Two months ago my girlfriend, Kate, and I were playing a sex board game. On one of the turns I got to tie her up and kiss her wherever I wanted. We had never done anything like this before but became very turned on by bondage after that night, especially Kate. We started practicing with bondage and blindfolds. We progressed to ice cubes, tickling, close pins, and candle wax. Kate loves the anticipation of what is coming next, struggling against her binds, and trying to endure what I have in store for her. She has discovered she has a masochistic side to her, and I love to watch her squirm. A month ago we tried spanking, and then notched up the intensity by using paddles. Her paddling wants have become a bit more severe than I care to give. We talked about it and her need for something more severe, and my reluctance to inflict something more severe on her. After that discussion I understood more where she was coming from and agreed to try to think up something more sever with her. She told me she trusted me and wanted me to think up something by myself to put her through and test her. I was then suppose to call her in the morning at work and tell her her test was ready. I was not to tell her what it was so she could think about it all day long. She also wanted it severe enough so that it would cross the line a bit to where she would regret it.
I started looking up BDSM web sites the next day. I could only spend a few minutes each day because I was extremely busy that week. Nothing seemed right and I saw a lot of things that actually turned me off. I was about ready to give up on the fifth day because I wasn't having any luck and Kate and I hadn't discussed it since that night. I then discovered a web site called CatholicGuilt. It described a device called “The Wooden Pony” and I knew right then that that was what I was looking for. The more I read about it the more I was hooked. I spent the next few days on the internet doing searches on the Wooden Pony and finding out all I could about the rides and variations of it.
Early Wednesday morning I called Kate her office. She was suppose to come over to my place that night for dinner.
Me: Are we still on tonight?
Kate: Yeah, not much going on her today so I should be at your place
early.
Me: That's very very VERY good Kate.
Kate: Huh? Why did you say that?
Me: Because your test is ready.
Kate: What? What test?
Me: Remember what we talked about last week?
Kate: ........... uh..yeah.
Me: Well I've thought of something.
Kate: What is it?
Me: (laughing)...that's not the deal Kate?
Kate: Come on!
-after a brief pause.-
Me: Are you still interested?
Kate: Maybe.
Me: What do you mean MAYBE? Its exactly what you want.
Kate: Really? (I could tell she was intrigued)
Me: Yes!
Kate: I'll think about it.
Me: There's nothing to think about!
Kate: .......Oh my God!....(nervous laugh)... OH MY GOD!... Yes, yes,
I'll be there after work.
Me: Good!
Early that afternoon I decide to make the wooden pony. Since I'm a welder I decided to make the pony out of metal. I am good at keeping things simple and quickly constructed two sturdy bases with adjustable heights. For the riding surface I decided to use a 4' metal pole with the diameter of 1".
Kate showed up for dinner later that day. She walked in my house very carefully with a strange grin on her face. I played along and grinned back at her. Nothing was said about the test until half way through dinner.
Kate: Please, you have to tell me! What did you think of.
Me: You'll only find out if you go through with it.
Kate: (laughing) You bastard.
After dinner
Me: Are you ready?
Kate: Maybe.
Me: Well come with me anyways.
I could tell she was nervous as I led her down to the basement. My basement is finished with a spare bedroom and a TV room with a gas fireplace. I led her into the bedroom and began to undress her. I told her I would give her a massage first to help her relax. I had warmed some oil and spread it over her body as I massaged her. I gave her a full body massage but spent a lot of time massaging her calf muscles.
Kate: Why are you spending so much time on my calves?
Me: No reason. (I lied.)
We talked a bit. She kept trying to get me to tell her about the test. All I told her is that is would last an hour.
After the massage we sat on the edge of the bed.
Me: Are you ready?
Kate: I'm nervous.
Me: I know ...but you like being this kind of nervous, don't you?
Kate: (smiles) yes.
I reached under the bed and grabbed the wrist straps we usually use.
Me: (seriously) Kate, you know once these go on there is no turning back
Kate: (shakes her head yes...and thinks)..... Am I really going to regret
this?
Me: Definitely a little bit.
Kate: (A slight grin).. Oh.
Me: Now offer me your wrists.
Kate: (pauses..bites her lip.. and extends her arms a
moment before quickly crossing her arms across her chest...takes very quick
breaths.. closes her eyes and quickly extends her arm out again)
I quickly get the straps around her wrists and cinch them tight. I pull on them and lead her out to the other room.
Kate: I thought we were staying in here.
Me: You thought wrong.
