Riding The Horse

By: Breanne Erikson and Michael Alexander

Part One

02/24/11

You know, taking off my chastity belt is not exactly the most pleasant thing to do, especially if I've been wearing it for almost twenty four hours straight.  Worse, doing it in an apartment parking lot at seven fifty in the morning is not something either easy, or that much fun.  With people driving by every few minutes while you're in the process of taking off your jeans, unbuckling everything, and then slowly extracting two dildos, while trying not to sexually excite yourself... well... there are easier things to do.  But that's what I was doing Saturday morning; to celebrate my one year anniversary.

Yep.  I’ve been writing for Michael’s Blog for over a full year now, though I admit I’ve know Michael since like 2005.  I think. I’d have to check, but I think it was around then.  In any event, I asked for all of my favorite doms and dommes to submit assignments for me, and then the readers voted on which two would be the ones I did.  Through some clever manipulation and a rather skewed viewing of the rules, four different assignments won first and second place.  And according to Michael, I had to do all of them.

So last Saturday I was parked outside Kari’s apartment, about to submit to one of the most horrendous torments I’d ever experienced:

Bre: Your assignment, should you come to me, will be both painful and difficult. You will arrive as usual, naked on my doorstep. You will then be placed upon the wooden horse for an extended length of time, with your nipples clamped, and your feet weighted, until I feel you have suffered sufficiently. You will be removed from the torment, and allowed time to recover. During this period I will amuse myself with various penetrative torments upon your person. You will then be remounted on the wooden horse. You will continue this pattern until you have spent at least six hours on the wooden horse over the course of the day. - Kari

Once I was out of the chastity belt I took a moment to work out the kinks.  Not sexual kinks.  Real ones. I sat in my truck and stretched. I also used a few personal hygiene products to clean myself and the belt up.  Twenty four hours with multiple applications of Stinging O, with hourly minute vibration torments meant lots and lots of juice and some serious need for cleanliness.  When I was satisfied, I checked the clock and found that I had about three minutes to go.  I slipped my feet out of the flip flops I was wearing and then pulled my skirt down my long legs.  My eyes continually darted around, but there still wasn't much Saturday morning activity.  Kari lives in a well to do, expensive, luxury apartment complex complete with jungle like landscaping, expensive carports, and what I frequently think of as lazy indulgent people.  Though I admit that neither Kari nor Robert are like that. Finally I couldn't wait any longer.  I peeled off my shirt, grabbed my bag full of toys, and RAN for Kari's place.

I always feel so exposed on that sprint.  It means a quick dart down a hall full of apartment doors, open to the garden courtyard.  Then up two flights of stairs, with a curved landing in between.  Then I have to run BACK DOWN the balcony to Kari's apartment, which is on the end of the building on the third floor.  I did this, managing once again, not to be noticed.   I tried to keep my chest from heaving too much as the door opened and Kari smiled at me.  We exchanged a quick hug, my naked body noticing the soft silks she was wearing.  Kari always dresses like a million bucks and is partial to very soft cloth.  While I'll see her in jeans and a tee shirt occasionally, you're more likely to find her in a business suit with silk blouses than anything else.  Today, she was wearing black silk pajamas that made her hair and eyes look even more striking than usual.  She took my bag, placed it under the small key table at the doorway, and then closed the door behind me as I stepped into the apartment.

She had moved the furniture around.  Or I would be more accurate by saying that Robert moved the furniture around to where she told him too.  Robert is Kari's live in boy toy, a grown man of 28 or so who is the longest lasting male to ever remain in Kari's service.  I admit, I'm in love with him, but on a different level than most people would or could understand.  Robert and I share something rather special: Kari.  Personally, I think Robert's in love with her, the normal way too.  So am I, and in quite the same way.  But Robert's love is a lot more intense.  We've both been submissive to Kari's dominatrix tendencies and that gives Robert and me a sort of bond and commonality that is tough to describe.

As usual the apartment was immaculate.  The sofa was out of its usual spot though and pushed up against a wall.  The coffee table was completely gone and the side table had been moved to a spare corner in the dining room.  In the middle of the living room was the horse and it dominated the decor completely.

If you're thinking of a real life breathing animal when I say horse, then you haven't been reading my blog.  This horse was neither alive nor breathing.  First of all it was made of wood, oak I think, and unlike a typical rocking horse which is decorated in horse like appendages, including tail, head, mane, and sometimes even hooves, this horse was a diabolical instrument of torture, rather than a child's plaything.  There were no appendages, no rocking rings, no springs, nothing but four legs each going up from the floor to a solid wooden beam.  The beam was made out of a solid piece of wood with the bottom spanning a good fourteen or so inches.  Both sides of the beam were cut at angles, forming a triangular prism which rested on its side.  This left a single pointy edge facing straight up. It had been rounded and sanded, but from experience I knew that were I to put all my weight on that blunted edge it would hurt just as surely as if I took a knife and rammed it up between my legs.  Worse probably.

The wood was sanded and varnished and lovingly coated with a thick film of polish and oil.  It GLEAMED in the light and I couldn't help admiring the artistry of its construction.  It WAS very beautiful.  There were even metal attachments bolted to the underside and on the ends.  I had no clue what those were for, but I at least saw them.  Underneath the wooden horse were two small step stools, each with two steps.  Where the devil had Kari managed to find TWO step stools that actually MATCHED the fricking wooden horse?  Torture R’ Us? Crossing between the stepstools and underneath the wooden horse was a spreader bar. It was thick with heavy metal links and fasteners positioned at various spots across its length.  There were also two one gallon milk jugs, both sealed, both filled to the top with what looked like sand.  Heavy twisted cotton rope attached the handles to thick metal hooks and I knew that both weights were ready and waiting for an appropriate victim.

