Anniversary Assignment: Riding The Horse Part Three

Riding The Horse
Assigned by Mistress Kari

Part Three

02/24/11

Robert looked down at my bare rear end and at the paddle. I could see him furiously thinking and I understood his dilemma. It was like that horrible question about how many licks it takes to get to the center of a tootsie roll pop. Except in my case we would find out and there would be some serious repercussions. Obviously, with the price tag for thrusts so obviously skewed for pre-purchase, it made sense for Robert to bid high.

“One hundred thrusts, Mistress,” Robert replied.

I whirled in anger and outrage. “A hundred! My ass can’t stand that!”

Kari put a hand on the back of my head and shoved my open mouth into the pillow. I kicked rather wildly for a moment but then froze when I felt the wooden paddle suddenly rest lightly on my rear end. I felt Kari bend over.

“If you want these to be delivered softly, you will cease this thrashing, keep your mouth shut, and hope I stay lenient. Do you understand?”

I nodded emphatically. The pressure on the back of my head stopped.

The paddle came up off my ass and then fell back down with a soft thwap. I jumped slightly. It hadn’t hurt. It was sort of like getting smacked with a piece of cardboard. The paddle came up again and I got a repeat. Ah… if only every spanking was like this. Two, then three, then four, I counted as Kari lightly tapped my rear end. At ten I still hadn’t even felt a sting. At eleven the pressure increased slightly, but it still wasn’t even enough to make me clench my ass. At twenty one I felt the first little sting that faded into heat even before the next blow. At thirty I was starting to tighten my ass. The next ten had me rolling my buttocks around. At forty one I was wincing and my rear end was starting to feel the heat. Let’s face it, even soft blows start to add up and while Kari wasn’t blistering my ass, she was starting to give it some serious smacks. By the time I hit fifty it was stinging and I felt a bit of heat.

Then Kari stepped back and I felt the bed depress again as Robert mounted first the bed, and then me. I spread my thighs for him as his cock slid into the wetness of my butt crack. For a moment I thought he was going to butt fuck me, but the head of his still oiled cock moved downward. I groaned as it pressed up against my bruised (and somewhat perforated) labia, pushing aside the petals of my sex. I lifted my ass upward as he pushed in. I gasped as is full length slid into me, driving deep in one smooth thrust.

“One,” announced Kari.
I took a deep breath, mostly to help myself from saying some sarcastic. Sometimes I open my mouth when I shouldn’t. Robert pulled back and repeated the thrust and Kari counted out “two”.

It was faintly ridiculous. In fact, I still can’t believe she sat there and counted every time Robert literally “fucked” me. But she did. Sometimes it was fast little thrusts where Kari was going “six, seven, eight, nine!” in rapid fire counting. I found it distracting. But during the whole procedure I tried to make sure that I was tightening as much as I could stand around Robert’s cock. The real problem is that despite the sexual torment he had endured over the last hour, technically he had still recently cum. So I was worried about him getting worked up enough to orgasm. I especially started to pulse around him, thrusting myself in order to improve his depth and penetration. I NEEDED him to cum.

When we hit a hundred I couldn’t help counting myself. Robert was getting close, I could tell and I felt him grunt and groan when Kari hit twenty three. The actually cumming took an additional three thrusts and when he collapsed on top of me Kari said happily “Twenty six more spanks!”

Through this whole procedure my wrists were still bound to my neck by the collar and while Robert was still in me, Kari began unclipping the little metal attachments. I enjoyed freedom for about three seconds and then found my arm straightened and attached to the same bracket I had been secured to earlier. My right arm followed almost immediately. Kari pushed at Robert and I groaned as he pulled his cock out of me. Then together they pulled my legs outward and quickly stretched the ropes out to my ankles, pulling them taut.

I felt something between my legs again and realized Kari was trying to work the vibroballs back into my pussy. I lifted my ass, giving her better access. Thins moved more smoothly after that and Kari managed to get both egg shaped objects into me. I let out a soft whimper as they were turned on, again to high, and then I was left to stew on the bed. Both of them left me, going back out into the living room. This gave me about ten or fifteen minutes to let the buzzing just take me, and I slowly relaxed, closing my eyes, just… stewing.

