Amish Queen

 Amish Queen

Make no mistake: becoming an Amish Queen is not something that happens by chance. For one thing, I’m sure you’re asking yourself, how does an English girl come to hold such a powerful position? The answer, however, is not as simple as it might seem. In reality, it’s a journey that requires years of dedication and sacrifice. Moreover, this title is not given lightly. In fact, it must be earned through hard work and unwavering respect—for both the role and the community. Well, let me tell you how I earned this title and what it takes to uphold it. Just thinking about it get’s my pussy wet. Hold on to your straw hats, boys—nice and tight, and maybe even something else too—and get ready to learn how I became an Amish Queen…

Desire Beneath the Amish Man’s Trousers

It was a crisp fall morning, just chilly enough to make your nipples hard—mine were, in fact, that day. As I stood there, watching my boy and girl goats ‘play together,’ it was clear that the breeding season had begun. In the meantime, I heard the familiar sound of hoofbeats coming up the driveway. Sure enough, it was one of my Amish neighbors.

I greeted Eli with a look that was part curiosity, part challenge. “Well, well, look at you, Eli. What’s got you out here at this hour?” Eli, my Amish neighbor, explained he was just out for a buggy ride and had, for some reason, felt the urge to pull into my driveway. Intrigued, I asked, “What kind of urge?” He glanced over at my goats, where the boys were… occupied with the girls. After a long pause, Eli finally turned back to me and said, “I’ve been feeling awfully lonely lately… Would you be interested in showing me what the Amish Queen does best, Sage?” I paused, considering his words, then reminded him, “Eli, they don’t call me the Amish Queen for nothing. Are you even ready for the Amish Queen to take full control of you?”

Torn Between Faith and Strong Desire

Deep down I knew I wanted to dominate him and could feel my pussy getting wet just thinking about shaking his buggy and taking full control. Eli said he wanted me to take full advantage of him as the Amish Queen. Eli grabbed my hips and pushed me into his buggy. I tied Eli up with some rope and grabbed his horsewhip and used it right away on him.

The buggy rocked back and forth with a rhythm that tested its suspension to the limit. I spoke, and he obeyed—without question, without hesitation. Gradually, I leaned closer, locking eyes with him. “This is really what you want, Eli?” I paused, letting the weight of my words hang in the air. “Sounds like you want to be a naughty Amish man…

Eli’s lips curled into a mischievous smile, but it only fueled the fire within me. Then without a second thought, he leaned in and whispered, “I want you to dominate me and take my V card.” The challenge in his voice was clear, but I wasn’t fazed. In fact, it only made me more determined. Slowly, I met his gaze, and with a quiet confidence, I made it clear who was truly in control. I throw him down on the buggy floor and take full advantage of him…

Dominated by the Amish Queen: The Straw Hat Conquest

The air between us was thick with unspoken tension, broken only by the low knicker of the horse. Eli’s hand hovered just inches from mine on the buggy’s edge, but I didn’t move—I didn’t need to. At that moment, his proximity meant nothing. I was in control, and he knew it. I then drew a deep breath, deliberately shattering the silence. “This is dangerous for you, Eli. I’m a fierce Amish Queen, and you’re playing with fire.”

Eli locked his eyes onto mine—dark, smoldering, intense. He then he leaned in, his voice a low whisper that seemed to vibrate through the air, a mere breath away. With each passing second, the tension between us thickened, making everything else fade into the background. “And yet, here I am. I am not rushing away from this buggy. You have complete control, my Amish Queen. No matter the cost, I’ll always want you, even if it means losing everything—especially if my bishop finds out.”

Gentlemen, did you take notes? To be called “Amish Queen” isn’t just about a title—rather, it’s a position of dominance that forever marks Amish men, leaving them defined by the simple English girl next door. By doing so, she possesses a power they can never truly understand, one earned through taking their V card.

XOXO Sage 

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