I swallowed.  It's hard to look upon a device you know is designed to hurt you, badly, knowing that you are about to spend a full six hours riding the damn thing.  Even with the "breaks" Kari promised me, I knew that by the time I was done my pussy would be so sore that I'd be lucky to be able to walk.  I took a few steps forward and then noticed Robert walking into the room.

Like me he was buck naked.  The only difference was that his cock was bound up in something that resembled surgical tubing.  A rather tightly pulled band encircled both his testicles and his cock and both were swollen, slightly red, and looked rather uncomfortable.  He padded over to me and gave me a hug and a kiss as Kari smiled.  I felt his cock against my hip and I resisted the urge to fall to my knees and suck on him.  I want to, so bad.

"If you need to use the bathroom, now is a good time, sweetheart."  Kari said to me.  I nodded.  It was a good idea.  So I padded off toward the guest bathroom and used the facilities.  Since I was now empty as well, I took the opportunity to do a more through wash-up.  Ten minutes later I was back out in the living room, watching as Kari played with Robert's shaft.  It glistened with oil.  Both of them moved toward me and Robert went to the side table and started bringing over a few items that had been laid out.  None of them surprised me.  First there was the bondage collar Kari liked.  It was a bit different from the one she had bought me ages ago and even then was inside my bag.  This one was a bit thicker and a little wider.  It also buckled tighter.  I know because I felt the pressure on my throat when she put it on.  Next went the wrist cuffs, followed by the ones for my ankles.  It was Robert who put the one on my legs, kneeling down at my feet.  When they were done, Robert brought a small leather sap over to Kari, handing it to her.  I stared at it.  It was a lot like mine, but with metal caps along the edges.  I looked at Kari, my chest starting to heave with deep breaths, my heart pounding, my stomach tightening, and my pussy almost gushed in expectation.

"Present!" called out Kari.

I blinked for a moment, confused.  Then I remembered the stupid trick that Kari had asked the Kennel folks to teach me the previous weekend.  Dropping to my knees I then rolled over onto my back.  It was a horribly humiliating position, but I brought my legs upward and then spread my thighs wide apart.  When Kari knelt down between my legs I suddenly feared the worst.

"We have to get you prepped to ride the horse, don't we?" she asked.  I didn't have time to answer, even if I would have.  She lifted the sap and brought it right down on my exposed pussy, smashing my labia and clit with a stroke that caught my breath.  Only through serious will power did I manage to keep my legs open.  Not that it did any good.  She hit me there again, and then again, slamming that miniature leather paddle into my pudenda and sex over and over.  I started to buck as she not only picked up the pace, but also the force and the next thing I knew I was crying out loudly, begging her to stop.  She didn't.  Pain exploded between my legs and finally, after maybe fifteen strokes, I couldn't stop myself from closing my thighs and blocking her blows.

"Well, FINALLY!" Kari exclaimed.  "I thought we'd never get to ride."  She said, not even complaining about my action to close off her access to my sexual side.  I looked up at her through tear blurred eyes.

"What?" I gasped out loud.

"Stand up, Breanne.  It's time to ride the horse."

I blinked.  She must have been waiting for me to close my legs!

Kari pulled me to my feet.  My crotch burned and ached.  How could she?  Kari snapped her fingers at Robert who approached with my bag.  A moment later Kari was shoving (please note the verb there... SHOVING.  Not pushing, or slipping in, or delicately placing, but SHOVING) my pair of vibroballs up into my pussy.  I winced of course, but then Robert had my arm and we were all moving toward the horse.  I trembled, almost collapsed, and Robert held me up.  I climbed the first step stool and then Robert helped me swing my other leg over the horse.  Now I was facing the couch, the wooden prism between my legs, standing on both stools, with only an inch of clearance between my already bruised labia, stuffed pussy, and the hard unyielding wooden spine of the horse.  Robert bent down and I felt him locking one end of the spreader bar to my ankle.  In a flash I realized what the spreader bar was for.  It would prevent me from using my thighs, my horseback riding farm girl thighs, from getting a grip on the sides of the wooden horse.  It meant that I would be taking my entire body weight right between the legs.  Robert moved around to the other side and lifted up my right ankle and began buckling it to the spreader bar as Kari quickly locked my wrists behind my back.  A short chain went between the back of my bondage collar and the cuffs, making sure I would not be able to touch the horse in any way.   I teetered slightly as I was forced to lean on the horse and put all my weight on one leg, via my inside thigh as I tried desperately not to ride the horse before I had to.

Kari brought nipple clamps out, large heavy clover clamps.  These were quickly and efficiently snapped onto my breasts and I cried out, my body shaking in semi-agony as the sensation traveled up through both breasts and down to my beaten sex.  Kari pulled a one pound weights out of my bag and hung it on the chain.  The agony in my breasts doubled and I my breath seemed loud in my own ears.  Oh GOD it hurt, and I wasn't even on trial with them yet.  I teetered on one leg, my thigh pressed against the oiled wood.  My right leg was now five or six inches ABOVE the other stool.  I tried to move my leg but couldn't.

"She's ready, Mistress," announced Robert.

Kari nodded.  "Okay, Breanne.  Your safe word is 'anniversary'.  Say that and we pull you down for a break and a punishment.  It would be better for you to ride as long as possible, especially here at the beginning.  Understand?"

I nodded.

"Good. Okay, now it would be best if you sat yourself down before we yanked out the supports," she said,

I tried, really, but it just wasn't happening.  So I tilted slightly, trying to get both feet on the stools.  That wasn't working either.  I had dropped down with the wide spreading of my legs.  Next thing I knew I was being picked up and SET upon the wooden edge.  Robert’s hands were around my weight and I was centered over the wooden horse.  Kari reached down to my pussy and pulled apart my labia as I was lowered down.  I felt the pressure between my legs and then the stool was removed and all of my weight suddenly dropped on a single edge.

