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Wooden Horse Torture Stories
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Original title: Dan Oniroku: Shôjo mokuba-zeme
So, it's called The Girl and Wooden Horse Torture. Meh, that name kinda stinks since the Wooden Horse is barely in it. How about The Girl Who Cried Rope! Talking about a nightmare film for someone suffering from Merinthophobia. Without subs it's obviously kinda tough to know exactly what's going on, but I can tell you what I got out of the story. It revolves around a young female student who's going cuckoo over cuckoo bondage fantasies. The story revolves around her and her teacher who have this taboo relationship where desires are exploding all over the place. People are being set-up, giving in to desires, blood on undies, and of course the main star of the film, rope. The flick at a little over an hour was a good film filled with some simple ideas based pretty much around desire, hesitations and probably a bunch of other stuff. With tons of bondage and boobage the film definitely keeps the viewer enticed. And with a story that's also kinda interesting the film moves at a nice pace. If only the film had subs, it may have been even more interesting. Especially the ending where I didn't know if it was an act of kindness or an act of...haha, you'll see. If you're into pinku flicks, stories with bondage, and Japanese girls who moan at the slightest touch, I'd highly recommend you check this flick out. And if you're anything like me you'll also get a good amount of laughs out of it as well.
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Master had some doms-in-training over for a weekend teaching session. I, of course, was the primary visual aid during the lessons.
First Master had me demonstrate all the positions for them. He explained the importance of paying attention to detail, such as where the subs’ eyes should be focused and whether the mouth should be opened or closed. One trainee asked about using a ruler to measure how wide my feet should be and so forth. Master loved the idea and said he would add it to my repitoire. To reward the trainee, she (go-figure) was allowed to spank me first during the next lesson.
For the next lesson, Master taught the usage of various spanking implements. Each trainee observed Master using his hand, the paddle, whip, crop, cane, belt, hairbrush, and tawse on my pussy, ass, thighs, back, and tits. Each trainee was then allowed to give me 2 strokes with each on my ass, cunt, and tits. Master corrected their technique throughout and suggested ways to make it more effective (read painful). He also suggested using the spanking as a time to degrade the sub by calling her names and telling her how fat, ugly, and worthless she is.
He then had a competition between the trainees to come up with the best idea for sub-spanking-positions. Each trainee had me assume their position and receive 5 strokes. The winner had me kneeling on the bathroom floor naked, facing the bathtub that was filled with cold water. My arms were tied behind me and my knees were tied and stretched 2 feet apart. I was told to bend my upper body and put my head in the water and hold my breath until after I received the first stroke of the cane; I could then come up for air and count the stroke. I then had to re-submerge myself into the cold water and await the next stroke. Master liked the added anticipation from holding my breath before the stroke and the torment of not knowing how long I’d have to go without air. The winner was allowed to give me an extra 10 strokes as a reward for his creativity.
Master then gave a lesson on clamps. Each trainee learned how to attach clamps and clothespins to my nipples and cunt (labia and clit). He demonstrated the different types of clamps, had me explain which hurt the most, and how to add weights. He noted that removing a clamp and then reattaching it in the same spot could increase the pain remarkably. My entire body was aching before this lesson was over. As a final demonstration of clamping, Master put extra tight clamps on my nipples and clit. Every 10 minutes, one f the trainees removed the clamps, spanked my ass for 1 minute, then reattached the clamps. This lasted for 2 hours. Meanwhile, Master lectured on my increasing suffering, crying, and begging for mercy. He explained this was a very effective technique for getting a slave to reconsider doing something she didn’t want to do, as the increasing pain in nipples and clit was a strong motivator for compliance. At the end of the 2 hours, I was offering to do anything to escape the clamps.
As I was already sore, Master decided a ride on the wooden pony was a good next lesson. He explained that moving from the tortured area to another was much kinder than switching to a different torture method on the already hurting area. On the wooden horse, Master showed the use of weights for added pain. He also demonstrated different techniques for forcing me to lean forward and causing greater pain to my already sore clit. I immediately begged him to end this part of the lesson. Master’s trainees were impressed. One tried to show off by suggesting that y clit be granted a reprieve only if it meant a longer overall ride on the pony. Master agreed and told me I could either spend 30 minutes leaning on my clit or 2 hours riding upright. I opted for the later. Master allowed the show off to add several more pounds of weight hanging from my feet and made me thank the show off as he did so.
