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He left the room with me on the bed, returning a few minutes later with two kitchen chairs which he placed back to back. He very rarely lets me cum, and this time was no exception; the whole time he kept me just on the edge of orgasm. He tried to free himself from my grip, but I was squeezing his prick, milking it for all the pleasure I could get from him. The Jesuit Relations say that in , a man "was sentenced to make reparation, by the Civil authority, and to mount the Chevalet," and "a public blasphemer, was put on the Chevalet. This performance was carried on under the eyes of a guard with a loaded gun, and was kept up for several days; each ride lasting two hours each day unless the fellow fainted and fell off from pain and exhaustion. Leave that, please The crotch could be injured and the victim left unable to walk without pain. He put the choke-hold over my head and pulled it tight, and I felt the belt grip the skin on my neck. The only sensation I had was the warm pain of all the tiny bruises rubbing together sending tiny jolts of painful ecstasy through me like tiny orgasms each one building on the sensations of the lasts ones pleasure. As I had been trained at dance school some years before, this pain was something I was used to and I could stand there without too much of a problem. The mix of pain and pleasure was out of this world, and as my master shot his load into me, the throes of a blinding orgasm overtook my body. My master spent an hour getting me turned on, teasing my nipples and clit, pinching and biting me, always stopping before I could cum. I stood there for a moment, just feeling the edge of the chair back between my legs. He was built after the pattern of those used by carpenters. A punishment similar to this called " riding the rail " was used during the American colonial period and later. The strain on my legs was once again too much for me to tolerate, and I felt myself sinking, once again bruising another part of my delicate sex. I was moaning deeply with lust; I wrapped my legs high around his back, pulling him into me harder and forcing his shaft into me deeper and harder, causing little shocks as our sexes collided. As waves of pleasure began to sweep through me, lights flashed before my eyes. Then, as I watched, he taped the backs of the chairs together so that they formed a single rail. The pain and asphyxiation soon combined to have my head spinning, and I must have lost consciousness. The victim is made to straddle the triangular "horse. My master had tightened it to the extent that I could no longer breathe, and all my senses focused on staying alive. The first variation of the wooden horse is a triangular device with one end of the triangle pointing upward, mounted on a saw-horse like support. Then he pulled the noose and helped me to put my feet through the holes in the seats so I could stand on the books, with my legs straddling the chair backs. Cavalletto at the Inquisitor's Palace , in Birgu A wooden horse, Spanish donkey or cavaletto squarciapalle, is a torture device , of which there exist two variations; both inflict pain by using the subject's own weight by keeping the legs open, tied with ropes from above, while lowering down the subject. My Master watched with glee as I performed this perverted dance, knowing full well that with each fall of my body, another bruise would be formed for him to torment later. The leather gripped the soft skin of my neck once again. While the device was designed for women, there are accounts of male victims as well. I was about to scream as the tape pulled at my skin, but my Master pushed his hand over my mouth until I had calmed down from the shock. I looked at him as a wicked smile spread across his face; reaching up, he attached the other end of the noose to the hook in the ceiling and pulled it tight, locking it off with some sort of adjuster so that it was holding my head up. Riding pony sex torture



He very rarely lets me cum, and this time was no exception; the whole time he kept me just on the edge of orgasm. G, 8th MS Regiment [4] The History Channel documentary Eighty Acres of Hell describes a torture device, "the mule", on which Confederate prisoners were forced to ride until they passed out; many were crippled for life. My Master watched with glee as I performed this perverted dance, knowing full well that with each fall of my body, another bruise would be formed for him to torment later. The leather gripped the soft skin of my neck once again. The only sensation I had was the warm pain of all the tiny bruises rubbing together sending tiny jolts of painful ecstasy through me like tiny orgasms each one building on the sensations of the lasts ones pleasure. I looked at him as a wicked smile spread across his face; reaching up, he attached the other end of the noose to the hook in the ceiling and pulled it tight, locking it off with some sort of adjuster so that it was holding my head up. Then he pulled the noose and helped me to put my feet through the holes in the seats so I could stand on the books, with my legs straddling the chair backs. Jump to navigation Jump to search This article is about the punitive and sexual prop. I stood there for a moment, just feeling the edge of the chair back between my legs. I noticed that the back of the chairs came to just above my pussy; the biggest surprise came just a moment later. He left the room with me on the bed, returning a few minutes later with two kitchen chairs which he placed back to back.