I shifted a little as the pressure pain pushed up into me.  It took a moment to find a less uncomfortable spot where delicate flesh wasn’t being pinched.  I rocked my hips, moving my buttocks around as I repositioned myself, my legs trying to pull out of the spreader bar, attempting to find purchase.  But after a moment I found my spot and settled down.  The pain was there, like a knuckle grinding non-stop into muscle, but I could handle it. I’d dealt with worse, and frankly my nipples were hurting more.  I could feel the heavy one pound weight resting against my stomach.

What I didn’t expect though was the constant curling of my toes.  It seemed I couldn’t stop them from clenching.  I only noticed it after the first few minutes too, when the pressure between my legs seemed to get worse.  Kari and Robert had stayed right beside me, watching, helping me maintain my balance, and generally making sure I didn’t fall or do something stupid, or start screaming like a banshee.  I almost missed Kari’s nod at Robert, which caused him to kneel down once again.  I almost fell as I leaned to the side to see what he was doing, but the sharp thrust of pain against my groin was enough to move me back to the center.  Besides, I figured out what he was doing seconds later.

Suddenly I felt something tugging on my legs.  Downward of course.  This increased the pressure on my pussy and I groaned as the pain between my legs increased.  I remember my vision going slightly blurry as I tried to adjust to two gallon jugs worth of sand being hung on the spreader bar.  It must have been at least an additional twenty or thirty pounds.  I’m not sure to be honest.  Maybe I’ll call Robert and find out.  All I know is that I went from owwww… to OH MY FUCKING GOD OWWWWWW.

That’s when Kari turned the vibroballs inside me to high.

Oh, and picked up a vibrator and held it to my clit.

If you aren’t aware of it by now, I’m a nympho humiliation pain slut.  Emphasis on PAIN.  While you coming on over to my place and kicking me in the ribs won’t make me orgasm, if I’m ALREADY bothered (which is usually pretty likely) and you do something like take a pair of pliers to my nipples and clit, chances are I’m going to scream in orgasmic bliss, cum hard, and maybe even pass out.  Pain, when added to sexual stimulation, is like this shot of nitro in a car’s fuel line.  It does some amazing things and my orgasms are so much more powerful, so much more fulfilling, and so much more desirable.  The hell with vanilla sex, I want it to hurt.

And it was.  Kari’s vibrations turned up the sexual volume exponentially and in short order I was actually THRUSTING my hips forward.  Want to know why it’s called “riding the horse?”  Because that’s what you do!  You hump that hard pointy edge biting into your crotch.  Now usually it’s because you’re in so much pain that you rock back and forth, trying to relieve the agony.  And I had no doubt at that moment I would be doing that eventually, but Kari had put me in a position where rocking was a sexual movement and I was literally humping the device that was bruising and hurting me. 

She kept the vibrator on my clit till I was getting close to cumming.  Then she pulled it away.  Understand, Kari is not into denial.  If anything she goes the other way, making her sex slaves cum and cum and cum until CUMMING hurts.  But that morning she pulled away, leaving me wanting and begging and humping and sliding my wet pussy a full two inches back and forth across that wooden edge.  My pussy was splayed open, the labia pinched and pushed to the sides, pressed between the wood and my thighs.  My crotch was a mass of hurt and sexual need and I shook with the desire to cum and the desire to dismount, all at that same time.

Kari watched dispassionately and then walked around behind the wooden horse and stepped up to Robert.  Robert was still to my left, but then Kari took him by the cock and led him to the sofa directly in front of me.  I watched as she sat him down, ordered him to spread his legs, and then sat down next to him, her own pretty pajama clad legs over his left thigh. 

Robert’s cock was still oiled and she grabbed hold of it and began doing things to his shaft and balls that made me wince.  She stroked him.  She squeezed him.  She rubbed just his tip until he was grimacing and trying desperately not to close his legs.  She slapped his cock back and forth and then even squeezed Robert’s balls, one at a time, gently of course, but enough to send pain that matched what I was enduring into my male counterpart. 

It was worse for me.  Watching Kari torture Robert right in front of my eyes was the sort of sexual stimulation that keeps me going.  So even without the vibrator pressing against my clitoris, I was still feeling the sexual tension.  Plus the vibroballs were still humming inside me on high.  The pain in my crotch and breasts had also added spice, flavor, and power to the mix and I was getting close to cumming.

I also knew that cumming would be a bad idea.  One of the things I use to endure overwhelming levels of pain and discomfort is sexual energy.  I NEED to be aroused to tolerate what was going on.  If I came, then I’d lose a lot of that and would be in agony until it either built back up, or I bailed and used my safe word.  Since the clock on the mantle stated I had only been up there around twenty minutes or so, I wanted to hold off as long as I could.

Kari wasn’t making it easy.

She directed Robert to go get his vacuum pump and he walked off, cock red and swollen, sticking straight out.  Talk about desirable.  I’d even beg him to fuck me in the ass if I could.  For me, I was just sitting there, my hips moving back and forth, sliding my pussy along the wooden edge.  Every once in a while my clit would get dragged underneath me and get crushed between the wooden edge and my body, sending waves of agonizing pleasure into me. 

Robert returned in short order with his vacuum pump and Kari positioned it over his already large and swollen cock. Now let me state for the record, that Robert is not unusually large or anything.  His cock is a rather normal seven and a half inches, which on a guy who is six one, is sort of average.  The fact his balls are shaven makes him look… sexier I guess.  Anyway, Kari put the vacuum pump over his cock and the next thing I knew he was wincing as she pumped all the air out of the clear cylinder.  I love watching guys in those things.  The veins on Robert’s cock started to bulge, the tip seemed to grow and even the whole shaft looked like it was being stretched.  It was pretty awesome.  I also know from experience that it’s a mixed sensation for the guy, and some guys like it, and some guys don’t.  I remember one dude that Kari and I milked one Sunday who absolutely LOVED the thing.  We used it during practically every single orgasm.  And let me tell you, that final one, where his cock was all red and raw and he was begging us not to touch him… well THAT pumping was well worth it. 