Any good cook will tell you that meat for stew needs to be cut small and tenderized. When Kari came back she picked up that paddle and without a word of warning to me, slammed it into my ass like a fifties housewife beating a rug. I screamed, loudly, totally shocked and surprised as the nuclear bomb exploded against my ass, scorching me down to the bone and making me jerk upright. Kari really didn’t bother to let me recover, and before the sting turned to just heat I was smacked again with that giant wooden paddle.

Robert told me later that when he was instructed to carry me out of the room, my ass was scarlet. I have no doubt. I was barely conscious she hit me so hard. My ass didn’t just burn, it MELTED. I know it was so hot that had you held a piece of paper against the skin it would have scorched. Trust me. I was sobbing by the time she was done with the twenty six strokes. Then she let me cry it out and by the time I was hiccuping with every dragging deep breath, she asked Robert to come back in. I felt my wrists and ankles freed and didn’t even move. I was probably hyperventilating as well. You know how you get after you’ve been sobbing or crying, right? Yeah, well, that was me. Robert picked me up at Kari’s behest and I wrapped my arms around his neck and buried my head in his shoulder.

Want to guess where he carried me? You betcha.

I was in NO condition to stand on the stool and the only thing I can say about going back on the horse was at least I wasn’t going to be sitting on my ass. Robert half stood me on the one stool while Kari did the dirty work, kneeling down and connecting the spreader bar. When that one leg was done, Robert lifted me completely up again and moved me over the horse. My other leg fell downward and Kari manhandled my ankle and foot into position. With my legs spread and nowhere to go but down, Robert lowered me gently while Kari, sans vampire glove now, spread my labia and helped me get into the most comfortable position possible.

I leaned forward of course, putting my hands down in front of me, trying to take some of the pressure off my cunt. That ended abruptly however when my wrists were cuffed together behind my back, rendering me powerless to do anything but endure. Then, to add insult to injury, Kari produced a short length of chain and she clipped one end to my bound wrists and then yanked upward, pulling my hands up my spine toward my neck. The other end of the chain was clipped to my bondage collar and the whole thing had the effect of making me arch my back. This of course also pushed my breasts forward and made my ride on the wooden horse a little more uncomfortable since I was now tipped slightly backward.



When Robert knelt down to add the heavy jugs of sand to my ankles I started crying again. In seconds the pressure had reawakened the pain from my previous rides and my straining legs, unable to close or even really move just made my muscles more tired and lowered my resistance. The only positive was the buzzing vibroballs were already churning up my libido and I could feel the steady tide of arousal. Robert stood up and looked me over, making sure that I was okay and capable of keeping my balance. The look in his eyes said everything, but he still felt the need to speak.

“I’m sorry it hurts, but I have to tell you, it’s awesome what you’re doing,” he said. I nodded. The pain between my legs made talking an iffy prospect. His hand came up and he stroked my thigh, my hip, even bringing his hand up to my breast. He didn’t pinch or hit, just touched me and I felt myself ripening even quicker as my now twice lover of the day rubbed me lightly. I turned to look at Kari, but she was gone and I didn’t know where. I refocused my attention on Robert even as my hips started to do their dance, slipping and sliding along the wooden edge of the horse. When his hands found my clit I was shuddering and breathing hard, wanting it. I tipped my head backward, my loins rocking back and forth in this lewd provocative fucking thrust that had me moaning.

"I see you've gotten our kitten in a mood," Kari suddenly said, appearing beside me again. I mewled, just for her, but Robert nodded politely and replied "yes Mistress." I moaned in disappointment as he pulled his hands away from my body.

