Her pony ride, [MF],[Soft swing],[sharing],[BDSM]

“You are my dom. I am your submissive. I will listen and obey. I will communicate fully and openly. I give my body and my consent to you”

I looked in my lover’s gray eyes intensely. I spread my palms across her upturned forearms before I began my formalistic response.

“You are my submissive. I am your dom. I will cherish and lead you to where you need to be. I will respect your safety and your consent”

Nicole trembled as we completed our little ceremony. We had been playing for almost a year together. This is how we transition from vanilla to kinky, from mundane to in-scene. I like this, it is a nice way to reinforce the dynamic of the next couple of hours and it forces explicit communication. She likes it because it puts her into the right space.

“Slut, what are your safe-words tonight”

“Master, “Licorice” is my stop for a moment word, “Pineapple” is my stop everything safe word”

“Very well, mine are “Wallabee” and “Boomerrang”. Stop lights are in effect.”

I stroke her long black hair as I pull my twenty three year old lover closer to me. She gasped, such a cute little sexy gasp that she always gives when I pull her tight for the first time in a scene.

“Tonight my slut, you will be going for a ride… please go to the bedroom and remove your clothes. You will find certain supplies on the bed. Please prepare yourself. I will be in here preparing my pleasure and your pain. Once you are set, present yourself here. Do you understand these instructions slut?“

“Yes, sir, this slut understands” Nicole was already entering into her sub persona. I am always and have always been amazed at how quickly she can begin the transition from vanilla into kinky. She put her hands behind her back, tilted her head down so that her eyes focused on a point five feet in front of her and went to the bedroom.

I had at least five minutes, probably seven or eight minutes. I had done most of the prep work over the past several weeks. I pulled out two triangle steel supports, each with an vise clamp at the tip of the isosceles triangle.

A solid, oak 2×4 was placed upwards in the first grip. This wood was hard and it was smooth. I had spent hours over the previous weekend smoothing it down, first with rough sandpaper, then smoother paper, and finally super fine grain sandpaper. The edges were curved slightly but there was a flat resting area about one and three eighths of an inch wide. I quickly mounted the other end of the board in the other vise grip. I shook the the steel beams; they were snug and secure.

In the middle of the wood there was a small hole, with an inflatable dildo sticking through the hole. I quickly attached an air mattress pump to the inflation chamber and flipped the switched. Fifteen seconds later, there was a rock hard seven inch cock sticking out of the beam. It would be impressive except it is neon green.

I quickly placed an eighteen inch chain with locking carabiners at each end over the beam. The last thing I needed was the full length wall mirror from the guest bedroom. I wheeled it out and positioned it two feet in front of torture device.

I waited for my slut to emerge. She still had a few more minutes before punishment was deserved. I filled a bowl with ice cubes and a sippy cup with Gatorade. Our Hitachi was plugged in, hearing protection laid on the table and several ropes were ready as well.

Nicole emerged from the bedroom ready. She had put her long hair into a bun. Her nipples were already jutting out from her firm B-cup breasts. Some of this was from the cool temperature I had set for the condo, and some of her hardness was from her readiness. I could just look at her naked, strong body for hours if I wanted to. And I had one day as a head fuck for her.

Her hands were bound together in a pair of cheap fetish store cuffs. Normally I would have her use better gear but there would be no stress on her arms tonight. She had a black leather posture collar with three leather straps cinched tight around her neck. Her head was forced skyward and a D-ring on her collar held one end of a locking carabiner that connected to her cuffs. Her hands were in a perverted prayer position. A red mask was on her forehead. Her calves were contained in red leather cuffs with D-rings.

“Present and demonstrate”

She stood tall, elbows flared, hips out, feet slightly past her shoulders for a moment and then after a silent three count, she slowly spun. I could see that she had inserted the purple jeweled butt plug.

“Good girl, you make your master happy. You are not being punished tonight. You will give your pain and torment to me for my pleasure.”

“Yes master”

I stepped closer to her, still fully clothed, although could read my arousal in everything I did. I placed both of my hands on her elbows and began to tell her the plan.