I glanced at the clock.  Thirty minutes. Pain was radiating up between my legs, alternating with sexual desperation.  I was having trouble with the whole thing and was now rocking backward onto my actually anus as well as rocking forward.  I could feel the pressure building, not only sexually, but physically as well and I knew that I wouldn’t be able to handle much more.   My goal was a full hour, but I could feel my body starting to tremble, to want off.

Robert was now gritting his teeth as Kari left the vacuum pump on his cock and started massaging his testicles.  After another few moments she suddenly released the vacuum on the tube, eliciting a groan from Robert.  She stood up and then slipped her pajama bottoms to the floor.  I blinked as her perfect ass came into view, with only a black lace thong covering her sex.  The material disappeared into her crack and then she was pushing her panties down.

I watched in both jealousy and admiration as Kari moved over Robert’s lap, straddling him.  The now huge and monstrous shaft (easily nine inches thanks to the vacuum pump) bobbed dangerously beneath her.  She grabbed him and then I watched as she lowered herself down, impaling herself on the thick meat rod.  It was my turn to gasp and cry out as I watched her fuck him, wishing I had that cock inside me instead of the vibroballs and the steady misery of pressure from my mount.

She fucked him for almost fifteen minutes.  I have no idea how either of them lasted.  Granted, it was a slow steady screwing, and I know that most guys don’t cum easily when sitting like that, but come on!  Fifteen minutes?  I would have been crying out and grinding down and cumming in like FIVE.  But then again, I’m a NHPS, aren’t I?  It was Kari who came first of course.  I know that Robert is a good enough sex slave NOT to cum without permission, much less cum BEFORE his mistress.  Thank God I’m a girl.  It doesn’t matter much for us.  But guys… geeze.  I’ve seen Kari go ballistic when a guy came BEFORE her while they were having sex.  Let me be specific though: sex, not torture.  Kari, to my knowledge, as never ALLOWED a guy to cum when she didn’t WANT him to cum. 

I have to admit one thing though, that while they were making love on the sofa, it kept me distracted enough that I was able to last an additional fifteen minutes on the wooden horse.  The weights on my legs were swinging, which intensified the whole rocking motion. I’m just glad that the wooden horse itself was so sturdy.  If it had wobbled, I’d have been worried.  As it was, the motion of the weights on the spreader bar, the sexual scene before me, the buzzing vibroballs, and the back and forth rocking from my anus to my clit, crushing my petals, all had me in a state I could no longer handle. I felt the rise inside me only a minute or two after Kari collapsed against Robert with a sigh of pleasure. I saw his still rock hard swollen enlarged cock straining as she got off him and turned to look at me.  Her perfect hips were exposed to my eyes as was her now slick and pink slit and I remembered how many times I had been the one to bring her pleasure. 

That’s when I came.  I cried out, bucking like mad as the orgasm rushed through me and threatened to toss me off the horse.  Kari quickly came over, holding one of my elbows as I bucked, my hips suddenly gone crazy as I cried out in orgasmic bliss.  She glanced at Robert who came over next, his cock still hard, still wet, and still stuck in that godawful rubber restraint around the balls and base of his shaft.  Together they held me upright as I bucked and fucked and just generally exploded.

And then it hurt.  There are insufficient words in the English language to describe what I was right at that moment enduring.  “Pain” doesn’t even begin to describe it.  I felt ANGUISHED.  It was like pouring molten fire on your skin.  It was like having 108 spanks to your ass and then have some one kick you in the gut so you can’t even breathe enough to cry.  I grit my teeth and shuddered, holding my breath as waves of agony rushed up from between my legs and the “discomfort” of the clamps on my breasts disappeared.  I managed another four minutes, for a total of fifty four minutes exactly, before I gasped out “ANNIVERSARY! PLEASE ANNIVERSARY!”

Robert moved like lightning, without waiting for orders from Kari so I suspect that she had told him that the moment I used the safe word he was too get me loose and off the wooden horse.  He had the spreader bar off one ankle in like four seconds, the jugs of sand falling loose and to the floor.  Then without freeing my other ankle he picked me up at the waist, lifted me off the wooden horse, and pulled me off the back end.  When I was safely deposited, crying of course, on the floor, he removed the spreader bar from the other ankle.  I gasped in more pain as I felt fingers against my pussy, pushing apart my labia.  It was Kari.

“No damage. Take her to the bedroom,” Kari said to Robert, her voice filled with steel. 

I felt arms lift me and Robert’s scent, mingled with Kari’s perfume.  I was trembling, crying, shuddering, and just generally hurting and aching all over.  My nipples started to throb as the pain between my legs lessoned and I started becoming aware of the rest of me again. 

Robert laid me on the kind sized bed in the middle of the master bedroom.  Normally, I’d feel awkward having any kind of sex on someone’s personal bed, unless we were close, but I’ve spent so many hours on Kari’s bed that it was like coming home.  Robert was gentle and placed me in the center.  His outstretched cock bumped a few times into my buttocks as he put me down, but I didn’t mind.  I just wanted to curl up and try to stabilize.

But Kari and Robert grabbed my hands and pulled my arms upward away from my breasts and stomach.  I didn’t fight them much, especially since I wasn’t really trying to stop them, just return to my fetal position.  But in short order they had my wrists secured to the bed frame.  Since the wrist and ankle cuffs had not been removed, it made locking me in place much easier.

I DID fight them when they pulled me taut and stretched my legs outward.  Aches and pains shot up through me and I cried out, kicking and pulling away as my ankles were drawn to the far corners of the bed.  Soon I was splayed open, wide apart, with both of my tormentors (both domme and obedient sub) looking down at me. 

Kari bent over and removed the nipple clamps, eliciting another cry from my open and panting mouth.  My breasts felt as if they had been beaten and coated in hot wax.  Then she moved around to the end of the bed.  I groaned as the vibroballs were pulled from me, still on, putting pressure on my abused labia.  It hurt.  I heard the vibroballs shut off and then Kari moved to Robert and took off the rubber tubing around his cock and balls.  Then she spoke the words that I was both longing to hear, and dreading.

