A Dominant Wife and her submissive顺从 — willing to obey husband's Journal

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She always wore severely tailored leather suits. The jodhpurs were velvet-smooth, dusky leather that stretched taut over the knee膝上打屁股 — a spanking across the lap and molded her legs. The slight fullness around her hips tapered without folds up to her slim waist and she wore a wide, jewel studded belt that matched the reins she held in her slender, long-fingered gloved hands. A short, matching leather vest fitted tightly over her small up-lifted breasts乳房 — a woman's chest and clung to her midriff. The dazzling snow- white, full-sleeved, high-collared satin blouse shimmered against the lustrous polished leather. She never wore a hat, but to keep her long, flowing blonde hair away from her eyes when she rode, she tied a leather Indian-style head-band around her forehead.

When she sat erect before the judges on the back of the fine, powerful beast, who pawed the ground impatiently, my eyes riveted on the incredible boots that rested lightly in the narrow, silver stirrups. The bootleg blended into her jodhpurs and no matter how hard I stared, I could not distinguish the top of the boot from her pant's leg. I dreamed of her constantly, and when I saw her on display before the judges, I secretly longed to be the horse beneath her. That was my earliest memory of wanting to be dominated by a girl.