“You will have forty eight seconds to prepare the inflatable dildo to your liking. Master will then have you mount the dildo. Master will then restrain your feet. You will ride the pony until Master derives no more pleasure from your agony.”

She shuddered. “Yes Master, may this slut start her devotion?”

“Yes”

She walked over to the green dong and spit on it. She had little ability to guide the inflated plastic cock into her mouth so she let it bounce around for a moment and then caught it on the rebound between her lips. The first few inches were coated with spit, and then she dove in and deep throated the plastic cock with horrendously efficient technique.

As she was fellating her penetrator, I placed a thumb on her jeweled butt plug and pressed its head into her deeper as my fingers went up and down her slit. With fifteen seconds left, I squeezed her clitoral hood tightly between my index and middle finger like I was using scissors to cut paper. She moaned in excitement, she moaned in pain, she moaned in shock as her time was running out.

I stepped back and waited for her prep time to expire.

“Three, two, one… and ready slut.”

She had her lips off of the green dildo which glistened with her spit as I finished my sentence. She tried to look down but could not with the posture collar, so she looked at the ceiling as she had been trained.

“Good slut. Now master will help you mount. Your exhibition for my pleasure will begin.”

I took her by the elbow, and once she was stable, she threw one leg over the beam. It was a little bit awkward for her but the beam was only thirty one inches off the ground, so we got her lined up. I had her scoot forward so the green dildo pressed against her stomach. I went to one knee and had her step on my thigh with her near foot as she went on tippy toes on her other foot and I lined on the cock with her wet pussy and she slid down. Her toes were still on the ground so this was pleasure not pain yet..

“Slut, do you see yourself in the mirror?”

“Yes, master”

“Color?”

“Green, master”

The eighteen inch chain with a pair of carabiners were the key to this torture. I pulled her far side leg up and hooked the carabiner to the D-ring above her calf. Her near leg was still on the ground. And then she moaned and her face furrowed as I picked up her other leg and connected the other carabiner

Her entire weight was now being supported by a few square inches focused on her pussy. She could squirm a smidge and move her weight back to her ass and she could wiggle a little bit before she had to worry about falling off.

“The game of the week is on ESPN. Round one will be two innings slut”

“Yes Master”

I sat down and watched Nicole split her attention. At times, she saw herself in the mirror. At times, she watched me watch her while keeping an eye on the game. The first inning went fast. The visitors went down 1-2-3. During the half inning break, I watched her squirm. Small pearls of sweat were already forming on her brow as she could never find a spot that worked for long. The plastic invader limited her ability to go too far forward and the fear of falling limited her ability to go backwards.

The Yankees lead off man got on but got caught stealing on a strike-em out, throw-em out double play. The three hole hit a homerun but the clean-up batter struck out.

Nicole was struggling, her feet were flailing and a steady set of grunts were coming out of her mouth. I started to prepare for round two.

“Color?”

“Green”

“Good slut”

The visitors sent six men to the plate, and plated two runs in a long inning. The Yankees first two batters went down quickly on a pop fly and a well hit ball caught at the track. She was eying the television more than me as she was hoping her ordeal would soon be over. And then there was an eleven pitch at-bat. He finally went down on strikes.

Her entire body was covered in sweat. Her outer lips were starting to bruise. Her calf muscles were tight and I could see a charlie horse beginning to form in her leg. I gave Nicole a sip of Gatorade and unhooked her handcuffs from her posture collar. I took one cuff off her left wrist and gave her permission to use her hands to push up on the beam for fifteen seconds.

“;Ahh… thank you master, slut thanks you”

As she was two inches off the beam, I deflated the dildo and pulled it out of the holes is had been in. She was surprised. But she knew enough to not question me.

“Slave, hands behind your back” She complied and I cuffed her wrists low as she sank again on the beam. I made sure her hands were secured and placed the blindfold that had been on her forehead over her eyes.

“Slut, I elect to give you a choice. Prolonged or Intense?