“Fuck her brains out until you cum.”

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Riding The Horse

Assigned by Mistress Kari

Part Two

02/25/11

In my present state, with sore cunt, the last thing I wanted was Robert’s still ENLARGED and SWOLLEN cock inside my pussy.  I lifted my head, shaking it, protesting, but then Kari was kissing me, sticking her tongue in my mouth, her fingers squeezing my only recently released nipples.  I cried out, my back arching and then I felt the bed compress at the bottom.  There was movement between my legs and I sensed Robert’s knees against my thighs.  I shuddered with Kari’s kiss, her fingers and then Robert’s cock was pressing against my bruised petals.  I lifted my hips, trying to twist away but he moved against me, pinning me, spreading my labia open with his bulging tip, plunging his massive, vacuum altered shaft into me.  It went deep, impaling me while his hips pressed against mine.  I convulsed down there, as if I had a hundred debilitating cramps all at the same time.  Agony poured up from between my legs; all while feeling the sudden rush of sexual intoxication from my libido.  Robert moved up, replacing Kari and his mouth was sucking on my nipples, drawing the crushed nub inward while a female hand continued to play with the other one.  Then I felt Kari on the bed next to us, her fingers caressing me, my head, my shoulder, my neck, tickling my ear even as her fingers moved between us.  She actually touched Robert’s cock as it slid in and out of me and when I felt her fingertips on my clit, I cried out in sexual exhilaration. 

After spending almost an hour on the wooden horse, having sex immediately after getting off was not exactly recuperative.  My brain was fighting a losing battle with the flood of hormones and chemicals flashing through my bloodstream with only my emotions being any kind of help. My brain was saying “now wait a moment.  Her body was just propped up on a fucking wooden pony and there was quite a bit of bruising on that part down there.  Not to mention her nipples were clamped and weighted, and frankly I don’t think that she’s in any condition to be fu…acchheedd.” That last part is where my brain was throttled by my libido, who was repeating “Oh fuck yeah!” over and over.

So as you can imagine, Robert’s “fuck her until you cum” was a rather brutal opening of my bruised nether regions.  But to his credit, Robert moved slowly.  That helped.  Of course on the flip side, he was thorough as well, moving his swollen shaft all the way in and as deeply as possible.  Since he was now about three inches in diameter instead of the typical two inches, it was like fucking my Core Driller dildo.  He also picked up the pace as he started to cum and the next thing I knew his shaft was throbbing inside me, filling the extra large condom Kari had slipped over his cock to the max.

He collapsed on top of me with a sigh of relief and despite the fact that I was still hurting I couldn’t help wondering how long it had been since Robert had felt release.  I heard a sharp smack and Robert grunted.  Kari had hit him on the bottom.

“Okay, get off her.”

I blinked as Robert rolled off me.  Kari was standing there.  She had changed out of the pajama top she was wearing earlier and was now dressed in black leather boy shorts and a brazier that emphasized her top.  A set of incredible strap high heels were on her feet and she looked like a sex goddess.  I would have fallen to my knees to worship her had I not been already bound and spread on her alter like some sort of sacrifice. 

Kari was also wearing one other item, but it was something I hadn’t seen before.  It covered her right hand and I realized that it was a glove.  She moved close even as Robert vacated both the space above me and the space inside me.  She crawled up onto the bed and moved close to me.

“And how is our little doe doing now?  Feeling the need?” she asked. 

I didn’t reply. I knew the question was rhetorical.  Besides, while I was still horny, I wasn’t anywhere close to orgasm.  Fucking Robert had been both excruciating and wanton, but it wasn’t enough to get me going.  Not yet at least.  Kari stroked my cheek with her left hand and let the finger slide down my throat and to my breasts.  She circled the nipple lightly which caused me to shiver.  The pain from the clamping was almost gone, but for some reason my nipple stiffened as she ran her finger over it.

Then Kari lifted her gloved right hand, holding it up in front of my face, palm forward.  I blinked, and then gasped.  The fingers of her glove were covered with short, sharp, pins.  In the space of a heartbeat my breathing became labored and I was pulling against the bondage holding me down as Kari waved her pin covered fingers in front of me.  I’m not sure why, but she started off by using just one finger and touching my chin. I felt the little sharp pin pricks, but they weren’t deep, just there, like one of those medical pinwheel toys with the sharp pins.

She lifted her hand again and this time I watched as she moved it over my right breast.  She spread her fingers and then lowered her hand down until my entire nipple was centered in her palm and her fingers curled around into my cleavage.  Almost immediately I felt the sharp tacks touching me and it was like I was wearing those silly tack pads in my bra.  Kari began moving her fingers up and down, like playing a piano arpeggio and then moved her hand around.  My breast felt like a pin cushion and my nipple stiffened even more, the raised flesh prickling deeply as it rose into the pins of my best friend’s glove.

Kari moved to the other breast and repeated the same process.  Then she cupped my sex, applying various degrees of pressure.  It wasn’t exactly erotic in the sense that I wanted to cum, but it brought my thoughts directly to the spots she touched, emphasizing them, making me want more.  After she completely circled me once, spending five or so minutes on each breast and even my pussy, she returned to my right breast and then snapped at Robert.

“Bring a vibrator over and touch her wherever I just did.” Kari ordered.  As soon as she was done with my right breast, plumping it and squeezing it with pin covered fingers, Robert moved in and touched my nipple with a purple covered plastic vibrator.  Kari moved to my left breast, once more grabbing hold of the entire mound and squeezing. Sharp prickles were like little bits of electricity sparking against my nipple.  And over on my right side I was suddenly feeling the intense and direct vibrations against my nub.

