Jodie's Slaves Part Two - Sex Stories

Jodie's Slaves Part Two

... the wedge. It felt like an eternity that she lowered me, but it could not have been that long. We didn’t have that much time. I held on to that thought. Our time was short. Whatever was going to happen could not take too long.

The wood of the modified horse scraped against my pussy. My breath caught on a gasp.

“Breathe, slut! Hyperventilation will not save you!” She ordered. I was somehow reassured. She was paying very close attention to every move and sound I made. There was no chance she would not notice true distress. She had noticed I was squeezing my legs to keep me from sliding down all the way. I breathed and felt her fingers, covered in slick new vinyl, part my pussy lips. Obediently, I became wet for her, but she was not trying to arouse me, I soon realized. She was making sure the wood of the wedge made clean contact with my clit!. I was lowered a fraction more. Now the wood was pressed against me from clit to vaginal opening.

“Move your hips, Toy! Rub yourself on the horse!” Mistress Jodi ordered. I was bound very tightly, but had the slightest wiggle room. I took advantage of it, tilting my hips as much as I was able. The sanded wood rubbed against me and I moaned softly. I was lowered more and the pressure of the horse stopped all movement, but between my ever tiring legs and pulley my weight was still supported. It did not hurt...yet.

Jodi was enjoying the fear and excitement in my eyes with a sadistic smile.

“ Toy that is so hot to see you ...

... wanting to get yourself off despite the pain you know is to come. Now I want more. I want tears that I can lick off that slutty face as you whimper and cry and then maybe, if you scream for me, I will let you ride the fuck pony”

Then she took a moment to get the same weighted nipple clamps I had suffered on Topaz and put them on my stiff swelled nipples and flicked them to make them swing as she looked for the pain in my eyes.

Jodi

The weighted clamps hurt, but nowhere near as badly as she was going to be hurting, soon. Her little panic attack earlier had pissed me off a little, but I guess it was to be expected. I hadn’t had to take her down so I guess I can forgive it. I lowered her a bit more. Now she was feeling it! Her whole body tensed and mine did too, anticipating her reactions. This one second before our little tableau was complete was such an exciting moment! I just had to savor it a little bit.

Barb’s body relaxed a little. I had waited long enough for her to think the worst was over. I captured her eyes, staring into their depths with a cruel smile as I lowered her the rest of the way. She screamed and I almost came right then and there...almost. I tied off the rope and leaned against a nearby pillar, spreading my legs wide as I watched my prey struggling with her bonds until she realized that that intensified the pain she was feeling.

She went still, begging me with her eyes to stop the torture, stop the pain. I kept my face blank and slid my hand down ...