MAXine      THE AMAZON ACADEMY PT. ONE
By One belonging to Ms. Sonja
This story is a classic, and one kept as an example of how exciting a story can be!-------


The City's Horsy set was still talking about the news that the CITY HORSEMAN,
an exclusive riding club located just off Central Park, had been sold. For
Years the Cluc had catered to the scocial elite and the would be socialites in
the heart of New York City.

The purchaser was a Woman named Maxine, a young and ceautiful equestrienne,
who had been an alternate member of the U.S. Olympic Team only two years
previously. A 5'10", with short red hair, she appeared almost as imposing
physically as she was intellectually.

While some of the funds for the purchase of the stables were obtained through
bamk loans, most of the capital had secretly come from the wealthy clients.
wuth wgom Maxine dealt with in her other career --- that of a professional
Domanatrix. Several of these clients had advanced monies, either as loans ot
outright gifts to their Mistress, depending on her commands. Maxine planned to
change the focus of the stables from its traditional role to one that
emphasized specialized services for its female clients. Her professional staff
instructors and trainers, would be completely composed of female employees and
even the name of the club was to be changed to THE AMAZON ACADEM"Y.

Although she planned to allow some of tha male members to continue their club
privileges, no new ones would be admitted. The remaining males would have
restricted admission ti the specail clubhouse which was being prepared.While
the females' clubhouse was to be opulent in its splender, the males' clubhouse
was to be austere and bleak. As to the quality of the horses that would be
available, the males would only be provided withthe poorest choices and the
quality mounts would always be reserved for the female clients. Unless of
course Mxine believed that a particularly spitited steed might be used to
humiliate a smug male who over estimated his riding abilities. More
importantly, she vowed that any troublesome males would be weeded Out. By
troublesome she meant any maled who did not display the proper deference to
his female superiors.

Walter Weiner, a middle aged, would-be socialite who had been a long time
member of the club, was just the type of male chauvinist that Maxine wanted
weeded out. from the start of her takeover, he had indicated that he resented
the management style of the haughty new owner. His small 5'7" inch frame was
indicative of a puny little mind in a puny little man. Not only was he
critical of her management plans but there had been incidents of abuse toward
her staff and toward the animals. One month ago she had approached him
afterseeing him return with a horse which had obviously been overworked. She
had even noticed spur and whip marks on the animal's flanks. Two weeks later
she had seen another animal similarly mistreated and found out that Walter had
been its rider.

Kit, one of her newly hired trainers, told her that Walter had threatened that
if she told Maxine about the incident, he would whip her ass worse than he had
the horse's! She laughed at the threat but thought it was better to report it
to her boss than to box Walter's ears in personally and perhaps spoil Maxine's
plans.

Maxine had wanted to confront him at that point but had nothad the opportunity
for another two weeks when she saw him returning another horse that looked
similarly abused. Kot politely asked Mr. Wiener to meet Ms. Mxine in her
office to discuss his participation in a special equestrian team that she was
assembling.

Minutes later, Walter was standingin Ms. Maxine's office. He was dressed in
his traditional riding outfit. He had on a brand new pair of Custom-made boots
and an expensive pair of spotless white breeches. Despite the expensive price
of the apparel, the pants and boots were to tight, making his legs look like
stuffed sausages. But the vain male thought that the outfit made him look
macho and supposed that the looks which the women in the club were giving him
were one's lusty desire rather than of ridicule.

Maxine, having just arrived on her motorcycle,was dressed in heavy black
leather----jacket, pants, guantlets, and thick soled boots that rose well over
her knees.

When Walter entered her office, he still thought that the mesage about the
"equestrian team" was for real. Maxine realizing his naive gullibility, played
along with his silly questions.

She assured hin that she was assembling a team ---- avery special team where
the riders would all be women and the mounts would all be males.

Walter, acting like a typical male lecher, took the suggestion as some sort of
sexual advance by the beautiful proprietress of the stables and suggested that
she could mount him ahytime she wanted.

But Maxine assured him that this would be real competition with other women's
riding groups. she told him that she envisioned an international competition
where the males will be saddled up and ridden in various competitions by their
female jockeys. Events would include races, jumping and trick riding. Maybe
even a polo match. Of course, to make the contests more competitive the males
woud be dressed in restrictive garments, such as corsets and high-heels.

"Are you still interested?" she asked, poking him playfully in his ribs and
groin with the tip of her crop.

Walter was more than taken aback. "Listen Bitch," he snarled, "I don't know
what kind of kinky pervert you think you're dealing with but nobody is going
to make some sort of sissy - freak out of me. Wher do you get off thinking I'D
BE INTERESTED IN YOUR WEIRDO FANTASIES ANYWAY?"

