She held her breath as she looked at the horse. Even with his fingers in and on her, she could not remove her eyes from this most formidable of torture devices. She knew its history well enough. Yet, for its original, intended purpose, the woman would not be alive once she had ridden the horse. The modern day variation provided the pain, but left the subslut well intact for her Master’s continued use.
As Lacey stepped forward, she could well see the stiff, harsh carpeted material on the front of the horse. She knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that this was meant to rub her clit raw, until she was begging for relief. The sandpaper on the other side would be certain to add a new dimension of pain to her tender ass as she was slid over that part. But how often and how fast would he slid her on the horse?
With every ounce of strength within her, she did not raise her eyes towards her Master. She kept her gaze on the floor as she neared the “horse”. It was quite high – she doubted her feet would touch the ground at all.
Lacey grabbed the front wooden section, and heaved herself up slightly. As gracefully as possible, she swung her leg over the top, then tried to settle on the rounded point. She felt it crush the delicate flesh of her cunt as it pushed into her. Instinctively, she stretched her feet towards the ground, only to discover that just her toes touched the cool, stone floor. Normally, she would have been afforded an opportunity to try to lift herself from the dreaded device by use of her feet. However, this seemed not to be. Already she felt the flesh of cunt being crushed and bruised, and the desire to scream out in pain had to be held in check.
She tried to lift herself with her hands in an effort to settle herself, but as soon as she settle back down, the horse bit into her tender flesh yet again. Attempting to ignore the pain that was consuming her, she slowly raised her arms above her hear, her eyes studying the end of the horse with the carpet awaiting to give her further agony.
She felt the cuffs placed around each wrist, then heard the chains as they were pulled and then attached to her cuffs. Her toes were straining against the floor, attempting to take off some of the weight that was crushing her cunt against the horse. Maybe once he had the cuffs secured? Maybe she could use that as leverage? But she doubted it. That wouldn’t be “playing nice”. And she knew she was expected to “play nice.”
“Ready slut? Ready to take the horse for ride?” She could hear the smile in his voice, even though she didn’t look at his face.
“Yes, Master,” she trembled. Already she could feel her body breaking out in a sweat.
As Lacey stepped forward, she could well see the stiff, harsh carpeted material on the front of the horse. She knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that this was meant to rub her clit raw, until she was begging for relief. The sandpaper on the other side would be certain to add a new dimension of pain to her tender ass as she was slid over that part. But how often and how fast would he slid her on the horse?
With every ounce of strength within her, she did not raise her eyes towards her Master. She kept her gaze on the floor as she neared the “horse”. It was quite high – she doubted her feet would touch the ground at all.
Lacey grabbed the front wooden section, and heaved herself up slightly. As gracefully as possible, she swung her leg over the top, then tried to settle on the rounded point. She felt it crush the delicate flesh of her cunt as it pushed into her. Instinctively, she stretched her feet towards the ground, only to discover that just her toes touched the cool, stone floor. Normally, she would have been afforded an opportunity to try to lift herself from the dreaded device by use of her feet. However, this seemed not to be. Already she felt the flesh of cunt being crushed and bruised, and the desire to scream out in pain had to be held in check.
She tried to lift herself with her hands in an effort to settle herself, but as soon as she settle back down, the horse bit into her tender flesh yet again. Attempting to ignore the pain that was consuming her, she slowly raised her arms above her hear, her eyes studying the end of the horse with the carpet awaiting to give her further agony.
She felt the cuffs placed around each wrist, then heard the chains as they were pulled and then attached to her cuffs. Her toes were straining against the floor, attempting to take off some of the weight that was crushing her cunt against the horse. Maybe once he had the cuffs secured? Maybe she could use that as leverage? But she doubted it. That wouldn’t be “playing nice”. And she knew she was expected to “play nice.”
“Ready slut? Ready to take the horse for ride?” She could hear the smile in his voice, even though she didn’t look at his face.
“Yes, Master,” she trembled. Already she could feel her body breaking out in a sweat.

