I looked into her eyes, wondering why she was doing this to me. But I immediately realized she was giving me the bondage and pain that I craved. When she opened the closet door, it started to make sense. Oh f**k, what is that, I thought!
There was a wooden A shaped object sticking out about three feet from the back wall of the closet. I got a funny feeling in my stomach as I saw the thin, sharp edge running along the top. Similar torture devices were used in the Inquisition. I’d seen them on the computer.
‘This, my little pain-loving slut, is my version of a Spanish donkey. I’m sure you’ve read about them or maybe seen them on the internet when you searched for types of torture devices. And today, you’re going to ride it for a while. You do like to ride horses, don’t you?
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