Chapter Ten
Riding the Horse
Damn good thing this thing was padded.
Not by much — just a tacked-on leather cover — but with everything else in store tonight, Don could do without any slivers or splinters. He lay atop — and now partially within — a curious wooden contraption, accepting the last of his necessary attachments before the beginning of the upcoming session.
Already his inner condition had zoomed past humiliation and discomfort and into a gradually increasing level of pain. Yet despite this fact (and the exciting, delicious trepidation of what still lay ahead), he waited in complete docility while the Lady O finished working on his already aching-hard c**k.
As usual she had everything firmly under control. The custom built whipping-horse-torture-bench was elaborately made, wi
