I've been riding all day in these breeches and they are full of sweat. Can you just imagine the musk from riding a horse, the leather saddle, and my sweaty crotch all combined? It would be a great pleasure just to sit on your face and make you inhale the scent. Perhaps I'd use your face as a saddle, straddling the size of your head. Or perhaps I'd just make you kneel and I'd sit back, making you worship as I hold my riding whip close by. Failure to worship enthusiastically enough results in punishment!