Despite my distraction of being mounted on the wooden horse, I watched through half closed eyes as Kari rounded the front of my ride and physically moved Robert to a specific spot just to my front and left. Sort of like my ten o'clock position I suppose. She was constantly touching his cock, which despite the tableau before him, was still rather limp. Well what did you expect? He came TWICE inside me. In the space of two and a half hours. I think that's pretty damn impressive. So lighten up. As my hips rocked and my pussy slid along the wood, Kari caressed him, rubbing his shaft. IT was actually a turn on for me. Of course I was already climbing those stairs, metaphorically speaking of course, but when Kari went to her knees and began sucking his cock, her bright red lips open and surrounding his shaft, well... I just worked myself a little harder.

I learned how to suck cock from Kari. In fact, now that I think about it, I learned most things from her. She was a good teacher. When she taught me to suck cock she invited her boyfriend Jason over, tied him to a chair in her kitchen (no Hallelujah jokes please) pulled his pants down and proceeded to academically teach me. Poor guy. I had to suck him five times, all to orgasm, before Kari was happy enough with my performance and let him up. Each suck had been on a time limit and Jason had to watch me get belted across the ass before enduring several strokes to my pussy, while holding on to his shoulders.

You know, maybe he wasn't a poor guy after all.

I guess Kari sucked on Robert for about five minutes and when she was finished he was once again standing at attention, eyes closed, his face filled with rapture. I felt a little jealous. I had REALLY wanted to suck on Robert. Kari rose to her feet, gave Robert a quick kiss on the lips, and then moved behind me. I heard a noise like something being picked up from a table and then Kari was standing next to me, admiring my breasts. I glanced at her, expecting another set of clamps to appear. I kicked slightly, the spreader bar preventing my ankles from moving more than an inch, but I set the sand jugs swaying. A fresh jolt of hurt seeped into my sex and slowly moved upward.

Suddenly I was look at a whip. A cat-of-nine-tail to be precise. The strands were only two feet long, if that, and the leather straps were each knotted multiple times along their length. The whole thing ended in a heavy wooden handle, wrapped in black leather and I felt a cold shiver start at the top of my neck and work its way downward. Kari lifted up the whip to my mouth, bade me to kiss it, and told me that when I'd had enough to just ask her to stop. Then, before I could even ask her what she meant, she took a step back and swung the whip hard at my breasts.

If you've never been hit by a cat-o-nine-tails before, let me describe the experience to you. In my case, each individual strand was a leather strap with knots tied in it approximately every three inches. As the whip struck my breasts I felt a sharp sting, along the entire length of where the whip struck. The knots themselves are there to bruise the flesh, though if struck hard enough the knots will actually tear flesh and leave bloody welts. Kari has never whipped me that hard, at least not with something that will make me bleed. She's made welts before, even deep red lines that were ALMOST but not quite bloody. To be honest, the cat-o-nine-tails is a surface skin device. It's job is to make a large area sting, without the bruising effects of a paddle. And so when Kari swung the cat tails at my breasts, the impact was like me laying face down, with a piece of sand paper under my tits, and then having it pulled out from under me.

Ouch.



My breasts stung. I yelped a bit, jerking away from the impact. Of course I didn't go very far because I had no purchase on my seat. My pussy slipped backward about a quarter of an inch and I managed to send another bone bruising shot of pain up through my pubis. Brilliant, Breanne. Just brilliant. Kari hit me again and by the time my entire upper torso was twisting away from her desperately, both breasts were now a beautiful shade of scarlet and both nipples were these massive swollen points sticking straight out. Kari started another swing and I finally had had enough.

"Stop! Please stop!" I begged out loud, my voice cracking as my chest heaved. I felt as if my tits had been wrapped in wet washcloths soaked in scalding water. Kari halted in mid-swing and nodded with an evil smile. I braced myself, expecting her to start whipping my clit, or stomach, or worse, my ass.

She did none of those things. She took half turn and then swung the whip as hard as she could, straight down, like chopping wood, at Robert's outstretched, still hard cock.

