Self-control

S.M. Wolf

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Sam, Miss Rosie and this story are copyrighted 2012 by S.M. Wolf. The story may not be reproduced in part or whole without the prior, written consent of the author. Any resemblance to any person, living or dead, is strictly coincidental.

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Miss Rosie snuck up on Sam from behind and wrapped her arms around the Belgium stallion's waist. Her paws slipped down below his belt and groped his sheath. He whinnied, and the thoroughbred mare felt a sudden, hot dampness in his pants.

"Dang, Sam!" Miss Rosie exclaimed. "You sure are on a hair-trigger!"

However, the white mare did not remove her paws.

Sam ducked his head and said in a dejected voice, "I'm sorry, Miss Rosie. I- I'm just..."

The palomino-colored stallion's voice trailed off in defeat. He had been a virgin when Miss Rosie had won him a week ago in a poker game from his old owner, Mistress Margaret. Since then, he had learned the pleasures of standing stud with this sexy, very well built mare. It was all that he thought about, day and night. She was more than happy to oblige him with a romp in the hay at a moment's notice, but he was having trouble containing his enthusiasm at times.

Miss Rosie gave Sam a strong hug and said, "Don't worry about it, Lover Boy. It's nice to know that a mare is wanted."

Miss Rosie's voice turned thoughtful as she continued, "But I do think you need to learn a little self-control..."

Miss Rosie let go of Sam and stood up straight. Her voice took on a commanding tone as she said, "Go get rid of your clothes. Take a quick shower to clean up, and then meet me in the barn. I want to give you some training."

Miss Rosie strode towards the back door that led to the path to the barn. She paused at the doorway and looked back at Sam. She gave the nervous stallion slave a quick smile, a jaunty wink, and a very meaningful swish of the tail before disappearing.

Ten minutes later, Sam closed the door to the house behind him and walked down the short crushed white stone path to the barn. He wore nothing, but that did not bother him. Miss Margaret had never let him wear clothes. He actually had to get accustomed to Miss Rosie allowing him to dress. What worried him was what awaited him in the barn. He was not sure what Miss Rosie would do to train him, and it made him a bit nervous. He was sure that, unlike his prior owner, she would not hurt him, but that still left many things that could happen during his "training".

Sam opened the small door beside the main doors and walked into the barn. It was well-lit and bright inside from many industrial-grade fluorescent ceiling lights. The barn smelled of fresh hay and straw. It was a pleasant place to be. It also had a special significance for Sam. The stallion had lost his virginity here.

That did not stop Sam from ducking his head and nervously shuffling his hooves before he called out, "Miss Rosie?"

"In the back, Sam!" the mare responded.

Sam walked towards the back of the barn. He passed the cart that he had drawn for five years and that Miss Rosie had won along with him.

When he arrived at the very back of the barn, Sam found a naked Miss Rosie standing beside two posts that partially supported the roof. There was a short ladder beside one of the post, and two coils of rope lay at the base of each post. The stallion laid back his ears and his nostrils flared a bit at the sight of the ropes. He was not sure what was going to happen, but he was concerned if not yet frightened.

Miss Rosie sauntered over to Sam. She looked up at him and smiled. He blinked several times, and found an answering smile appearing on his muzzle. Whenever she gave him that look, he could not help himself. He just felt good, and it showed. His doubts largely melted away.

"Now, Sam" Miss Rosie said as she took his right paw and led him forward. "I want to work on your self-control some. I know that you don't mean to cum every time that I even look at you, but it leaves a mare feeling a bit left out when you do. I'm sure your problems with premature ejaculation will disappear on their own as you get more comfortable with covering me, but I want to see if we can speed up the process a bit."

Sam ducked his head in shame. It was true that he went off at the slightest provocation, and Miss Rosie gave him plenty of those! He was not sure how to solve his problem.

"So what I want to do is work on you learning how to wait a bit," Miss Rosie continued.

Miss Rosie turned to look up at Sam and smiled again. This time her smile was decidedly lascivious in nature.

"After all," the mare said in a sultry voice, "I want you cumming inside of me instead of all over me!"

That nearly set Sam off again. Only the lingering bits of concern kept his shaft sheathed and his balls quiet for the moment.