Riding pony sex torture



I wanted a release from the torment, but I knew it was not to be. I must have passed out with a mixture of pleasure and pain that truly needs to be experienced to know of its pleasure. A punishment similar to this called " riding the rail " was used during the American colonial period and later. He looked up at me and stopped what he was doing and walked over to me. When the other leg got the same slap, I spread my body weight between both points. That was one mule that did the worst standing stock still. He was about fifteen feet high; the legs were nailed to the scantling so one of the sharp edges was turned up, which made it very painful and uncomfortable to the poor fellow especially when he had to be ridden bareback, sometimes with heavy weights fastened to his feet and sometimes with a large beef bone in each hand. My master had tightened it to the extent that I could no longer breathe, and all my senses focused on staying alive. The Jesuit Relations say that in , a man "was sentenced to make reparation, by the Civil authority, and to mount the Chevalet," and "a public blasphemer, was put on the Chevalet. He left the room with me on the bed, returning a few minutes later with two kitchen chairs which he placed back to back. Jump to navigation Jump to search This article is about the punitive and sexual prop. Cavalletto at the Inquisitor's Palace , in Birgu A wooden horse, Spanish donkey or cavaletto squarciapalle, is a torture device , of which there exist two variations; both inflict pain by using the subject's own weight by keeping the legs open, tied with ropes from above, while lowering down the subject. As waves of pleasure began to sweep through me, lights flashed before my eyes. My Master watched with glee as I performed this perverted dance, knowing full well that with each fall of my body, another bruise would be formed for him to torment later.



































Riding pony sex torture



For the hollow wooden horse used in the legendary siege of Troy, see Trojan Horse. I was moaning deeply with lust; I wrapped my legs high around his back, pulling him into me harder and forcing his shaft into me deeper and harder, causing little shocks as our sexes collided. I noticed that the back of the chairs came to just above my pussy; the biggest surprise came just a moment later. Then he pulled the noose and helped me to put my feet through the holes in the seats so I could stand on the books, with my legs straddling the chair backs. It seemed strange, an experience unlike any other I'd ever had, but I am always willing to try anything once. I began to feel the strain in my leg muscles at about eight minutes. He took a piece of tape and placed it over my mouth, and wound more tape around my wrists, behind my back. The crotch could be injured and the victim left unable to walk without pain. The Jesuit Relations say that in , a man "was sentenced to make reparation, by the Civil authority, and to mount the Chevalet," and "a public blasphemer, was put on the Chevalet. The victim was often carried through town in this predicament, often in conjunction with the punishment of tarring and feathering. That was one mule that did the worst standing stock still. My stance became steadily shakier as each second ticked past and I could feel the belt around my neck tighten as my toes gave way to the strain. The victim is made to straddle the triangular "horse. I am going to remove the books you are standing on, and then what happens next is up to you. The only sensation I had was the warm pain of all the tiny bruises rubbing together sending tiny jolts of painful ecstasy through me like tiny orgasms each one building on the sensations of the lasts ones pleasure. As waves of pleasure began to sweep through me, lights flashed before my eyes. He looked up at me and stopped what he was doing and walked over to me. Then, as I watched, he taped the backs of the chairs together so that they formed a single rail. I must have passed out with a mixture of pleasure and pain that truly needs to be experienced to know of its pleasure. While the device was designed for women, there are accounts of male victims as well.