It had been just as much a surprise to Robert as me, but he managed to keep his mouth shut with just a grunt and a hiss. Damn that man has stamina! His cock bounced in the most attractive way and I could see a pink patch appear along the top. I however, unlike Robert, had shouted something that must have sounded like an objection of some sort, because Kari looked over at me, grinned, and said "let me know when you want it to stop." Then she swung again. The cat licked at Robert's dick and I could see him wince when a few of the strands curled around to impact against his balls. And Kari wasn't pulling blows either. It was brutal. I watched, most Robert's face. Finally I couldn't take it any more. He was suffering so much and his cock was now bright red from the impact marks and the tip was swollen where Kari had deliberately aimed for it. I called out to Kari again, begging her to stop hitting him.

And I didn't realize what that meant until she turned and swung the cat-o- nine-tails at my tits again. Pain blossomed in my breasts and Kari went about giving my chest the same treatment as Robert's cock. Fire burned my skin from just above my stomach almost to the base of neck and Kari didn't pull a single stroke. Every one of them landed with force, curling and snapping around my curves. I looked down to see nothing but a mass of pink, with individual red streaks, and even a few little spots of blue black here and there. It wasn't until random chance managed to snap one of those knot directly against my right nipple that I broke down, screaming in shock and surprise and pain. I didn't realize that I was actually BOUNCING on the wooden horse at that point, inflicting bruises twice as bad as I would have received had I just been sitting normally. All I knew was that my breasts hurt.

Do you comprehend that? Do you even have a clue how much my tits had to be hurting for me not to be thinking about the pain in my crotch? To be honest, I don't remember the pain itself, just being shocked, after I cried out for Kari to stop and she turned her attention back to Robert, how much my pussy was hurting. My stupid antics had managed to get my right side inner labia pinched between the edge and my pubic bone and it was REALLY hurting. I tried squirming, even rolling, but nothing worked, and as Kari whipped Robert's dick again I tried desperately to get free of the agonizing position.

"Anniversary!" I yelled. "Anniversary!"

Robert immediately moved to help me, getting my left foot free of the spreader bar even as Kari was unbuckling my wrists from behind my back. In about four seconds Robert was picking me up off the horse. The pressure was suddenly relieved, though the residual pain was this aching agony between my legs. While Robert lifted me Kari unclipped my other ankle from the spreader bar, dropping the long rod on the floor beneath the wooden horse. I was shaking as I was carried into the bed room and laid on the bed. Robert held me as I trembled, just holding me. Nothing sexual, just comforting me. My breasts still felt as if they were on fire and when I realized that I was only thinking of myself, and not of him, I jerked upright, looking down at his cock.

"My God! Are you okay?" I asked. His dick was hard, swollen, and actually had little red welts across it, as if Robert had been in an accident with a weed whacker. Oh... maybe not a pleasant metaphor? Never mind. I reached out, wanting to touch him, make it all better, but Robert intercepted my hand and shook his head.

"Please don't," he whispered. I nodded. I looked around but Kari hadn't joined us yet. I took a deep breath as my pussy tightened.

"What is Kari going to do to me?" I asked, hoping Robert could or would give me a clue, but he only shook his head and continued to let the fingers of his right hand caress my upper arm. We were left like that for about ten minutes or so, ten beautiful minutes of rest, relaxation, with nothing sexual, nothing painful, and nothing intense. Kari didn't even come into the room.

She had changed again though, and when she waltzed in, holding the device in her hand it was the blood red corset she was wearing that attracted my eye. She was naked underneath, no panties and her trimmed slit looked as delectable as it had earlier. Her breasts were pushed upward, the nipples exposed as the corset tightened underneath them, letting each perfect globe rest on its own frilly little pad. When she approached the bed she put down the device and the wires and looked at Robert.

"Bind her spread-eagled," Kari ordered. Robert didn't even give me a look of apology, merely scooting out from beside me and quickly bringing my hands above my head and attaching my wrist cuffs to the bed frame. Kari worked on my ankles and once again I found myself spread open on their bed, at Kari's mercy. She picked up the device, but it was only when she brought it close and began attaching the small flesh toned pads to either side of my right nipple, and then repeated the process a second time on my other breast, did I realize that it was a portable low power TENS unit.