"Now, let's get you ready for your training," she added in a more brusque tone. Her smile did not disappear, though.

Miss Rosie positioned Sam standing between the posts. She took one of the ropes and doubled it up. She wrapped the looped end around Sam's right wrists and pulled the ends through the loop. She stood on the ladder and ran the ends of the rope through a ring set well above Sam's head. She had him raise his arm to a comfortable height before tying off the rope. She repeated the process with his left arm and a second rope.

Miss Rosie picked up a third rope and looked at Sam. She told him, "Spread your hooves, Sam. I want your balls hanging free."

Somewhat reluctantly, Sam did as commanded. He really did trust Miss Rosie, but Mistress Margaret had done too many things to his testicles in the past not to cause him trepidations when Miss Rosie asked him to present them to her. On the other hand, Miss Rosie had done plenty of very nice things to his testicles since he had come to her house. The second thought caused Sam to smile a bit as he spread his hooves about three feet apart. He could feel his testicles swaying back-and-forth slightly as he waited for Miss Rosie's next move.

Miss Rosie doubled up the third rope and used it to secure his right leg to the post. She finished by doing the same to his left leg with the final rope. Sam was lightly held in a standing spread-eagle position between the posts. Essentially his entire body was at her disposal.

Miss Rosie paused in front of Sam and looked him up and down. She grinned and said, "Looking good, Sam!"

Miss Rosie raised her right paw to her chin and added contemplatively, "Maybe I should let you tie me up like this next time..."

"Me?" Sam said in a voice three octaves higher than normal. "Tie you up? Like This?"

All Sam could think about was the sight of this beautiful white Thoroughbred mare secured in bonds, ready to be ravished by him. In seconds his shaft dropped and hardened to its full twelve-inch length.

Miss Rosie laughed when she saw is reaction but all she said was, "Yep, Sam!" Me. All tied up. Ready and waiting for whatever you want to do to me."

It was too much for Sam. He whinnied long and loud as his cock shot a huge load of jism into the air. It landed with a splatter on the clean boards of the barn floor. He spurted several more times. Each time a large rope of white cum arched from the tip of his dick to fall to the floor.

Miss Rosie said nothing, but after he was done, Sam realized what had happened and was horrified and ashamed. He lowered his head and stared at the floor. The hint of a sob escaped from his mouth as he stared at the white fluid on the floor.

Sam heard the soft clop of Miss Rosie's hooves on the wooden floor as she walked over to him. He was expecting her to be angry and punish him, but she just placed her paws on his hips. Almost unwillingly, he made eye contact. She was looking up at him with a small smile on her muzzle and kindness in her eyes.

"Like that idea a bit, do you, Sam?" Miss Rosie asked rhetorically.

"I- I'm-," Sam stammered.

Whatever Sam might have said was cut off by Miss Rosie kissing him.

"It's okay, Sam," she told him gently when their lips parted. "This is why I want to give you some training.

"This goes only as long as you want it to, and you can tell me to stop at any time. If you have trouble with the ropes, you should be able to slip them off easily. They are just there to restrict you while we work on your premature ejaculations."

Sam realized that all he really needed to do to get free was to lift his arms a bit or spread his legs wider. It greatly allayed his remaining concerns.

"Now, let's get started, Sam," Miss Rosie said. "What is the most boring thing you can think of?"

Sam answered in a dead voice without thinking, "Being left alone in Miss Margaret's house for hours on end with orders to sit in the corner for however long she was gone."

Sam was shocked to see Miss Rosie go rigid. He was sure that he had said something wrong.

Miss Rosie leaned into Sam and said in a sorrowful voice, "Oh, Sam! How terrible! No horse should ever go through something like that!"

"It was okay," Sam said as he tried to comfort her. "It was usually only for a few hours. After an hour or so you just fall into a bit of a mindless daze, and that makes it go by fairly painlessly."

For some reason, Sam's words made things worse. He could hear and even feel Miss Rosie sobbing. She looked up at him and said, "Sam, I will never do anything like that to you!

"If you are up to it, we are going to go shopping tonight. I am going to get you a music player, a big screen TV, DVD player, a laptop, books and movies. If I am not here, you are to use them to keep yourself occupied until I return. Make some friends on the Internet and talk to them if I am not around! I don't want you bored and unhappy!"