By the time Kari was cupping my pussy again I was starting to get really excited and the pins were starting to feel good.  Kari finally moved back and Robert did my clit, eliciting a cry of desperation out of me.  My breasts sported tiny dots all over where Kari had squeezed tightly.  Then Kari nodded at Robert and the two of them began releasing my arms and legs.

I stretched, trying out my new freedom and I wondered what they were going to do to me next.  I was pulled up right as Kari left the room and the Robert was giving me a quick massage.  It was a muscle rub, focusing on my legs, back and then shoulders.  It was fast and a little rough, but I just enjoyed having him touch me.  Then when he was done, he helped me to my feet and pulled me back out into the living room.

That was when I realized what was coming next.

The wooden pony had been reset.  The two stools were in place, as was the spreader bar.  Kari suddenly appeared from the kitchen holding a glass of water.  I took the proffered drink and drained the glass, even as I felt my heart flutter at the thought of riding the horse again.  When I finished I handed the glass back to Kari and Robert moved me toward the horse.

Climbing those stools was so hard.  But I did it. 

“Robert! Don’t forget the vibroballs!” Kari shouted from the kitchen.  Robert looked a little sheepish but quickly left me standing there on the stool while he retrieved the vibroballs.  When he returned I lifted one leg, placed an arm on his shoulder, and let him insert them.  He wasn’t as rough as Kari had been the first time, instead making sure I was capable of taking the vibroballs.  Once stuffed, he turned them on and I moaned as the waves of pleasure rolled over me. 

Robert spent a moment locking my arms to the sides of the bondage collar, which was quite different from the behind the back position I had first ridden the wooden horse in.  I liked it, though it did choke me a bit.  Now my elbows were sticking out to my sides and ironically they ended up helping me keep my balance.  Robert helped me swing one leg over the horse and then went about getting the spreader bar attached.  This time I stayed on the stool, putting all my weight on the right foot.  It was an awkward and uncomfortable position, but it was better than sitting on the damn horse early.  By the time my legs were locked open, Kari had returned.  The glove was still on her right hand, but something more frightening was in her left.

On the previous Wednesday, Master Barrett had given me a rather specific assignment.  I had been directed to go to the hardware store and have a chit chat with Mike, the store manager.  Master Barrett had felt that I needed another insert, similar to the ones Mike had made for my bra.  Despite his concerns, Mike had made me something appropriate, using an oval cut piece of ¼ inch rubber and a handful of stainless steel tacks, each about a ¼ inch long.  He had cut a small grove down the center of the rubber, basically allowing it to be folded easily and then nailed the tacks down to either side of that groove.  What I ended up with was a pliable rubber pad that was foldable in the center and that would bend in a gentle curve outward.  We tested it that afternoon and let me tell you, slipping that tack pad into my pussy, feeling the pins along my inner and outer labia, was about as scary and sexually erotic as I have ever felt.  Mike also gave me a lot of instructions about how not to use the pad, how to clean it, and offered to make me something a little less dangerous.  I drove home with the thing embedded in my pussy and let me tell you, I came hard.

And Mike got to butt fuck me too, so he was rewarded for his work. 

It was this little rubber pad that Kari was now holding.  It had been in my bag and I had been instructed to bring it, but I had thought it was just to SHOW Kari.  I now understood the pin glove.  With one leg forced up and my pussy fully on display, Kari moved over to me and reached down with her right hand.  Pins pressed sharply against my labia as she spread my petals.

“Please!  Kari, no!” I begged, shaking my head.  Kari gave me one of those looks that told me I needed to shut up or this would hurt a lot more.  I closed my mouth even as my chest started to heave in silent sobs.  Tears poured down my face as she folded the tack pad and stuck in up into my pussy. 

The tacks were much more wildly spaced than the pins on Kari’s glove.  But they were also sharper too and more likely to penetrate skin.  The thought of having to sit on this, on a wooden horse, suddenly was too much and I turned to Kari.

“This is in violation of my limits!  It will cut me! I can’t!” It was about as close to panic as I’ve ever come.  Robert had to hold me in place or I would have fallen off the stool.  That would have been bad since I was now technically bound around the wooden horse.  Kari listened to my protests for just a second and then placed the forefinger of her right hand against my lips.  Pins locked my mouth closed and I shook, scared of what she was going to say.

“Hush,” Kari said softly.  “I would never do anything to you that violate your limits.  This will not.  You will ride it for ten minutes and then we will lift you from it, remove it, and you will continue your horse ride.  But I will not waste the efforts of either your Master Barrett or your handy man.  You WILL ride with this saddle and you will suffer.”  Then she gave me a smile.  “Cumming is up to you.”

And Robert picked me up and set me on the edge of the horse.

Pain flooded up through my groin and exploded skyward, overwhelming everything in its rush to get to my brain.  Between my legs I felt something much different than the first time I had rode the wooden horse.  First of all, the edge was no longer this painful crushing sensation between my legs.  Ironically, the rubber was protecting me from the solid wood and cushioning me slightly.  On the flip side I could feel the tiny exposed tips of the tacks digging into my labia.  I adjusted my position and tried to get comfortable.  After all, I only had to handle it for ten minutes, right?

Kari looked at Robert.  “Sit on the couch and make yourself ready.”  Robert nodded and immediately moved to the sofa in front of me and began rubbing his still soft cock, watching me suffer in front of him.  Evidently I must have been particularly sexy, because it wasn’t that long before he was starting to get hard.

While Robert was rubbing himself, Kari had lifted her right hand and once again started squeezing my breasts.  The tiny pin pricks were enough to attract my attention, sending little shocks of pain through my nipples.  She moved rapidly, squeezing here and then there.  Then she smacked me lightly on the bottom.  This resulted in my gasp and a hip jerk forward.  I cried out as the tiny tacks in my saddle dug in deeper.  Pain was radiating up from between my legs, despite the rubber mat stuck up my pussy and I began rocking back and forth, trying to relieve the pressure.

