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for Evi’s use. Heavy steel D-rings had been attached to the front and back ends and at even intervals on both sides so that one’s lover could be immobilized for maximum effect.
Evi explained that the spanking horse was one of his many pieces of erotic furniture. However, it was the only one that he had specifically ordered to be made mobile. Its size and mobility allowed him to use his favorite prop in various places in the manor, unlike the larger racks and tables closeted away in a room across the house.
Celia lay facedown on the horse, her leather-cuffed hands attached to the front D-ring and her ankles in leather shackles attached to the knee rests on either side. A rubber ring gag held her mouth open wide but left her with a rudimentary ability to speak.
Resting her cheek on a small white towel, Celia anxiously eyed Evi’s lissome tread as he circled her, obviously reveling in the sight of her exposed body. He moved like a feral cat, his stride reminding her of a prowling beast stalking its prey.
He had already explained the rules of the game to her again, namely that she wasn’t allowed to move, orgasm or speak unless she needed to use the safe word or was asked a direct question. He was giving her another chance to prove herself, and any infraction of either rule would result in increasingly more painful punishments.
As if testing her, Evi left her in that position for half an hour while he lounged in his Chesterfield, sipping cognac and watching her. The minutes ticked on, and Celia gained a smug sense of satisfaction from her ability to withstand making any sounds or movements. She was just stubborn enough to endure pain to prove that she could outlast his punishments.
Seeming to lose interest in waiting, Evi drained his snifter and rose from his chair. She watched as he entered the closet and then rolled out a metal tray similar to those found in hospitals, strategically placing it in front of her. He laid a white towel on the shiny surface and then began retrieving devious implements from the closet.
Celia warily eyed the arsenal of toys on display. There was a red suede flogger, a plain wooden ruler, a bundle of rattan canes, a thin schoolmaster’s cane, a black-handled Wartenberg wheel, wooden clothespins clipped to a black ribbon, a purple vibrator, two anal plugs of varying widths, a black egg-shaped vibe and an industrial-sized bottle of water-based lube. She couldn’t quite figure out how the string of connected black carabiners fit in with the rest of the items.
Swallowing nervously, she wondered which of those devices would be used on her.
She didn’t have to wait to find out.
“I’m giving you permission to make small movements but absolutely no noise. Do you understand?”
She gave a tiny nod, watching apprehensively as he picked up the connected carabiners and clipped one end to the front D-ring to which her wrists were cuffed. Unlatching her leather wrist cuffs, he hooked them both to the opposite end of the carabiner string. This provided enough length for her to sit up slightly, and he immediately instructed her to do so. Rising to her elbows, she used her arms to support her upper body.
Although enjoying her new position, she cautiously regarded Evi as he pried two clothespins from the ribbon. He palmed her right breast, purposefully brushing his fingertips against the inflamed marks left behind from their wax play. Tugging her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, he placed a clothespin on the mocha skin, carefully applying it to the areola.
She gasped when she felt the bite of the clothespin, and he made a tsking sound before smacking her right ass cheek with his flat palm. This time she made no noise but did flex her calves as the stinging sensation spread.
At a torturously languid pace, Evi applied a clothespin to her left nipple and then moved around her body, randomly clamping bits of her flesh between the coarse pads of the clothespins. They clung to the skin between
Evi explained that the spanking horse was one of his many pieces of erotic furniture. However, it was the only one that he had specifically ordered to be made mobile. Its size and mobility allowed him to use his favorite prop in various places in the manor, unlike the larger racks and tables closeted away in a room across the house.
Celia lay facedown on the horse, her leather-cuffed hands attached to the front D-ring and her ankles in leather shackles attached to the knee rests on either side. A rubber ring gag held her mouth open wide but left her with a rudimentary ability to speak.
Resting her cheek on a small white towel, Celia anxiously eyed Evi’s lissome tread as he circled her, obviously reveling in the sight of her exposed body. He moved like a feral cat, his stride reminding her of a prowling beast stalking its prey.
He had already explained the rules of the game to her again, namely that she wasn’t allowed to move, orgasm or speak unless she needed to use the safe word or was asked a direct question. He was giving her another chance to prove herself, and any infraction of either rule would result in increasingly more painful punishments.
As if testing her, Evi left her in that position for half an hour while he lounged in his Chesterfield, sipping cognac and watching her. The minutes ticked on, and Celia gained a smug sense of satisfaction from her ability to withstand making any sounds or movements. She was just stubborn enough to endure pain to prove that she could outlast his punishments.
Seeming to lose interest in waiting, Evi drained his snifter and rose from his chair. She watched as he entered the closet and then rolled out a metal tray similar to those found in hospitals, strategically placing it in front of her. He laid a white towel on the shiny surface and then began retrieving devious implements from the closet.
Celia warily eyed the arsenal of toys on display. There was a red suede flogger, a plain wooden ruler, a bundle of rattan canes, a thin schoolmaster’s cane, a black-handled Wartenberg wheel, wooden clothespins clipped to a black ribbon, a purple vibrator, two anal plugs of varying widths, a black egg-shaped vibe and an industrial-sized bottle of water-based lube. She couldn’t quite figure out how the string of connected black carabiners fit in with the rest of the items.
Swallowing nervously, she wondered which of those devices would be used on her.
She didn’t have to wait to find out.
“I’m giving you permission to make small movements but absolutely no noise. Do you understand?”
She gave a tiny nod, watching apprehensively as he picked up the connected carabiners and clipped one end to the front D-ring to which her wrists were cuffed. Unlatching her leather wrist cuffs, he hooked them both to the opposite end of the carabiner string. This provided enough length for her to sit up slightly, and he immediately instructed her to do so. Rising to her elbows, she used her arms to support her upper body.
Although enjoying her new position, she cautiously regarded Evi as he pried two clothespins from the ribbon. He palmed her right breast, purposefully brushing his fingertips against the inflamed marks left behind from their wax play. Tugging her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, he placed a clothespin on the mocha skin, carefully applying it to the areola.
She gasped when she felt the bite of the clothespin, and he made a tsking sound before smacking her right ass cheek with his flat palm. This time she made no noise but did flex her calves as the stinging sensation spread.
At a torturously languid pace, Evi applied a clothespin to her left nipple and then moved around her body, randomly clamping bits of her flesh between the coarse pads of the clothespins. They clung to the skin between
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