Once again, his new owner amazed Sam. Mistress Margaret had certainly never cared about his emotional happiness. Miss Rosie obviously made it a high priority for her. The dichotomy between the two mares was stark and said much about each.

Miss Rosie let go of Sam and took a half step back from him. She wiped her eyes with the back of her right paw before putting her paws back on his hips.

"Now, Sam, what is another boring thing that you can think of that does not carry with it some hurt for you?" she asked the large stallion.

"Well...," Sam said as he thought back. "Growing up, the slave farm had me take a cart out onto the roads and pull it for hours on end to build up my muscles and stamina. There usually was no one else around, so I just plodded along with nothing to really think about but a lot of work to do."

Sam did not mention that his thoughts had turned to mares after he hit puberty and that on more than one occasion he had gotten a caning for being late getting back because he had pulled off the side of the road to take care of certain adolescent urges.

"That's better!" Miss Rosie said cheerfully.

"Now here is how it works.

"I am going to do things that will stimulate you. Sexual things.

"You are going to do your best not to cum. Think about all those hours on the back roads pulling that cart, not about what I'm doing. Keep it up as long as you can to distract yourself."

Miss Rosie raised her head and kissed Sam on the muzzle again. The touch of her lips on his sent fire through his body.

"I know you are not going to succeed, Sam, and that is okay. This is just the first step in your training. I'll give you as much training as you want and need until you start feeling comfortable enough around me and so that you fill my pussy instead of shooting your wad as soon as I look at you.

"Now let's get started."

Miss Rosie leaned into Sam. Her paws dropped a bit lower, and he felt her groping his ass. At the same time, her large teats pressed against his lower chest. He could feel both hard nipples through his pelt. Instantly, his shaft dropped from its sheath and hardened.

"Think about the cart, Sam. Think about the cart...," Miss Rosie reminded him gently as she felt his hard member press against her belly.

Sam tried his best, but the thoughts of teenage fantasies about the mares at the slave farm and the reality of the young adult mare playing with his body were too much. In less than a minute, he felt his cock jerk. He neighed as he came for a third time in a short while.

Miss Rosie said nothing. She did not even move as Sam painted her belly with his sperm. His white ropes of sperm were just a shade different from her white pelt.

"I think you need a better imagination, Sam," Miss Rosie said wryly when he was done and his shaft started to wilt.

Sam could not help but think the exact opposite. Those fantasies were still fresh in his mind half a decade later. They still caused his shaft to stir at night with regularity. If anything, he needed a less vivid and active imagination!

"Feeling okay, Sam?" Miss Rosie asked. There was a hint of concern in her voice. She obviously did not want to drive the large Belgian stallion to exhaustion.

"Ye- yes!" Sam stammered in surprise. He had been thinking about the bay Shetland filly again.

"Ready to continue?"

"Continue?" Sam asked in confusion. He had assumed that the training was over since he had failed.

"Sure!" Miss Rosie replied enthusiastically. "Just because this time did not work does not mean that the next time you won't succeed! No reason not to keep trying if you are up to it, and a few more climaxes may calm you down enough to let you start to slow down and enjoy the journey to cumming with your mare."

Sam swallowed and nodded his head yes. He did not trust himself to speak. The thought of Miss Rosie doing more things like this to him, even if he failed to control himself, was quite an aphrodisiac.

"Okay, let's try to go for five minutes this time. You've had three orgasms in the past half hour, so that should be possible. Now think about those roads and pulling that cart again..."

Miss Rosie leaned back into Sam, and she began to play with his ass and rub her body against his again. Sam disobeyed his new Mistress for the first time, and thought about not the long hot, dusty roads of his youth but the silence, boredom and loneliness of Miss Margaret's home while she was away. He concentrated on the times when she had been gone for days and the only time he could move was to relieve himself, eat and sleep. It has been so bad that he was actually happy to see the abusive quarter horse return.

Despite his resolve to do better and his best attempts to think only about how bored he had been, the sensations of Miss Rosie's body pressed against his and her paws running over his ass worked their way into his consciousness. He fought to keep them out, but his gonads and every ductless gland in his body betrayed him. Hormones raced thought his bloodstream, and his cock was soon unsheathed and hard again. Desperately, he tried to stave off the inevitable.