I noticed that the back of the chairs came to just above my pussy; the biggest surprise came just a moment later. He got two books and placed them under the chairs. The Jesuit Relations say that in , a man "was sentenced to make reparation, by the Civil authority, and to mount the Chevalet," and "a public blasphemer, was put on the Chevalet. At this point I think I surprised my Master as I was standing on the very tips of my toes. I was moaning deeply with lust; I wrapped my legs high around his back, pulling him into me harder and forcing his shaft into me deeper and harder, causing little shocks as our sexes collided. Then he pulled the noose and helped me to put my feet through the holes in the seats so I could stand on the books, with my legs straddling the chair backs. My master spent an hour getting me turned on, teasing my nipples and clit, pinching and biting me, always stopping before I could cum. He then took one end of the tape that was covering my mouth and pulled it off in one decisive jerk. I knew he was taking his pleasure and this was not meant to pleasure me, but it did. I have read over the years about torture of women on devices called wooden horses, but never thought I would have the chance to ride one in my own bedroom. While the device was designed for women, there are accounts of male victims as well. The pain and asphyxiation soon combined to have my head spinning, and I must have lost consciousness. He produced a thick leather belt; it had no buckle, just a loop so that the strap could pass freely through, forming a leather noose. My stance became steadily shakier as each second ticked past and I could feel the belt around my neck tighten as my toes gave way to the strain. I wanted a release from the torment, but I knew it was not to be. I began to feel the strain in my leg muscles at about eight minutes. A searing pain shot up through my pussy as all my weight was being suspended on the single inch of support afforded by the chair backs, and I instantly got onto my points again. Riding pony sex torture



I must have passed out with a mixture of pleasure and pain that truly needs to be experienced to know of its pleasure. When the other leg got the same slap, I spread my body weight between both points. My Master watched with glee as I performed this perverted dance, knowing full well that with each fall of my body, another bruise would be formed for him to torment later. I looked at him as a wicked smile spread across his face; reaching up, he attached the other end of the noose to the hook in the ceiling and pulled it tight, locking it off with some sort of adjuster so that it was holding my head up. The crotch could be injured and the victim left unable to walk without pain. Then a second blow fell on my tender lips, this time harder than the first, then three more in quick succession sent my head reeling; this time it was a sensation of losing consciousness that made me realize that the leather strap that had been hooked to the ceiling was still around my neck. Then, as I watched, he taped the backs of the chairs together so that they formed a single rail. As I had been trained at dance school some years before, this pain was something I was used to and I could stand there without too much of a problem. For the film, see The Wooden Horse. I tried to control my descent as my body sank onto ridge of the chairs, forcing my legs apart and putting the weight of my body on my sex. As waves of pleasure began to sweep through me, lights flashed before my eyes. Finally he pulled away; I tried to hug him, but his wrath was swift. I looked at him, not sure what he wanted me to do, and my hesitation got me a towel slap across my ass that sent a stinging shock through my body. He put the choke-hold over my head and pulled it tight, and I felt the belt grip the skin on my neck. The strain on my legs was once again too much for me to tolerate, and I felt myself sinking, once again bruising another part of my delicate sex. At this point I think I surprised my Master as I was standing on the very tips of my toes. It seemed strange, an experience unlike any other I'd ever had, but I am always willing to try anything once. He produced a thick leather belt; it had no buckle, just a loop so that the strap could pass freely through, forming a leather noose. For the vault apparatus used in gymnastics, see Vault gymnastics. This performance was carried on under the eyes of a guard with a loaded gun, and was kept up for several days; each ride lasting two hours each day unless the fellow fainted and fell off from pain and exhaustion. Leave that, please He very rarely lets me cum, and this time was no exception; the whole time he kept me just on the edge of orgasm. I knew he was taking his pleasure and this was not meant to pleasure me, but it did. I stood there for a moment, just feeling the edge of the chair back between my legs. The leather gripped the soft skin of my neck once again. While the device was designed for women, there are accounts of male victims as well. G, 8th MS Regiment [4] The History Channel documentary Eighty Acres of Hell describes a torture device, "the mule", on which Confederate prisoners were forced to ride until they passed out; many were crippled for life. I am going to remove the books you are standing on, and then what happens next is up to you.