A pinprick pinch on my nipple made my eyes open and Kari was right there, grinning. 

“You like it don’t you, little slut?” she asked.  “You like being hurt?”

I nodded, the pain melding with the pinches and the vibrations of the vibroballs in my pussy.  Kari’s left hand went down to the saddle and I felt her bare fingers touching my clit.  I gasped, nodding.

“Oh yes! Please hurt me!” I said, my body trembling. 

“How much do you want it to hurt?” She asked, lips at my ear. I could feel the warmth of her breath.

“Badly!  Please!  As much as you can, Kari!”  I practically shouted.

“What are you?”

“A Nympho Humiliation Pain Slut,” I cried out.

“And you want me to hurt you?”

“YES!”  Now I was bucking.  Her finger was working my clit in circles while the pin covered fingers switched from one nipple to the other, crushing and perforating the little nubs.  Robert watched, his fingers moving up and down his oiled and now straight cock.

“How long do you want to ride the horse?” Kari demanded.

I was getting worked up.  The orgasm was getting close.  “Forever!” I said strongly, with a bit of helpless desperation in my voice.  At that moment I was totally honest.  I WANTED to ride the horse, with the spikes and everything, forever.

I grit my teeth as I felt the orgasm build and threatened to overwhelm me.  But then Kari pushed me backward, rolling me so that the pressure of the horse was now on my tailbone and not my pussy.  I felt the rubber pad extracted from between my labia and Kari quickly checked me to see if I was damaged.  Evidently I wasn’t because she then tipped me forward and I was treated once more to the sex bruising hardness of the wooden horse, pressing against my pin pricked labia, clit, and perineum. 

And I was once more back in sexual hell.

Kari bent down and put the heavy sand filled jugs on the spreader bar, increasing the weight and pulling me down even more.  I gasped as I tried to adjust to the additional pressure between my legs.

You know, pain is sort of a weird thing, isn’t it?  I mean, right now, while I’m writing this, I’m having a hard time REMEMBERING how much it hurt.  I mean I know it did.  I can REMEMBER it hurting, but I can’t remember how much.  Strange, isn’t it?

So while I sat there, rocking back and forth, humping the wooden horse, my clit going down to be pinched with each forward movement, Kari moved toward the sofa.  I watched as she ordered Robert to kneel on the sofa while she sat down to Robert’s left.  She asked him to face her, rather than me, and I suddenly saw Robert in profile, his hard cock his normal size, but sticking straight out at attention.  I bit my lip as the combined sensations of pressure, the vibrations of the vibroballs, and my tenderized labia sent some interesting messages up to my brain.  Seeing Robert in all his oiled glory didn’t help either.

But then, to my horror, Kari grabbed his cock.  With her right hand.  The hand covered with the pin glove.  I saw Robert’s eyes widen, but he stared stoically ahead and didn’t say anything.  Kari didn’t even look at him.  She was looking at me.  Her crystal blue eyes seemed to sparkle with evil design and she squeezed his cock hard. I could tell because Robert’s expression changed a smidgen and I could see him having trouble staying still.

“If you cum I’ll stop,” she said, still looking straight at me.  Then she squeezed him again.

I can’t really imagine what it felt like.  I know a man’s penis is delicate and very sensitive.  Hell, that’s why during college, Kari and I would find a gullible but handsome hunk every few days, invite him to our place on a Saturday or Sunday morning, tie him to the bed, and milk him until his cock was nothing more than a sore, tenderized, raw piece of meat.  Granted, we never actually fucked a guy until he bled, but I know that we came close a couple of times.  I remember one black guy we had down and he ALMOST ripped his arm out of its socket trying to get free.  He ended up bending the bed frame though. 

Kari shifted her grip so that more of her palm was now over Robert’s tip.  She squeezed again.  Words of protest formed on my mouth as Robert winced, a look of real pain, but they died when I realized that nothing I said short of “Oh God! I’m cumming!” would actually make Kari stop.  And it had to be a real orgasm.

I was under a lot of pressure at that moment.  Sure, I was hot and bothered, and even half way up the ladder to the impending orgasm, but there were some serious issues at play.  First of all, if I orgasmed so soon, then my tolerance for the wooden pony would be seriously diminished until I could get myself worked back up.  I wanted to do another hour too, just like last time.  So no matter what, I was looking at some pretty agonizing moments.  Second of all, forcing an orgasm out while riding a pony, I mean ACTIVELY working myself to orgasm, meant inflicting some rather pernicious discomfort to certain parts of my anatomy.  It wasn’t like I could reach down and finger myself until I came.  It meant I’d have to really RIDE the horse, and not a walk or even a cantor.  I’m talking about humping the wooden horse at a gallop.  Then there was the torture being applied to Robert.  Obviously he wasn’t used to his cock being a pin cushion, but there was no guarantee that immediately after I came and Kari took her hand off his cock, she wouldn’t just wait a few minutes and then put it right back on.  Or worse, right? 

She shifted her grip again, this time moving her fingers downward so that most of Robert’s shaft was covered from the base to the now exposed tip.  I imagined I could see the little red pin holes as she gave him another hard squeeze.  He groaned and I could see his jaw set as Kari began pulsing her hand in rapid little movements.  God, that had to have hurt.

And so I began pumping my hips, thrusting my body along the spine of the horse in wet painful glides.  My clit was dragged down underneath, pinned between my pubis and the wood.  I’m not an expert… okay maybe I am, but I can say that crushing your clitoris between your entire torso and a sort of sharp wooden point IS a decent way to push yourself to orgasm.  And send sharp shocks of pain through you as well.  I rocked back and forth, my arms sort of flapping like wings to the sides of me as my movements set the milk jugs hanging from my feet swinging.  Kari watched me, my face heating up, my chest heaving, and my body tensing. I could feel the buildup inside me.  She gave me another wicked look, let go of Robert’s cock, and grabbed hold of his balls.

Ooohhhh….