"Just a little longer, Sam!" Miss Rosie encouraged Sam even as she continued playing with his body. Her delicate paws moved to the front of his body, and she gently massaged his belly.

The Belgian stallion almost made it this time. Three quick orgasms did take something out of him, but he was still a draft horse with considerable physical stamina. He was far from beat. When Miss Rosie's paws moved down to caress his balls, he neighed. His balls bucked in her paw, and his seed burst forth and coat Miss Rosie's belly again.

The thoroughbred mare said nothing as Sam continued to spurt copious amounts of semen over her entire front side. When he was done, she took a step back, placed her paws on her hips, looked up at him and said with some exasperation, "Well, that sure as heck is not working!"

Sam hung his head in shame.

"Not that I'm all that upset," Miss Rosie said cheerfully.

Sam looked up just in time to see Miss Rosie wrap a strand of his cum around the tip of her right index finger. As he watched, she raised it to her muzzle and licked her finger clean. She grinned broadly at Sam and playfully said, "A mare like to know that she's wanted by her stallion!"

Sam was surprised to hear his Mistress call him "her" stallion. Something in her tone and her look told him she was not talking about her ownership of a slave. There was a lot more to it than simple legal possession.

"Well," Miss Rosie continued as she straightened up, "this is not working like I planned. Maybe we should try it without the physical contact."

Miss Rosie took another three steps back. Sam could easily see her entire body. She reached up and cupped her generous D-cup breasts in her paws. She raised them up to present to the watching stallion.

"Like these, Sam?" Miss Rosie cooed.

"Yes, Miss Rosie!" Sam replied promptly.

Miss Rosie laughed at his enthusiastic response.

"Well, if you think they look good, hold off cumming for ten minutes while I play with them, and I'll give you a show you'll never forget!"

Sam watched while Miss Rosie began to knead her breasts.

"Eyes up here, Sam!" Miss Rosie said gently.

Sam raised his eyes up to meet hers.

"Keep watching my eyes or look around the barn or close them. Do whatever you need to do to not spurt for ten minutes,'" she instructed him gently. "And remember, this is not a punishment. You can cum any time you want or stop. Just remember that the longer you can wait now and in the future, the better things will get.

"Trust me," she added cryptically, "I know."

Sam did his best to ignore Miss Rosie, but that was hard. She was not the type of mare any pubescent stallion could easily overlook. At first, he looked her in the eyes, but his gaze kept slipping downwards to where her paws played with her large, beautiful breasts. He could see her large pink nipples rising tall and proud over the thin fur lightly covering her breasts.

After two minutes, Sam had to look away. He tried to find the dullest, most uninteresting parts of the barn. However, Miss Rosie started to lick and suckle her nipples. Even if he did not look, he could hear her movements. They were soon joined by her moans and other vocalizations. He bit his lower lip to stop from neighing in frustration. Things only got worse when he glanced back to see her lapping her areoles. They glistened under the bright fluorescent lights. His cock, already well erect, swelled to even greater dimensions. He had to grit his teeth and close his eyes before he uncontrollably orgasmed.

"That's six minutes down and four to go," Miss Rosie cheerfully told Sam.

Sam might have his eyes closed, but that did not prevent him from hearing every little movement his Mistress made. His ears flicked forward to catch every luscious lap and heated moan. His tail swished back and forth in frustration and arousal. The stallion had no idea how he could make it through four more minutes.

"That's eight minutes, Sam," Miss Rosie said.

Sam clenched and unclenched his paws. If he could just hold out for two more minutes...

Sam's nostrils flared. A strong scent filled his world. He opened his eyes and glanced at Miss Rosie's cunny. It was dripping. She had orgasmed, and her nectar was slowly dribbling down her inner thighs. The scent of her female ejaculation drove the stallion wild. He looked up and met Miss Rosie's eyes. She grinned at him mischievously. She knew what effect she was having on him, and she was enjoying every moment of it.

Sam groaned and closed his eyes in a desperate attempt to keep from climaxing. The scents of the horny mare added to the sounds she was making were pushing him ever closer to erupting.