“Master, slut chooses Intense”

“Very well” With that I went to the supply table. I put the hearing protection over her and cinched the adjustment tight. She could probably hear a gunshot but very little else. I was cutting her off from senses and time. Her breathing had started to become quicker as she rocked back and forth on the beam. I took an ice cube in each hand and mashed them against her nipples for a fifteen count. The cold shocked her as the ice melted. I barely touched her nipple with my tongue and she moaned. I love how sensitive she is. I switch and elicit the same response. And then I pulled back for a moment and clamped one nipple and run the chain over neck. As I ran the chain over her neck, I sucked on the intersection of her throat and her jaw. Such a pretty throat. I squeezed her other nipple between my fingers and clamped it tight as she moaned in pain

Her posture collar D-ring now had a rope threaded through it. I tied that rope to the edge of the beam in front of her. A second rope I looped under the chain supporting her nipple clamps and ran that to the rear of the beam. I then tied the Hitatchi to the beam tightly and turned it on so the big white head is pressed against the front of her pussy lips. If she scooted forward she received pleasure but the pressure would overwhelm her in short order.

I applied a pair of bowlines to her neck rope, bending her forward and stretching her out. Her breasts were pulled skyward by the chain around her neck and her head was pulled down

I left her there for a moment as she is descended into her sub space.

I envy her when she can go deep, it is a world, an experience, a state of mind that is amazingly clear and disassociated from the world. It is simplicity and profound, a quasi religious experience that fuels her. I sent and then received a short text in response.

My watch was set for fifteen minutes.

I took the short thuddy flogger to start warming her up. These strokes were short, they were all from my wrist with no power coming from my elbow or shoulders. I wanted her to move so that she is reacting to her own pain and not the pain that I inflict on her. As I started a good rhythm of two or three fast strikes on her upper butt she squirmed forward and moaned. I then struck her upper thighs twice and she moved back and her breasts sank as the pressure decreased on her nipple clamps.

We played a game of strike and move. I strike with short fast flicks and she moves as she moans. I flog her once and then run the leather fingers against her gently or I will find the same spot and deepen the impact. She is my toy and I like the noises my toy makes. I see that she likes to go forward and feel the Hitachi against her lips so I drive her backwards for a minute and then send her forward until she starts moaning in pleasure instead of pain.

We kept this up for several minutes and then I heard a knock on the door. I stepped away and allowed my slut to wonder what is happening. My slut lost herself in her own head as she can not tell what her master has in store for her. She wiggled an inch forward and tried to let the wand do its best.

I opened the door and gave Katie and Bob a quick hug. Katie’s eyes were predatory when she saw Nicky on the beam while Bob was trying to process what he was seeing. Nicky was a mess at this point, tears had started to come down her face in pain and frustration, sweat had slicked back the few stray strands of her not in her bun, and she was in obvious pain as her body contorted.

I closed the door and asked them to sit on the couch. They did. Katie had her hand on her husband’s cock and was playing with it absentmindedly. I resumed flogging Nicky and making her jump as I used a bit more force.

Katie pulled my elbow and asked if she could flog Nicky. How could I deny my pregnant lover her wish. Nicky and I had discussed pre-scene this scenario and she had consented if her safety was assured.

I untied the rope connecting her nipple rings to the beam and then I hand the flogger to Katie. Before she does anything, I put my hands into Nicky’s hands and squeeze three times. This is a non-verbal signal asking for her status.

“Green but approaching Yellow”

She is good. I used a grease crayon to draw impact zones on her ass and her thighs as I have not seen Katie flog someone before.

“Katie, my slut should be flogged. She likes the pain. I give you permission to flog her thighs and her ass”

Katie looked at her targets. She walked around the beam and stroked Nicky’s face with her fingers. And then an explosion of movement as one, two, three elbow powered strikes against the front of Nicole’s thighs. The first one was followed up too quickly for Nicole to react, but by the third one, she was jumping and crying out

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, mmmm, fuck…”

Katie took two more steps and delivered a few backhand blows to Nicky’s ass. She was smiling as she did so and then handed the flogger back to me and sashayed back to the couch. Bob was stroking his cock and looking at his wife in amazement.

I looked at my watch, three more minutes and we would be done.

