Submissive Academy
“Okay. Let’s go.”
“You can take Gladiator,” Ali says, pointing at the massive black Friesian horse grazing nearby. His thick, glossy mane brushes the ground as he moves, and there’s an undeniable majesty in his presence. “I’ll take his girlfriend, Queen,” she adds, gesturing to the smaller white mare standing beside him, her coat gleaming in the sunlight like freshly fallen snow.
After an hour of brushing the horses, saddling them, and changing into some of Ali’s riding clothes that fit me surprisingly well, I finally find myself atop Gladiator, the powerful beast beneath me shifting slightly as he senses my weight.