I hate to say this, but while I wanted to end Robert’s torment, it sure was turning me on!  The thought of all those pins against his scrotum was just… hot.  I’m not so sure he thought so, because his face had one of those “Oh Shit!” expressions followed by a rather ginger wincing as Kari began kneading his testicles.  I bucked like mad, working myself as hard and as fast as I could.  Kari continued for another twenty or thirty seconds and then let go.  Then she grabbed his tip between two pin covered fingers and began tweaking, hard. 

“OH GOD! I’M CUMMING!” I shouted.  And I was.  Wetly.  I could feel the juices streaming from my pussy and for a second, down my thigh.  I wasn’t so much rocking along the spine of the horse now; I was sliding, back and forth in this ludicrous and totally lewd maneuver that would have looked pretty awesome if it had been caught on video.  I was so far gone too.  My eyes were rolling and fluttering, my heart was racing, I felt like I had just been injected with stimulants, and my entire body felt light for a moment.

Then that feeling ebbed and I was dropped down several stories onto that wooden horse with no padding and nothing to slow me down.  Owwww.

At least Kari had let go of Robert though.  As I groaned and started whimpering from the pain shooting up through my groin, Kari got up and moved back over to me.   Her pin covered glove found its way to my breasts, squeezing each in turn, playing with the nipples, and generally hurting me.  Her left hand once again found my clit and began rubbing it, using my own juice to lubricate the tiny nodule of flesh.  I started shaking uncontrollably even as the arousal started to bubble through the layer of pain.  Kari didn’t waste a moment and I thought I’d go nuts when she switched hands and my clit was suddenly pinched.

Have you ever heard the expression “I felt pins and needles”?  Well, I have.  On my clitoris.  Imagine your most sensitive spot being pinched with a mass of pins and needles.  Sharp ones.  I’m not sure how it could have been worse, or more erotic.  I gasped and was instantly catapulted upward into this spiral of mixed pain and pleasure.  And Kari didn’t stop either.  She kept moving from one breast to the other to my clit and the followed it all up with one or two smacks to my ass.  Then we started again.  In short order I was humping the horse, sliding my pussy along.  Except now I was so wet, and the wood was drenched, that there wasn’t any friction, so no moving forward to drag my clit under.  Just the inexorable pressure downward along with the torments inflicted upon me by Kari. 

When we passed the forty five minute mark I was really close to my third orgasm.  Kari was playing me like a violin, keeping me vibrating just below the point where I could push myself over.  It was agony and ecstasy all in one blow.  The jugs on my legs swung violently back and forth as I did the twist, my legs parted wide, all while balanced on the edge of a wooden horse.

I didn’t make it to an hour, in fact I didn’t make it past my previous fifty four minutes, but I got close!  At fifty one minutes, after my third orgasm the pain was too much and I turned toward Kari who was still pinching my right nipple.

“Anniversary” I whispered, too tired to shout it.

“Robert!” Kari said sharply.  He jumped off the couch even as Kari was bending down and freeing one ankle from the spreader bar.  Thank God it came loose with a simple metal clip.  Seconds later Robert was picking me up by the waist, lifting me away from that god awful torture machine.

Kari removed the spreader bar from my other ankle while Robert turned off the vibroballs and I was once again carried to the master bedroom.  I was sobbing, or at least crying pretty hard.  My pussy hurt, but I also felt light headed from the sexual explosions and despite the fact my wrists were still stuck to my collar, I laid my head on Roberts shoulder and just tried to pretend I didn’t exist.

He laid me down softly on the sheets.  I could smell them, not the sheets, but Robert and Kari’s scent on the 500 count Egyptian Cotton.  It was both masculine and feminine all at the same time, with hints of Kari’s vanilla perfume and a little bit of Old Spice.  And there was the smell of sex, that musky flavor that comes only from a woman’s orgasm.  Of course it could have been me.  It wasn’t like I hadn’t cum in that bed before.  In fact, unless Kari has bought a new one (which IS possible), it’s likely I have cum in that bed more often than Robert has! 

I was laid on my stomach this time, which was a blessing considering what Kari had only recently done to my breasts.  I felt two sets of hands rubbing me, massaging my legs, my still bound arms, my back, even my ass.  Then Kari left the room and it was only Robert touching me, gently trying to pull all of the pain out of me.

“Thank you,” he whispered in my ear.  I couldn’t help but to smile.  His words were soft and filled with appreciation and love.  “You didn’t have to do that for me.”  I turned my head and looked at his brown eyes.

“Yes I did,” I replied.  He smiled, then leaned forward and kissed my forehead.  He jumped back to work on my shoulder and upper arm as Kari returned. 

I felt the bed depress down by my ankles as Kari climbed up onto the mattress with me.  Her knees widened and I felt my own legs parting a bit and I hissed as aches went shooting up my calves and into my crotch.  I felt a tug and then Kari was pulling the two vibroballs out of my pussy. I groaned, wincing as the two ovoid objects pressed against my bruised and now swollen labia.  It hurt.

Kari got up off the bed and I heard the dresser door slide open.  That got my attention.  When we were living together, the top dresser door was where she kept…

Oh my God… no!

She returned to the bed holding the wooden paddle.  It was thick, drilled with holes, and I knew from experience, very painful. I clenched my ass even as I started to turn over.  Kari put one hand down on my rump, pushing me back down.

“Stay still!” she demanded.  My heart thumped as the words “Oh God Please NO!” went rapidly through my mind over and over.  Kari held up the paddle and looked at Robert over my back.

“How many thrusts will it take for you to cum, Robert?  Right now the cost is two thrusts per stroke.  If you run out and have to use more, the cost will be one thrust per stroke.  Oh, and if you cum BEFORE you use all your purchased thrusts, the unused thrusts come back at two strokes a thrust.  So use your brain instead of just your dick.”

I looked at Robert and he looked at me, and I knew I was about to get seriously paddled.

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