LADY SALLY AND THE AUTOMATON HORSE
Lady Sally and the Automaton Horse is a femdom story with a steampunk twist in which Lady Sally delivers some corporal punishment with her extensive collection of riding crops.
Edwardian gentlewoman and strict dominatrix, Lady Sally Rudston-Chichester, is angry when her horse is beaten by Lord Melchiot’s at York Races. Believing he’s cheated, and that he treats his horses cruelly, she plots an appropriate revenge on him, centred on a brass automaton horse built to provide Lady Sally with unique opportunities for some exquisite punishment.
Victoria led the way, opening the teak doors and gesturing them into Lady Sally’s grand trophy room. Dominating the room was the life size automaton horse, fashioned from gleaming brass. The magnificent mechanical device ought to have been the main focus of Lord Melchiot’s attention but Lady Sally’s alert gaze followed his reactions as he surveyed the contents of the room. Yes, he could not fail to register the marvellous automaton but his eyes soon shifted to take in his surroundings.
Where would they alight? Would it be on Lady Sally’s trophy cabinets with their lines of sliver cups and bowls acquired from race meets at York, Doncaster, Epsom, Goodwood, and other race courses across the country? Did his look betray envy at the evidence of her equine triumphs? Would his eyes fall on the portraits of the Rudston-Chichester stallions that filled the longest wall in the room? In particular to the huge canvas by the renowned artist George Stubbs of Nemesis I, the magnificent black stallion who sired generations of race horses for the family’s stables, each horse blacker and sleeker than the other.
No, they didn’t. They fell on Lady’s Sally’s collection of antique riding crops. She smiled. How interesting that he would be drawn to these objects above all others.
“Lord Melchiot, I see you are intrigued by my collection of crops and whips. It is indeed a magnificent assemblage, is it not?” Lady Sally said, gesturing with a sweep of her arm at the implements hanging on the wall in neat rows.
She observed him gazing at the whips with studious interest, “Yes, it’s a most excellent collection,” Lord Melchiot complimented “I’ve never seen so many crops in one place.”
“It’s taken me years to build it up. There are some choice examples of the art of saddlery here. Every item is hand-made by skilled craftsmen and many are antiques of considerable value. You see this crop here,” said Lady Sally taking one down from its mount on the wall and slicing it through the air. “This was the riding crop of the Duke of Wellington, used at the battle of Waterloo, no less. I have my favourites of course.”
She showed Lord Melchiot a whip with the head of Nefertiti carved in ebony and another with its handle moulded into the shape of a horse’s head and a third with a serpent in Celtic design made from the purest silver.
“They are beautiful objects, Lady Sally, I’m most impressed.”
“Yes, I can see how intrigued you are by my collection. And it’s not just the design and craftsmanship of the handles I admire. I feel there’s as much artistry in the canes and straps. You see, each crop and whip is different; each has its own personality, and when I use them I feel the character of every crop. Each one has a different width and flexibility and will deliver its own quality of sting, don’t you agree?”
“Why, yes Lady Sally, I’m an aficionado of the riding crop. I believe that, used mercilessly by a jockey, it will drive a steed on to exceptional bursts of speed, as I believe you witnessed to your cost at the Ebor Races the other day,” Lord Melchiot boasted as he stroked his ginger moustache.
“Ah, yes,” replied Lady Sally, “that was indeed an impressive sprint to the finish line by your horse. And Nemesis is one of my finest stallions, one in a long line of pedigree race horses. It would take something exceptional to overcome him. But, ‘tis no matter, as I’ve said, I’m not an ungracious loser, Lord Melchiot. However, I do divert from you on this point, your Lordship. You see, I’ve never used any of these crops on a horse. I only ever use my whips to administer punishment to men.”
Other adventures of Lady Sally can be found in Lady Sally Rudston-Chichester and the Silk Merchant of Samarkand in ‘Beltane Fire’ (Xcite Books, 2012) and Lady Sally Rudston Chichester and the Walled Garden in ‘Fifty Shades of Green’ (Greenwoman Publishing, 2014)
Slave Nano is a writer of erotic stories with dark and exotic content in fantasy, paranormal or historical settings often drawing on the themes of female supremacy, bdsm and fetish but with a seam of quirky humour running through them as well. His short stories and novellas have been published by Xcite Books, House of Erotica, Forbidden Fiction, Coming Together and Greenwoman Publishing. His full length erotic novel, ‘Adventures in Fetishland’, a bdsm/fetish re-invention of Alice in Wonderland was published by Xcite Books. He has been known to dress up as a Fetish Hatter to promote his work.