This might have just come out of my mouth at least once during the fifteen or so minutes I spent on the horse. I assure you...a lot worse wasn't said!
Desperately, I tried not to move a muscle. I closed my eyes, breathing through the pain. Which doesn't get more bearable as you sit there, mind you. It aches and aches and only gets worse.
So let's go back to how it all started that night last week...
After dinner, while He was upstairs, I knelt at His feet, as I do quite often when He is playing a video game. Most of the time, He continues playing but this time He turned the game off and told me to get undressed.
I knew it was time and I wanted to run and hide.
Walking to the closet, He took out the horse and set it in the middle of the room. Being that I am pretty short, He had to get a chair so that I could reach high enough to throw one of my legs over. Very carefully, I lowered myself down until the wooden V shaped edge of the horse was most definitely rammed up between my legs and was supporting nearly my full body weight Truth be told, my inner thighs were locked against the sides, trying to take some of the load.
As I sat there, He walked around the horse, putting on my ankle and wrist cuffs. He attached rope to each of the cuffs, then tied the ropes from my left side of my body to the bedroom door knob several feet away to my left. The ropes on the right arm and leg were tied to the foot board of the bed, also several feet away but to the right.
My arms were completely outstretched, while my legs were not pulled tight, but just enough that it took away my ability to use my leg muscles to ease the pressure.
It was already almost more than I could bare as I watched Him walking back over to me, this time with the clover clamps in His hands. I couldn't imagine that pain on top of the other pain. It's not often that I beg but this time I sure did. Of course it didn't work. I think my pleas only served to fuel His sadistic fire.
At this point, I had easily already been on the horse for close to ten minutes. Standing back and taking in the sight of my helpless body, He grinned and commented about how great I looked. Ha....I didn't feel great. Then, He walked over in my direct line of sight and got on the treadmill.
Now, I expected the pain to be intense. But what I didn't expect was how badly it would hurt in my butt crack!! I couldn't move even a fraction of an inch without the pain being excruciating. At least if I stayed motionless, the pain was more of a deep ache but it was impossible to relieve no matter how I tried to shift. If I tried to rock ever so slightly forward, the pain on my clit was blinding. So, I chose the lesser of two evils in my opinion and kept the pressure more focused on my back side.
He only stayed on the treadmill a few minutes. So, all in all, I was on the horse probably no more than fifteen minutes, but it was more than enough to know that it will never make my list of favorites. It IS a torture device for a reason!
I've read stories of women riding it for close to AN HOUR and I'm sure the goal will be for me to spend longer and longer on it. But I can't even imagine, because after experiencing only fifteen minutes...that little bone in my backside (the one extends down between your checks and divides your body in half) was still sore three days later!!!
It was so sweet and caring the way He lifted me off the horse and cradled my aching body, until my shaky feet stood firmly on the floor. I only wish I could say this was the point that He forced Himself on me, making mad passionate love to me, or hell, even forced my head down on His cock.
But that is not the case. Instead, I found myself kneeling beside the treadmill with a rope attached to the clovers. As He continued on walking, He held onto the rope, tugging my nipples with each stride.
And we won't bother to talk about the hour and a half cock worship after that.
Let's just say, I was thankful for sleep, even if I did go without.