The Spurs 18 min read

The author wrote an excellent story about two dominant, but kind and caring women from the perspective of a man who fell prey to them. It is at moments brutal, but excellently written story.

written by Heelcushion
original source of the story was Fetlife

Part 1

It started when I offered to drive our receptionist Yvette out to see her horse on Saturday. Her car was in the garage and she was trying to sell her horse before going overseas. She asked if I could pick up the girl she was going to sell the horse to along the way, which of course I agreed to. I would agree to anything with her, she was so cute, and I was desperate to impress her. In my own shy, loser way I had a huge crush on her, I don’t think she had any idea until that day.

When I picked her up, she was dressed in figure-hugging jodhpurs that looked just amazing on her tight body, she was petite and attractive. I was hoping she would wear boots, but she just had sneakers on. She had a light shirt unbuttoned at the front and a short jacket that didn’t even come down to the top of her jodhpurs.

Struggling with how good she looked, I packed the two big bags she had with her and drove us over to pick up the other girl. This girl was standing out front of her place, also petite and attractive, and was dressed practically identical to my crush. She had a pretty big bag of gear with her and I helped her load it in the bag, getting a high voltage smile in return. My head was pounding, this could be quite a day … I had no idea.

It took a couple of hours to drive out to the place where the horse was, it was a big farm and riding school with several training rings and paddocks. The girls talked constantly about horses and how much better and reliable they were than boys. I nervously wallowed in my fear and anxiety, concentrating on breathing and driving.

We hauled the bags out of my boot and dragged them over to the paddock containing the horse, Rocky. One of the bags had a saddle and blanket that were for sale, so the girls spent some time talking about that and Rocky. I enjoyed the scenery. Particularly when they were bending over!! Ahh, jodhpurs.

Yvette said she needed to sort Rocky out because he hadn’t been ridden for a while and was likely to be a “bit of a shit” she said. She then pulled out some tall riding boots and changed into them. They looked so good. She saddled up the horse and climbed on. He performed badly and reared up and I was nervous for her. Silly me.

Yvette was not intimidated at all, she kept a tight hold on the reins and was talking very firmly to him. “Ok buster, that’s how it’s going to be eh?” she said and pulled him over to the fence where I was standing. He was a big horse, and she was quite petite, but she swung herself up onto his back with ease. I was quite intimidated looking up at her.

As she looked down at me she smiled sweetly and said, “be a dear and get me the spurs in the front pocket of that bag please”. Spurs?!? I thought as I scrambled over to the bag and rummaged around. I pulled out two sets of spurs, one set was a set of blunt prongs, but the other set was sharp with a large rowel on them. OMG, I thought.

“Thanks, babe,” she said, “can you put the blunt ones on my boots please?”. Ok, now my heart was pounding. I climbed through the fence into the paddock and Rocky jumped about. Yvette pulled hard on his reins and swore at him. She extended one delicious leg and boot in my direction and I fumbled my way through putting the spur on. I walked carefully around the back of the grumpy horse giving the kicking bits a wide berth. Repeating the fumbling I got the spur on her other boot and made a hasty retreat.

The prospective horse purchaser, whose name was Sarah, had now changed into tall black riding boots also. She looked amazing as she smiled at me with a cheeky grin and said, “well I know who to call when I need my spurs on my boots now”. I was embarrassed, blushing, shy, and tongue-tied. I felt my face flushing more and more.

In the field, a battle was going on, with woman vs horse and no clear winner. I was transfixed watching Yvette’s amazing leg slam her spurs into the horse over and over. She was whacking him with her riding crop over and over. I found myself wishing I was her horse. It was doing things to my loins. Blood was flowing.

Yvette steered Rocky to the fence again and yelled “ok, no more miss nice for you buddy” at the horse. She looked hot and angry as she looked down and me and said, “be a dear and swap these useless spurs for the sharp ones please”. I scrambled through the fence with them and took the first of the blunt spurs off her left boot. As I put the sharp ones on, they jingled and the horse jolted and shoved me into the fence. That knocked the wind out of me and hurt a bit, but there was a sharp stabbing into my chest and I realized Yvette’s sharp spurs had been pushed into me. The sharp rowel had stabbed through my thin shirt and had drawn blood!!