Maxine sneered at the hypocrisy of the little man. She had already noticed a
slight (ever so slight) bulge protruding from his pants at the mention of the
equestrian competition.She also noted thei it grew larger at the mention of
corsets and high-heels. "I think any man who treats helpless animals the way
you treat them, probably has some sort of perverse desire to be treated that
way himself," she speculated, "besides I think that the likes

of you should be treated like shit whether you want it or not!"

"Oh yeah?" Walter sneered, trying vainly to maintain an aura of arrogance as
he taps his crop manacingly against the shafts of his boots, "I think horses
are a lot like women --- they have to be beaten every now and then whether
they need it or not!"

"I see you have a lot to learn about horses and women," Maxine responded
scornfully. as she stood up and approached the foolhardy male, she could see
by his very demeanor that he was anxious and un-nerved. No mere woman had ever
talked to him like this before, and while he found it somewhat titillating, he
began to woorry that perhaps -- just perhaps -- this statuesque beauty could
physically overpower him. While, he never had any real chance of defeating
her, with his confedence waning, so was even his slightest hope for victory.
He soied a reflection of himself in the full length mirror behind Maxine and
thought about how he looked in his glossy black boots. The boots were a symbol
of power -- but suddenly he did not feel so powerful!

"Listen, ...er, I, I was just kidding around, " the frightedned male stammered
as he backed away from the haughtly female. "Yes,' he thought to himself, not
only was she taller than he but her arms looked more powerful.' Still he was a
man and men were by nature physcally stronger. He just had to maintain his
outward confidence -- once he landed a punch she would probably be reduced to
tears. But someting in her eyes told him he was wrong! She was making him so
scared that he was liteally shaking in his boots -- his glossy powerful boots.

"Oh, so you are interested in being on the team," Maxine laughed as she
pressed forward on her prey. She knew exactly what he meant but wanted to
confuse him even more.

"No., I mean as far as treating women. Walter mimbled as he cringed away from
his adversary. "I would never try to treat a woman with anything but the
greatest respect,"

he lied, trying to extricate himself from his own foolish statements.

"I guess that's why you threatened to give Kit a whipping if she spoke to me,
eh, mister tough guy?" the sterm Dominatrix pressed on. "I think it's about
time you get a taste of your own medicine."

Walter turned to run but the door had locked behind him. He turned to Maxine
and waved his crop as if to menace the self - assured woman. "Just let me go
and I promise not to hurt you," he trembled, trying vainly to extricate
himself from his position. For all of his fromer cockiness, he began to depair
of all hope of beating her in a fair fight so he began planning to use his
crop if he had to.

"You Won't hurt Me!"

Maxine laughed in mocking disbelief. "Listen, sonny - boy, I'm in charge now
and any hurting that's going to be done is going to be done to you. So, unless
you want me to whip that fat ass of your's until it matches the color of the
lingerie I've laid out for you, you'd better drop that silly little whip and
do whatever I tell you! Now get out of thatsilly riding outfit and put on your
new unifrorm!"

When she pointed to the red stockings and garterbelt and panties laid out on
the chair, Walter realized for the first time that they are intended for him
and not for her.

Any worries that Maxine may hve had about her ability to manhandle this puny
little man were long since forgotten. She smiled to herself as she watched the
spectacle of the haughty male succumbing to the psycological strength of a
self - assured woman. 'Yes' she thought to herself, sizing up the pathetic
wimp before her, he is already beaten.'

Foolishly, in a last desperate bit to save his male pride, Walter refused to
take her advice, and instead, tried to strike Maxine with the crop. The
haughty Dominatrix easily side - stepped the blow and grabbed his arm,
twisting it behind his back, making him drop the useless weapon.The forlorn
male struck out feebly at his vanquisher with his free hand and tried vainly
to kick at her with his shiny boots. But it was to no avail. The fight was
over almost before it began and there was nothing left to do but shamefully
beg her for mercy.

"Plee..eeze stop!" the helpless male screamed in pain, "I'm sorry...I didn't
mean to hurt you...pleeeze!"

But the sadistic woman would have no part of it, Twisting his arm behind his
back and tilting him over her hip so that the soles of his boots were off the
floor. she ordered him to use his free hand to unbuckle his belt and drop his
breeches and underpants down to his boot tops. Then she tossed his helpless
body down to the floor like a sack of potatoes.

Now tell me, you worthless worm. about how you think women and horses should
be treated," she goaded, as she stood triumphantly over him, her hands
arrogantly positioned on her hips. Cruelly, she pressed the thick sole of her
boot against his defenseless groin, crushing his scrotal sack against the
hardweel floor.