I lead her to the spot underneath where I have removed a panel from the false ceiling. There are two eye bolts in the main floor supports that I secure the other ends of the straps to. Her wrists are about six inches above her head. Kate is nervously looking around wondering what is going to happen next. I secure straps around each ankle and cinch them tight. I then move the couch to her right side and the loveseat to her left side and secure the ankle straps to the legs of the couch and loveseat. Her legs are spread, feet a little past shoulder width apart, and she is unable to close her legs.
I go to the closet and get the first base. As I set it in front of her she studies it carefully. I then get the second base and set it behind her. She tries to look back and figure out what it is for. I am amazed she has been so quiet. I go to the drawer of an end table and get a ball gag. We have never used one before, but I hold it up in front of her face. She looks concerned. Without the ball gag I know she will be begging me to release her, and I don't want to deal with that. With the ball gag problem solve.
Me: Here, I want you to wear this.
Kate: What for?
Me: Its for the best, Kate.
It has a strong elastic headband and I put it on her, but she refuses to open her mouth and accept it. I look at her very intensely and tell her to open up. She finally does and the ball pops in. I test it by giving her a very firm slap on the ass....just a muffled “umpf!”
I go back to the closet and get the pole. I move it between her legs and secure each end to the bases. The height of the pole is only slightly above her knees. She still hasn't a clue of what's about to happen. When I start adjusting the height I think she begins to get the idea but doesn't yet appreciate what it means. The pole goes up against her pussy but not enough so that she goes up on her tip toes. I keep raising the height and the pressure increases, finally the heels of her feet rise. A few more inches and she is completely on her tip toes. I tell her to look at the clock on the wall and in 1 hour she will be released. I flip the switch to the fireplace turn up the temp and dim the rest of the lights. I run upstairs to make a drink and then go back down. I take a seat in a chair about 10 ft in front of her and watch the show.
I think Kate has a very nice firm body. She is 30 years old. What attracted me the most to Kate is her absolutely perfect complection and flawless skin. I'm reminded of that as I watch her now. Her oiled skin from the massage glistens from the fireplace. I think she has begun to test bearing her weight on her pussy. I'm sure she only tested a fraction of her weight before it became to painful. Little does she know that soon she will have no choice but to bear almost all her weight on her pussy. For right now, she is high up on her tip toes but beads of sweat have begun to form on her body. I look at the clock and 7 minutes have passed. At 10 minutes her legs are shaking, her breathing is heavy, and she is struggling to stay up. At 12 minutes her legs are done. I see them relax and she seems to be holding herself up with her arms. Even so, her pussy must be bearing some of her weight because she is making sounds behind the gag. She struggles to hold herself up by her arms longer than I thought she would be able. As her arms finally relax I see her raise up on her tip toes. They got the rest they needed but it won't be near enough. She's been at it 14 minutes. She's looking at me with pleading eyes and shaking her head. She knows its just a couple of minutes before her legs are done again and her arms will be responsible for holding her up. Unfortunately her arms won't have enough in them to give here legs the rest they need. At 17 minutes her legs quit on her and it is up to her arms again. Ever since the 10 minute mark her pussy has had to bear more and more weight, but nothing like it soon will when both arms and legs fail. Her arms have taken her to the 19 minute mark but no further. She has no choice but to force her legs to keep her up and her calves are on fire. She is breathing hard, almost frantic because she knows I won't release her. Up to now most her weight has been held up by her legs and arms, and the pain from her pussy has been incredible with just the little amount of weight it has had to bear. She wonders what it will be like when her pussy bears all of it. The thought of it makes her fight even harder. At 21 minutes her arms and legs equally bear her weight and neither arms or legs have much left in them. At 22 minutes arms and legs are almost useless, she can't hold herself up any longer and closes her eyes and waits for the pain as her arms and legs relax. Her cry is muffled through the gag as the pain she experiences is more than she expected. Her arms and legs still have something left as they hold her up. She still has some fight left. At 24 minutes she is shaking and the sweat is dripping off of her but once again has to lower herself down. The pain is even worse this time and still she tries to get up. But not this time. This time there is nothing left. Why the fuck did she ever agree to this. At 26 minutes the pain is unbearable. Her arms and legs have had 2 minutes rest so she's able to rise up once more but this time it won't be for more than a minute. She's back down screaming through her gag. Tears fill her eyes. At 30 minutes she barely raises up for more than a few seconds and then its back down. She knows she not getting back up as she sobs and her head drops down. At 35 minutes she is quiet, hanging by her arms limp.
I'm sure she is at the point of regretting, probably was at that point half way through it. I know I told her an hour but what is the point? She has no more fight left. I wipe the tears from my eyes caused by the beauty of her fight. At 36 minutes I get up and release her.