Being careful of the now very grumpy horse, I quickly got her right spur on and got out of the paddock. Then all hell broke loose, Rocky was rearing and shaking, and each time Yvette slammed the sharp spurs into his sides she seemed to grind them in flexing her ankles. I watched her face, I was astonished to see this beautiful girl look so angry and mean. As she ripped into his flanks, Rocky yelped and neighed. He quickly started to calm down, and behave. After only a few minutes he was broken with his head down, obeying each instruction without resistance. Yvette looked triumphant, and after some dressage, moves rode him back to the fence line.

She and Sarah discussed the breaking of Rocky like it was a fun and good sport. My empathy was for the horse and I was focused on the amount of blood he was dripping, and the ripped skin on his flanks. I was shocked at the amount of damage Yvette and her spurs had done to him. And strangely turned on by it.

I realized the girls had stopped talking to me and were looking at me with strange expressions.

“He wasn’t listening,” said Sarah.

WACK!! Yvette smacked me in the side of the face with her riding crop, I was stunned by the intense stinging pain and the calm cruel way she just hit me out of the blue. My hand cradled my stinging cheek as my mouth dropped open. I just looked at her shocked.

She looked back at me defiantly and said, “do I have your attention now? I know I do here” and with that, she whipped me in the groin with her crop. She connected with my balls which burst into pain and I collapsed to the ground gasping. Both girls were roaring with laughter. I had somehow forgotten how turned on I was, but the girls had certainly noticed.

They walked around me as I slowly got over the pain in my balls, I became very aware of the two pairs of long lovely legs encased in tall black riding boots with sharp spurs. Hold on, Sarah now had sharp spurs on her boots also. “Ah he has noticed,” said Sarah.

“here is the deal, we need you to check if Sarah’s spurs are as sharp as mine because she has never worn them or used them before. So be a good boy and take your shirt off, and be quick about it!! Remember the crop!!” Yvette said to me.

I was scared, I hated the fact that I was so shy and intimidated around girls. I was now very fearful and having a full-on panic attack. Sitting on my arse now leaning up against the fence shirtless, I had no idea where this was going.

Yvette moved up beside me and almost sat on my shoulder, swinging one leg out she gently started pushing her spur into my gut. I gasped as the sharp rowel jabbed into my bare flesh. To make matters worse, Sarah now moved to the other side of me and did the same thing. They had my head sandwiched between their gorgeous arses, with their sharp spurs now pressed hard into my belly.

I gasped in pain, it was really hurting. Their legs were powerful and muscly but very shapely.

Yvette said “ok, who’s spurs are sharper? Mine?” as she said it she flexed her ankle rolling the spur up and down my belly. “Or mine!!” said Sarah as she started doing the same thing while I started crying out in pain. I could not speak and both girls said “well?”. Yvette said “he’s useless” she lifted her boot off me then slammed the spur back into me twice, then Sarah did the same and they both moved off.

It took me a couple of minutes to calm down, I was gasping for breath and my belly and chest were in agony. I looked down at my hands and saw blood, looking further to my belly it was badly scratched and had many holes in it.

Part 2

When I finally got my thoughts together Sarah was riding the horse around the paddock using her sharp spurs on poor Rocky. I was now well acquainted with how nasty and sharp those spurs were.

Yevette was watching her and shouting guidance to her. She then turned and looked at me with hard eyes. I withered under the look and stared at her boots and spurs. She slowly walked over to one of the bags and pulled out some rope. Rope?!?! What now I thought. She smiled at my panic and grabbed me by the hand. The feel of her riding gloves on my hand was a turn on, everything she did was a turn on. Oh my god was I under her spell or what.