"One more minute, Sam, and then you get a very special treat," Miss Rosie told him.

Sam stomped his right hoof in frustration. So close! He was so close both to getting his treat and to cumming. He tried everything of which he could think to stave off the inevitable, but his cock had a mind of its own now. It was jumping up and down in reaction to his Mistress' actions.

Inadvertently, Sam half opened his right eye. He saw Miss Rosie suckling on her right breast. He wanted to badly to lick her tit, to lip her nub, to take that pretty pink nipple into his mouth and suckle on it, to even gently nibble on it with his teeth before lightly biting it. Despite his best efforts, the thought of doing all that to Miss Rosie got the better of him.

Sam's seed erupted from his cock like a fire hose had been turned on. It arched high in the air before joining the rest of his ejaculations on the barn floor. Sam whinnied repeatedly as he felt the most fantastic orgasm he had ever experienced rack his body. It seemed to last forever, but, in truth, it was over in about twenty seconds.

Sam slumped in the ropes. Dimly he was aware of the clomp-clomp sound of Miss Rosie's hooves as she walked over to him. He dully looked down at her as she quickly checked him over to make sure that he was okay.

"It'll be easier on you if you can stand, Sam," the mare quietly told him. With her assistance, Sam was able to get his hooves under him again and stand unsteadily.

Miss Rosie went to a small room in the middle of the barn and came back a moment later with a large chilled water bottle. She stuck the straw into Sam's mouth. Gratefully, he sucked down the cold liquid. It invigorated him and helped his senses return.

"Feeling better, Sam?" Miss Rosie asked. Sam was surprised at the real concern in her voice. He had never heard the same from any of his prior owners.

"Yes, Miss Rosie," Sam replied.

Sam hung his head in shame.

"I'm sorry I didn't last ten minutes."

Miss Rosie gave a lilting laugh. In surprise, Sam raised his head and looked her in the eyes again.

"It was close," Miss Rosie informed him, "but your volcano did not erupt until after the ten minutes were up.

"Congratulations, Sam!" Miss Rosie said as she gave him a quick hug. "You learned some self-control, and you earned a reward."

Sam's ears perked up. In the past, his rewards had been things like carrots. He wondered what he would get this time.

"What am I going to get, Miss Rosie?" Sam asked enthusiastically.

"A show," Miss Rosie replied.

"A show?" Sam asked in some confusion.

"A show," Miss Rosie said firmly. "It will go on until you cum again, so how long it lasts is all up to you."

Sam watched curiously as Miss Rosie dragged a hay bale over and positioned it about six feet in front of where Sam stood. She sat down on it and looked up at Sam. He looked down at her and waited for her to do whatever she had planned.

"If you are ready, let's get the show started," the mare told Sam.

The stallion nodded once affirmatively. He still was not sure what his owner was about to do, but he was already enjoying the view.

Miss Rosie's paws returned to her breasts, and she lifted her large teats to her muzzle. She suckled on them for a few moments to return her nipples to rock-hard spires. Sam felt his own cock sliding from his sheath and hardening in sympathy. He really wished that she was sucking his cock as she so often did instead of playing with her nipples.

Miss Rosie's paws moved down her belly in tandem. She rubbed her taut stomach for a moment. At the same time, she arched her back to accentuate her firm body and her large breasts. Sam's dick started to drip pre-cum as he watched her rub her belly and breasts.

Sam's dripping became a continuous dribble when Miss Rosie's paws headed further down her body to her crotch. She laughed a bit at Sam's rapt expression as he stared at her paws covering her cunt.

"Want a better view?" Miss Rosie cooed.

Sam had to nod his desire. He had no voice at the moment.

Miss Rosie leaned back and spread her legs wide. She reached between her thighs and pulled her outer labia apart to show Sam her dripping wet snatch. He whinnied low in his throat in appreciation of the sight as he leaned forward and strained unconsciously against the ropes that held him. Had he been unbound, Sam would have dove onto her cunt and started licking and sucking for all that he was worth.

Miss Rosie played with herself a bit while Sam watched. He was completely entranced by her actions as she manipulated both her inner and outer cunt lips. He could see her juices flowing down over her perineum before dripping onto the hay and floor. His ears swiveled about as he sought to catch every sound she made. She made plenty of groans, moans, nickers, whinnies and neighs as he watched her finger herself. All of them carried a clear message of carnal pleasure from the masturbating mare to her watching stallion audience.