Kari grinned as she leaned over me. “This should be fun and exciting, don’t you think, Breanne?”

A Crappy Public Service Announcement

Sometimes, it sucks being a girl. Like today. Everyone probably knows that the plan was for me to spend the day over at Sara's place, trussed up and vibrated for four hours with every orgasm rewarded with a triplicate caning of my breasts, my ass, and the soles of my feet. Ouch, right? Well, due to circumstance outside our control, we have to put it off for a week. Just one of course. Next Saturday.

Why?

Seriously, count the weeks, dude. Three weeks ago I did Mistress Ellen's assignment. Last weekend I did Kari's wooden horse. Now, natural causes have caught up with me.

So does this mean that the next part of what happened LAST Saturday will be delayed? Nope. I've got the next section mostly finished and I'll get that done today and post it when I can, which will probably be this evening. So don't get depressed, okay? And I can guarantee more parts too. So there will be something to read next week too. And who knows? Maybe Michael will write a vignette for us or something!

So stay tuned and sorry about the delay. But I guess its the price we pay, right? For being a girl?

And you know what the price will be for me being a nympho humiliation pain slut. See ya later!

Love,

Breanne

Anniversary Assignment: Riding The Horse Part Two

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 felt Robert’s knees against my thighs. I shuddered against 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 my pussy, all the while I felt 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, 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 where ever 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 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 a 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 erotica 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 violates 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 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 was 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 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. 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 look 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. Ow.

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, to 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 explosion 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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Anniversary Assignment: Riding The Horse Part One

Riding The Horse
Assigned by Mistress Kari

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 or breathing. First of all it was made of wood, oak I think, and unlike a typical rocking horse which is decorated in horselike 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.

The PRESENT position looks almost exactly like this, except that Ariel is much much prettier than me.

"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 breath 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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A Stunning View

From J-girl&-Photobox.

Sorry, couldn't resist. Excellent view point, don't you agree?

So What's Next

Well, if you scroll down, you'll find the final installment of Mistress Ellen's Doghouse assignment. I hated it. I hope you love it, or at least like it, or actually if you hate it to I'm fine with that. I'm just glad it's done with. I NEVER want to think about it again.

So no doubt, you're wondering how Saturday went. It hurt. A lot. And I came. A lot. And yes, I'm writing it up, or I will as soon as I'm done being tortured this afternoon! Can you believe it? Yes... Master Barrett was like "I'm feeling sadistic today. I want to hurt you." And how can I say no? So right after lunch, which is like in forty minutes, I will be heading to the mall.

Oh. You're curious to know what he cooked up? Sigh... fine. Here:

Breanne, what you are to do is go to a mall somewhere dressed in a short skirt, tight t-shirt and stripper shoes put in the anal beads on high the vibrating clamp on your clit and the vibrating balls on low. You are then to take a walk around the mall. Whenever you cum you are to announce it like you did for the Seven Days of Sluttiness assignment, meaning you must do it in the presence of strangers, and within 5ft. After each orgasm you are to take an alligator clamp or binder clip and attach it to you labia or nipple. repeat until you have two binder clamps on each of your labia and 2 alligator clamps on your nipple (under the shirt) so that will take you six orgasms. On the seventh orgasm replace the vibrating clamp on your clit with an alligator clamp and then reattach the vibrating clamp to that. The clamps must be put on within one minute of orgasm. To remove the clamps find a willing target and have them fuck you in the ass. If you manage to cum you may have them remove the clamps and binder clips. If you do not cum, then you must find another stranger to fuck you up the ass.

I know. Insane right? And just to make it worse, he made me masturbate for him TWICE this morning! Once with Stinging O and smacks to my clit with a ruler, and once with my vibroballs on high! He figured it would be harder for me to cum this afternoon. He's probably right, but I'm still soaked.

Anyway, don't worry. I'll write up what Kari did to me over the next two or three days, and then I'll tell you how this afternoon went. I promise.

I'm getting worn to a frazzle!

But you love it, don't you?

Breanne