She led me over to a tree and threw the rope over a branch. Wordlessly she tied one of my hands and pulled it up to the branch tying it off. I could not speak. She softly touched my cheek with her glove and kissed me. It felt like a thousand volts, her kiss was electrifying. She was now tying my other hand to another branch, spinning me around to face the tree. I was so dumb, I had really not connected the fact that my arms were spread high, and I was spread-eagled against a tree.

Yevette leaned in real close and whispered “you like harsh girls don’t you, spurs and cruel girls turn you on baby? How about being whipped?” I gasped, and she laughed.

I hear Sarah in the distance yell out “are you going to do to him what I think you’re going to do to him?”. Yevette yelled back “if you mean flay him alive, then yes!! Yes, I am”.

I was now crying and begging “please Yevette, don’t!! please!!”.

There was silence, the distant sounds of Sarah making poor Rocky’s life hell and him yelping. Silence.

Then out of nowhere a loud “Crack” and incredible sharp pain across my back and it felt like I got hit by something very heavy, burning hot and razor-sharp. I screamed. Another “crack” and impact and pain and I just kept screaming as the blows kept coming.

At some point, something nasty and dusty and leather got shoved into my mouth and tied around my head. I was crying and whimpering and I realized the blows had stopped. I was dizzy and disoriented and shattered. The girls were talking, they were both close behind me. There was a ringing in my ears, and my head was pounding. It was all like a bad dream. In the distance, I could hear the girls.
Sarah was saying “it is amazing how deep those welts are, it looks like the whip absolutely slashed his back open!”. “yeah, I’ve never been able to whip a guy before, oh god it turned me on, I’m totally wet!!” said Yevette. I was shaking in pain and fear as I processed all this, whipping me had turned her on?

“My turn!!” said Sarah, “I’m going to try out my single tail whip and see what patterns it makes”. “that looks amazing and so heavy,” said Yevette. “Yes, I don’t know what possessed me to bring it, it was in the bag and I just didn’t take it out. It was a gift from an admirer who wanted me to whip him with it, but this big bullwhip was way too much for him”. Said Sarah proudly. “you whipped him with it?” asked Yevette excitedly. “Only two strikes, then the wimp ran away. But he never had the guts to come near me and ask for his whip back” laughed Sarah. Both girls laughed at that then Yevette said “well this one won’t run away from you, he’s tied to the tree so have at him!!” both girls were laughing their heads off and that made me so incredibly scared.

There was a short pause and the jingle of spurs moving behind me as I waited, crying.

Them “crack” “Bang” my back erupted in pain, it felt like I got hit by a baseball bat the impact was that hard, and the pain … oh, the pain. The tip of the whip wrapped around me and slashed my already damaged chest. I was screaming into the gag in my mouth as impact after impact hit me hard. Sarah was worse that Yevette, she was relentless and at some point, I passed out with the pain.
I woke up sometime later, I was lying face down in the back of my car on the road and the first thing that hit me was the pain in my back. I was gasping for air as I cried out and screamed and cried all at once.

“Oh god it’s awake, pull over I can’t stand that noise” I heard Sarah say.
As the car pulled over I subsided into sobs and whimpers, I was in great pain and crying openly. I felt like all my energy had been sapped and I felt very dizzy and disoriented.

The car door opened, and the girls lifted my head and looked at me.
“looks pretty pathetic, doesn’t he?” said Sarah. “Yup, I don’t know what I’m going to do with him” Yevette responded. Sarah rummaged around and found the old leather gag they had used on me earlier and forced it into my mouth. I couldn’t resist, I had no energy.

“He’s pretty docile at least,” she said.

With that, they closed the door, got back in the car and we were rolling again. I drifted back into blissful unconsciousness.

I don’t remember the journey, I awoke slowly, and found I was lying face down on a sheet on a thin mattress. There was a soft soothing cool on my back. Someone was rubbing something into my back and it felt nice.

“That should make your back feel better and heal fast,” said Yevette. I could just make out both girls were on their knees each side of me, gently applying something nice and cool to my back. I went back to unconsciousness and don’t remember much else.