Sam could have watched Miss Rosie play with herself like this forever, but she had other plans for their mutual pleasure.

Sam nickered disconsolately as Miss Rosie stood, and her pussy disappeared from view. She just smiled at him. She turned around to present her pretty posterior to him. Sam ogled her ass appreciatively. He always liked mounting her from behind like a feral stallion covering his mare. She looked back over her shoulder and laughed a bit as she saw Sam's eyes transfixed on her bottom and the tail that ran between her ass cheeks.

Miss Rosie leaned forward and placed her upper torso on the hay bale. Her position had her bent far over with her ass sticking high in the air. She spread her hooves wide. Her tail obstructed Sam's view of her tail hole and pussy. She grinned at the downcast look on Sam's face. His expression changed rapidly when she began to twitch her tail back and forth. Each little twitch showed just a hint of pink. More importantly, it sent her scent of arousal up to the watching stallion's nose. His arousal grew even greater, and his cock started to dance almost uncontrollably.

The experienced mare knew that her stallion would not last much longer, but that was okay. She had not expected him to hold off much longer. She raised her tail and tossed her long tail hairs off to her left side with a strong swish. The action sent a tidal wave of aroused mare musk to Sam. She reached back and spread her pussy lips as wide as she could with her left paw before thrusting several fingers of her right paw deep into her wet cunt. She flagged her tail to give him a clear indication of the state of her arousal.

The sight of Miss Rosie fingering herself while bent over to present her most intimate regions to him was too much for Sam. His whinny was almost a scream as he emptied his balls again. His arousal was so great that the ropes of his jism arched across the short space between him and Miss Rosie to land on her upturned ass.

The combination of her fingers in her pussy and Sam's sperm falling on her buttocks sent Miss Rosie over the top. She neighed loudly as her own orgasm hit. Even after Sam was done painting her behind, she continued to finger herself in a long, lovely orgasm.

When her orgasm finally subsided, Miss Rosie slipped to the floor. She turned around and looked at Sam. He was hanging in his ropes again. This time he was absolutely exhausted from his sexual exertions and the emotional drain. It did not surprise her to see both his body and his cock hanging limp. She stood and helped Sam slip his arms and legs from the ropes. They half sat, half fell onto the floor and came to rest against the bale of hay. Miss Rosie cuddled up close to Sam, and he instinctively wrapped his arms around her. It was a couple of minutes before a spark of awareness returned to his eyes.

"Enjoy your training, Sam?" Miss Rosie asked cheerfully.

Somewhat dully, Sam nodded yes.

"Did you notice how much better your orgasms were once you could hold off for a bit?"

Sam stirred a bit. He turned and drew her closer.

"Yes, Miss Rosie," Sam replied. "Thank you for teaching me that."

Miss Rosie giggled a bit and said, "I'm sure you would have learned it on your own eventually."

Miss Rosie walked the fingers of her left paw down Sam's wide, well-muscled chest to his crotch. Despite all that had happened in the past hour, she could feel his cock stir just a bit at her teasing touch.

"And this was more fun!" she finished as she lightly stroked his sheath.

Sam had to laugh just a bit at his owner's enthusiasm and happiness. She seemed to have truly enjoyed what she had done.

"I just wish we could do it again," Sam said dejectedly.

Miss Rosie laughed and playfully asked, "Do you really think that you learned enough self-control to stop messing the sheets at night in just one session?"

Sam's ears perked up and his eyes grew a bit wider. It was clear what she was offering him.

"No, Miss Rosie! I didn't!" Sam replied quickly.

Miss Rosie laughed again, deep in her throat.

"Good answer! I really want to take some time to get you properly trained before we move on to other things," Miss Rosie replied. "And I do have other things planned for you once you are ready for them!"

Miss Rosie shifted until her entire body was pressed hard against Sam's body. She raised her muzzle and whispered into his ear, "And for your graduation present, you get to tie me up!"

Miss Rosie just laughed at the shocked but pleased expression on Sam's face. It was clear that she would have an eager and willing student in the days to come.