Riding pony sex torture



Finally he pulled away; I tried to hug him, but his wrath was swift. The mix of pain and pleasure was out of this world, and as my master shot his load into me, the throes of a blinding orgasm overtook my body. He produced a thick leather belt; it had no buckle, just a loop so that the strap could pass freely through, forming a leather noose. Very few were able to walk after this hellish Yankee torture but had to be supported to their barracks. I knew he was taking his pleasure and this was not meant to pleasure me, but it did. His hand came crashing down onto my swollen sex, sending an excruciating wave of painful pleasure through my pubis and radiating outward. A punishment similar to this called " riding the rail " was used during the American colonial period and later. As waves of pleasure began to sweep through me, lights flashed before my eyes. This performance was carried on under the eyes of a guard with a loaded gun, and was kept up for several days; each ride lasting two hours each day unless the fellow fainted and fell off from pain and exhaustion. He got two books and placed them under the chairs. Cavalletto at the Inquisitor's Palace , in Birgu A wooden horse, Spanish donkey or cavaletto squarciapalle, is a torture device , of which there exist two variations; both inflict pain by using the subject's own weight by keeping the legs open, tied with ropes from above, while lowering down the subject. Leave that, please For the vault apparatus used in gymnastics, see Vault gymnastics. The only sensation I had was the warm pain of all the tiny bruises rubbing together sending tiny jolts of painful ecstasy through me like tiny orgasms each one building on the sensations of the lasts ones pleasure. At this point I think I surprised my Master as I was standing on the very tips of my toes. The victim was often carried through town in this predicament, often in conjunction with the punishment of tarring and feathering. The strain on my legs was once again too much for me to tolerate, and I felt myself sinking, once again bruising another part of my delicate sex. I have read over the years about torture of women on devices called wooden horses, but never thought I would have the chance to ride one in my own bedroom. He was about fifteen feet high; the legs were nailed to the scantling so one of the sharp edges was turned up, which made it very painful and uncomfortable to the poor fellow especially when he had to be ridden bareback, sometimes with heavy weights fastened to his feet and sometimes with a large beef bone in each hand. The pain and asphyxiation soon combined to have my head spinning, and I must have lost consciousness.

Riding pony sex torture



The first variation of the wooden horse is a triangular device with one end of the triangle pointing upward, mounted on a saw-horse like support. I was about to scream as the tape pulled at my skin, but my Master pushed his hand over my mouth until I had calmed down from the shock. He then returned to the chairs and removed the seat pads, then got me to stand next to the chairs. He got two books and placed them under the chairs. Leave that, please He very rarely lets me cum, and this time was no exception; the whole time he kept me just on the edge of orgasm. A punishment similar to this called " riding the rail " was used during the American colonial period and later. He was about fifteen feet high; the legs were nailed to the scantling so one of the sharp edges was turned up, which made it very painful and uncomfortable to the poor fellow especially when he had to be ridden bareback, sometimes with heavy weights fastened to his feet and sometimes with a large beef bone in each hand. Finally he pulled away; I tried to hug him, but his wrath was swift. That was one mule that did the worst standing stock still. The victim is made to straddle the triangular "horse. I must have passed out with a mixture of pleasure and pain that truly needs to be experienced to know of its pleasure. I began to feel the strain in my leg muscles at about eight minutes. The pain and asphyxiation soon combined to have my head spinning, and I must have lost consciousness. When the other leg got the same slap, I spread my body weight between both points. The victim was often carried through town in this predicament, often in conjunction with the punishment of tarring and feathering. The only sensation I had was the warm pain of all the tiny bruises rubbing together sending tiny jolts of painful ecstasy through me like tiny orgasms each one building on the sensations of the lasts ones pleasure. It seemed strange, an experience unlike any other I'd ever had, but I am always willing to try anything once. Jump to navigation Jump to search This article is about the punitive and sexual prop. The crotch could be injured and the victim left unable to walk without pain.

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