Nicky was writhing in pain and in pleasure as she was building to an orgasm. She was panting now as she knew someone else other than her master had flogged her. We had never brought another into our play. The idea excited her when I broached it and the reality seemed to match her expectations.

I untied the front rope and straddled the beam myself and began a steady procession of slaps on Nicky’s breasts. She was crying in pain but moving forward against the Hitachi. I could see her getting close so I sped up the breast torture.

“Master, master, may slut cum?

While one hand pulled the slight bit of nipple that was not clamped, my other hand went to the back of her neck to force it down and then up as if she was nodding. I was giving her permission to cum.

She started to orgasm almost immediately…. Her body shook, her head rolled back and she was screaming incomprehensibly. I continued to pull on her tortured nipples throughout the orgasm. And then my watch beeped. Time was up.

I dismounted, and then took off Nicole’s ear muffs and blindfold. She looked at me with hunger in her eyes as she re-adjusted to light again. I stroked her face with the tips of my fingers and kissed her gently on her lips, on her nose, on her forehead.

“Good slut, you were very good slut… You made master very proud of you”

I held her for a minute and she leaned into me, using me as support as she had been on the beam for almost an hour now and the pain was overwhelming her.

“Master will get you down now, one more minute love, one more minute slut”

I quickly undid the carabiners holding her legs up. She gingerly stretched her legs and fought the cramps that had been forming in her powerful quads for the entire session. I helped her down off the beam and placed her on her knees in front of me. Once she had both feet on the floor, I ordered her to present herself to our guests by bending over and grab her ankles. She held that position for a minute and then I removed the butt plug she had in her for the entire time. I ordered her to her knees. My thumb stroked her forehead intimately.

“Slut, you pleased me. You came with permission and now you shall make master cum.”

She started to take my pants off of me and within in ten seconds, I had my pants and briefs around my ankle. She had seen Katie and Bob on the couch and looked up at me.

“Does slut need to service master’s friends as well?”

“No slut, but you are a considerate slut for asking.” I patted her on the head. And then I turned to the couch “Katie, please your husband. Slut make me cum before one of our guests cums”

I don’t think Katie was ready for my order. Nicky started to swirl her tongue around the tip of my cock. I know that if she usually wants to get me off quickly, one hand would be cup my balls and the other would be sliding on my cock but she was still cuffed so she only had her mouth. And she basically attacked me. By the time my cock was all the way in her mouth, Katie had gotten to her knees and Bob moved himself to the edge of the couch. I lost myself in pleasure as Nicky was pulling out every trick she knew to make me cum fast. A dozen rapid head bobs to slide my cock through her tight wet mouth and then she would barely have the tip of my cock in her as she flicked her tongue on the piss hole. She would swirl her tongue around the circumcision ridge, and then take me deep again.

She won. I came fairly quickly, shooting a load on her face and neck.

“Good slut.”

I knelt down, kissed her, held her tight before finding the handcuff keys in my pocket and uncuffed her. She wrapped her arms around me, pulling me into her body and we stayed like that for several minutes, creating a space where she could return to reality and I could shield her from coming down too hard. Sometime in the start of aftercare, Bob came and then they both tapped me on the shoulder as they left the apartment.

I fed Nicky chocolate. I made my lover drink Gatorade. I put a bag of frozen peas on her sore pussy. We crawled into my king sized bed and I engulfed her in my arms and stroked her hair.

We talked of the scene, we talked about the sensory minimization, we talked about sharing, we talked. I told Nicole that I was so turned on by her submission. She told me that the pain transformed herself after a while. We talked some more. Then we had dinner,drinks,snuggles, and anal before falling asleep.

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2 comments on “Her pony ride, [MF],[Soft swing],[sharing],[BDSM]

  1. huh, I never knew that BDSM is actually so formal. My FWB and I experiment with it every so often, but we never have such clear protocols set up before hand. Almost makes me wonder if we’re doing something wrong here or if we should be taking more precautions by instituting these rituals. We just have safe words.

    I love the intimacy though. It’s clear that you two in reality just adore each other.

    Anyway, super hot stuff.

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