You will then be remounted on the wooden horse. During this period I will amuse myself with various penetrative torments upon your person. You will be removed from the torment, and allowed time to recover. You will then be placed upon the wooden horse for an extended length of time, with your nipples clamped, and your feet weighted, until I feel you have suffered sufficiently. You will arrive as usual, naked on my doorstep. Your assignment dearheart, should you come to me, will be both painful and difficult. The one my best friend, lover, and first mistress submitted. So last Saturday I was parked outside Kari’s apartment, about to submit to one of the most horrendous torments I’d ever experienced. And according to Michael and Kari, I had to do all of them. Through some clever manipulation and a rather skewed viewing of the rules, four different assignments won first and second place. In any event, I asked for all of my favorite doms and dommes to submit assignments for me, and then the readers voted on which two would be the ones I did. I’d have to check, but I think it was around then.
A WOMAN RIDES A WOODEN HORSE DURING BDSM PLAY FULL
I’ve been writing for Michael’s Blog for over a full year now, though I admit I’ve know Michael since like 2005. But that’s what I was doing Saturday morning to celebrate my one year anniversary. With people driving by every few minutes, all while you’re in the process of taking off your jeans, unbuckling everything, and then slowly extracting two dildos, while trying not to sexually excite yourself into orgasm… well… there are easier things to do. Doing it while sitting in your car, in an apartment parking lot at seven fifty in the morning is not something either easy, or that much fun.
Taking off my chastity belt is not exactly the most pleasant thing to do, especially if I’ve been wearing it for almost twenty-four hours straight. Please bear in mind that I was younger, dumber, and less experienced than I am now. I wrote like I speak, which is a horrible way to go about it. My selection of adjectives left readers wanting, and we don’t even need to start with all the prepositional phrases and poorly selected transitional starts to each sentence. Back then I wasn’t a very good writer by any standard. Due to popular demand, Michael asked me to “clean up” a story that I wrote over eight years ago called “Riding the Wooden Horse.” Admittedly, this was a great opportunity.
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