As I suffered the next 2 hours on the horse, Master demonstrated various other tools such as the nose hook, different gags, and the violet wand. He had me describe the pain in my cunt periodically so the trainees would understand the gradual increase in pain. He was most pleased when I began to cry. He put in a gag while explaining that as a slave I had no right to complain and sometimes it was just easier not to have to listen to it. To emphasize his point on maximizing pain, Master allowed one trainee to whip my aching cunt with the crop 20 times after I was released from the pony.
As it was already late, Master ad me eat dinner off the floor and get ready for bed. I was to spend the night trying to sleep in my small metal cage in the basement. As usual, I had to wear my large butt plug and nothing else.
In the morning, one of the trainees led me outside on my leash to relieve myself in the backyard. Another one then hosed my down in lieu of an actual shower. I again ate breakfast off the floor.
While Master and his trainees were eating, I stood naked at attention and recited my rules/penalties/consequences. Master occasionally had me explain why such a rule was necessary and why the penalty just. At the suggestion of one trainee, Master had me balance a book on my head and squat painfully low, while continuing my recitation. When I dropped the book, Master allowed the helpful trainee to give me 20 swats with the paddle. Of course, if Master thought the stroke was not done hard enough or with the right technique, the stroke did not count and had to be redone. All told, I got about 30 licks to the ass.
The next lesson was in concentration methods. I was locked in the stocks as Master explained how he teaches me concentration. He would give me a problem or question and I was punished for a wrong answer. The question could be a math question (142 minus 73), memory test (what color shirt was Master wearing when we last ate at the Italian restaurant down the street), or anything else along those lines (what key is to the right of the zero on a keyboard). Master began by asking me what color hair the trainee who whipped my cunt yesterday had; I said brown and the answer was blond. I got three punishment strokes with the tawse on the backs of my thighs. Master allowed his trainees to take over for an hour. Wrong answers got me some number of strokes to my body and right answers got me 15 seconds with a vibrator to my clit. Master said we would play again at the end of the day and if my score did not improve I’d spend another 2 hours on the wooden pony.
Master next had a competition of sorts for the trainees. He gave them each an hour to come up with a new torture technique for me. It had to include bondage and pain/discomfort and had to be able to last for at least an hour without intervention. While they were working, Master spent the hour teasing me with the vibrator – getting me close to orgasm and then stopping, over and over again. There were 3 winners who got to see me suffer their idea as a prize.
1. This entire bondage was done with thick, coarse, hemp rope. My 2 big toes were tied together, then my ankles, knees, and thighs. Rope was tied tight around my waist and then strung front to back running between my ass cheeks and pussy lips (also tight). Each one of the tits was circled with rope and then rope was tied around my chest and back running directly across my nipples. My thumbs, wrists and elbows were tied behind my back. I was laid on my stomach. My ankles were raised up and tied to my wrists in a pseudo-hogtie. Finally, rope was tied around my head and mouth and then tied pulling my head back towards my feet. The bondage hurt everywhere and so did the rope itself. Master liked that it was a twist off a simple hogtie and was painful but not dangerous.
2. This time I had to lay on my back with my arms tied stretched above my head. My knees were bent and my feet were tied 3 feet apart. I had to arch my back, squeeze my butt and lift it up off the floor. An electrified metal plate was rested on the ground just below my ass. I had to hold the position or get zapped in the ass for letting it touch the ground. The electricity was high enough to make me scream with each zap. The position was tough enough that after the first couple minutes I was sweating and shaking from the physical strain. Master really liked that if forced me to work my fat ass and was kind enough to add to my humiliation by writing FAT PIG across my stomach.
3. Finally I was tied with my knees together and my arms under my legs and behind my knees. My tits were circles with rope that was strung through a pulley on the ceiling. A crotch rope was tied tightly on me to which a heavy weight was hung. I was raised by my tits several feet off the ground, making the weight pull heavily down and tightening the crotch rope. A large tank of water was placed under me. The pulley was set to a timer. Every 90 seconds I was lowered into the tank until I was fully engulfed and could not breathe. The timer was programmed to keep me under the water for 10, 20, or 30 second intervals, set randomly. Then I was pulled up again by my tits to await the next dunking. Master loved that I had the added mental torment of not knowing how long I would be forced to hold my breath and had not way to get used to it. He also liked the added pain to my tits and cunt.
Luckily, the teaching session was almost over.
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