dragged 
all of the palettes out of the yard. They were so heavy I couldn't 
believe how strong she was! 

I was tired already but I had to make a start on the firewood. I found a 
fairly heavy hammer and an axe in the tack room and set to work. Another 
hour and I hadn't made much progress. The planks were thick and nailed 
together as if they meant it. The wood from only two of the palettes was 
in a small pile on the grass. I saw her come back out of the house. She 
was still dressed in her riding gear, but had a leather jacket and 
gloves on. 

'What have you been doing all this time?' she said, glancing at the 
pile. I expected you to be finished by now. Get on with it!' 

She watched as I attacked the third palette with the axe. 

'You're so pathetic!' She shrieked. 'Stand back.' 

She walked up, raised her foot and brought the heel of her riding boot 
down on the palette. The wood shattered as the thing broke clean in two. 
The power in her legs must be incredible! She kicked and stomped a few 
more times and the whole thing was reduced to a scattered mess of 
matchwood in seconds. She threw another one down and I watched as her 
huge boots - they must have been size 10 or 11 - demolished the thick 
wood like balsa. 

She walked over to me and looked me up and down again. 

'You're not really cut out for this are you.' She said. 'I think I'll 
have to find you some work indoors. I live alone and don't have much 
time for housework.' 

I followed her to the house. She wiped her boots carefully and ordered 
me to take my shoes off. 

'You can do some tidying up in the kitchen and then clean my boots.' She 
said. 

I did the washing up and then went back to the lounge where she was 
sitting reading in an armchair. She still had her riding boots and spurs 
on. 

'I think I should give this up and leave.' I said. 'The work you have is 
not really for me.' 

She didn't say anything but just stretched her right leg out towards me 
as if she wanted me to take her boot off. I walked up to her. Before I 
knew it, she had hooked the spur inside my belt and forced her powerful 
leg back down so that I was slammed to the floor, still impaled on the 
spur. She rested her foot on my stomach and continued reading as if I 
wasn't there. I struggled but I couldn't get out from under that huge 
boot. I pleaded with her but she just ignored me. I was trapped there 
for over an hour, squirming, begging, trying to reason with her. It was 
total humiliation. I was completely the slave of this boot! I pushed it 
and hit it and tried to crawl from it but it held me there, crushing me 
from time to time when I tried to escape. 

She seemed to get to the end of the book and tossed it into the 
fireplace. Then there was a terrible pain in my groin as she stood up 
and pressed her heel into me. I began to be shoved across the carpet 
with the toe of the boot. I tried to get up a few times but that only 
meant I was slammed down harder under her foot. I was rolled and pushed 
by the toe or heel and dragged down a long hall by the spur. She had 
only touched me with her boots, but had forced me all the way to a door 
at the end of the passage. I heard a key being worked in the lock and 
the door opened. I was kicked into a large room which smelt very 
strongly of leather. 

It was full of riding boots. There must have been one hundred pairs at 
least. Mostly black but also brown and black with cream or brown tops. 
There were some thigh length riding boots as well - like highwaymen used 
to wear. Most of the boots were dirty and some were caked with mud. 

'You're not dressed for the job.' She said coldly, and kicked me. I slid 
across the floor. Then she hooked the spur in my shoe and pulled her leg 
back. The shoe ripped and was pulled off. She did the same with the 
other shoe, then pushed the toe of her huge boot roughly under my belt 
as I lay on my back. With a violent, powerful kick, she launched me 
upwards. The belt snapped and my trousers ripped all the way down the 
leg. She was undressing me with her boots! She stamped on parts of my 
clothing with one foot and ripped with the other until I was completely 
naked. 

I was terrified. Then she went to a shelf, took down some clothes and 
threw them on the floor in front of me. They were a maid's outfit! 

'Now dress!' She commanded. 

I had no choice. There were stockings, knickers, a bra, black skirt, 
white blouse and high-heeled shoes. I dressed clumsily while she stood 
with her hands on her hips and watched me. When I finished she nodded 
her approval. 

'You are now my boot maid. You will live in this room and clean all my 
boots from morning to night. When they are all clean, I will inspect 
them. You will not leave until they are all spotless.' 

The End.