Night Straddling Punishment Horse
“You are securely locked in position. Ready for your long horse ride?”
A beautiful woman, her regal posture, condescending tone of voice made submissive men melt in presence of Mistress Chevalet. Ordinary beautiful women have shapely thighs and lovely hips. Few have than eyes strip away confidence.
Under Mistress Chevalet’s gaze men fumble, feel small, blush with shame. Their instinct is to kneel. They become puppets responding to invisible strings of female power.
“Your work is satisfactory. But are you fun to play with?”
The scene: evening on the first Friday with a new male. Her latest acquisition.
An amiable man, for four days he happily cooked, cleaned – fulfilled every order, completed all tasks. Mistress Chevalet wants more than an efficient servant.
Food and drink sustain her body. Whimpers and moans – male suffering – feed her spirit.
Late Friday afternoon Mistress Chevalet took her male to the outbuilding dungeon.
She ordered him to straddle a thick heavy iron sawhorse. To each ankle she tied a weight. A small pillory locked hands above shoulders.
Mistress Chevalet smiled, somehow gloated without speaking. She looked radiantly happy.
“This is known as the punishment horse. You haven’t given me reason to punish you.”
She looked at his penis.
“Typical man. Facing hours of agony but your penis is hard. Of course, we’ve only started. You’ll feel different sixty minutes from now.”
She pinched his penis; watched him shudder.
“Soon you’ll forget your little lump of meat.”
Aroused, she inhaled deeply. She seemed inches taller. Mistress Chevalet became a Goddess.
“First the leg weights will seem to become heavier. Each minute the strain will magnify. You’ll tilt, resting one foot on the floor. But that only makes the other leg hurt more. You shift to the other side. Back and forth, back and forth – you cannot stop.”
She slapped his butt.
“The punishment horse’s sharp edge will cut into the space between your thighs, the perineum.”
Stabbed his buttocks with her fingernails.
“It will dig more deeply into your perineum every time you move.”
She licked an ear, whispering: Suffer for me.
“As your arms and shoulders weaken, pain will spread throughout your body. Joints, integuments, muscles – each and all will ache. You feel as if pain cannot increase. But it will.”
She kissed his gag.
“Desperate, you’ll try to scream. You want to yell. Beg for mercy. But the gag will keep you silent.”
Mistress Chevalet walks to the door.
“You will scream inside your mind. Shouting for me to come back. Pleading for release.”
She opened the door.
“I’m going to a party. I may come home about midnight. Or spend the night. Maybe even the weekend.”
The door closed.
Sitting alone on the punishment horse, the trapped slave realizes how uncomfortable he is. Becomes conscious of aches. Mistress Owner’s words distracted him.
Mistress Chevalet’s words replays in his mind. Her terrifying predictions keep repeating.
He also images her bragging to her Domme friends who much the slave she left at home must be suffering as drink and gossip. All the strange women laugh.
He trembles. Fear overcomes him. How many hours – oh, god, days? – will he sit trapped and suffering on the punishment horse?