It was the following day before I really came around and was conscious. I was in Yvette’s house and it was nicer than I would have thought. Very modern, very clean.

Yevette was watching me carefully as I examined my surroundings, for some reason, I could not make eye contact with her and could not find the will to speak. I felt very vulnerable lying on the floor in just my underwear. She stood up and walked over to me, hard heels clacking loudly on the floor. I looked at her outfit, she was dressed head to toe in leather, a tight leather top with skin-tight leather pants tucked into amazing looking cowgirl boots with a very pointed toe. As she walked around I saw her heels were thin and tall, at least four inches and all steel, stilettos. They looked very dangerous.

“You are a curious little fellow aren’t you?” she asked, I looked very hard at a spot on the floor. She continued “do you know why I’m not scared of you? Why I’m confident I can handle a man at least four inches and 40 to 50 pounds bigger than me? Well do you?” she asked softly.

I shook my head, I didn’t know.

“It’s because I am a black belt and an award-winning MMA fighter my quiet little male friend, so if you piss me off I will break you into little pieces and feed you to my garbage disposal. Understand?” she said in such a sweet voice, it was hypnotic.

I could not help myself, I sobbed and said “please Yevette don’t hurt me” and found I was shaking.

She lifted my head and frowned down at me. God, she was beautiful. She had amazing green eyes that I just lost myself in. oh wow.

“You like my boots don’t you, you like these heels, but I can see you are scared of them.” She said, proving she could read me like a book. “Extend your hand out palm up and do it NOW!” she said forcefully.

I scrambled to my knees and put my left hand out palm up as I had been commanded.

She giggled, she actually giggled.

She walked slowly around in front of me until those awesome pointy toes on those amazing boots were just touching my fingers. My breathing was going crazy. She slowly lifted one awesome boot and gently placed the evil-looking heel in the palm of my hand. She was driving me crazy with anticipation. The heel tip was barely caressing the skin of my hand as she pivoted her boot, the sharp heel gently scratching my skin.

“Look at me.” She said ever so gently, and I looked up into those beautiful green eyes, my heart pounding, my breathing labored as my panic rose.
She smiled so sweetly at me, then the corner of her wonderful mouth turned up into a smirk and she stepped full weight onto my hand, even raising her other foot off the ground.

I screamed and looked down at the tall heel now impaling my palm. All her weight was now on that foot, I was in a foggy world of pain as I could hear her laughing. The pain was incredible, the worst pain ever but apparently not. Balancing on that heel she lifted the toe of her boot so she was doing a heel stand on that one heel.

I was still screaming.

I looked up at her, she had one hand on the door frame for balance but her whole weight was now on that heel. Her face had a harder edge to it, she was not smiling. She looked me right in the eye and suddenly twisted her whole body backward and forwards over and over.

The incredible level of pain blew through new heights as her heel ripped through my palm, I felt the bones literally crunch under the pressure and the skin rip apart. She kept grinding her heel through my hand.

The sensation suddenly changed, she felt it too. Then I realized her heel had in fact crushed and ripped its way through my hand and was now impaling it completely. I could hear the sound of the steel heel tip grinding into the tiles beneath my hand.

She lifted her boot up, but my hand was still impaled on her heel and lifted with it. As I sobbed uncontrollably, she stomped her boot three times trying to dislodge my poor hand.

I looked up at her face and her expression was one of frustration, she then stood on my wrist with her other boot and pulled her impaling heel out of my hand twisting it as she pulled it back. I screamed and gasped for breath as I screamed some more. I felt dizzy and in shock, it hurt so much. I was losing a lot of blood from the wound as I passed out.

It was no surprise that I woke up in the hospital emergency room.
I felt very groggy and I could not feel my hand at all.

I could hear people talking but I could not make out the words, it was all too hard.

One thought on “The Spurs 18 min read

  1. Just an awesome story…I hope you will continue…
    Loved the part of mercilessly spurring the horse…maybe make Yevette and Sarah turn their slave into a human horse….and loved the impaling of the had. thanks

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