My Ideal Person:
Ideally you will be female, and considerably younger OR considerably older than myself, or with a lush body that can take the torment I wish to give, or that is able to allow me to love you whilst you torment my own body and mind. I know it sounds strange but id love to meet a partner who has had breast augmentation, breast surgery is something that's sexy. The sharp curve of the breast I find different and also appealing. Or is your wife augmented, will she talk about it, contact me if she is.

The Wooden Horse is a devious device, designed for the slow sexual torture of a beautiful woman. Its earliest use as a sado-sexual device was in Japan, but a similar device (rail) was used in Europe as a general-purpose torture. In it's most vicious form the Wooden Horse is a wide triangular wooden plank, set sharp end up. The helpless woman is lifted into the air and set upon the horse, her full body weight supported on her most tender flesh. Her legs are forced wide by the width of the lower part of the plank. Additional weights are attached to the ankles to keep her from falling off, making her ordeal immediately unbearable.



There is also a kinder, gentler wooden horse, which can be affectionately called "wooden pony." Modifications include using a thin board, rather than a triangular plank, to allow clearer viewing of the labia as she rides the Pony. Wooden Pony is also lower to the ground, just high enough to force slave to tiptoes to protect her tender flesh. slave straddles it, tied loosely but well enough that she can not dismount. slave waits, helpless, as the inevitable muscle fatigue slowly sets in.
Use this time to talk to slave, to lecture her, to explore her body, to test her in small ways. Running your fingers around the curves of her helplessness, they settle inside her elbows to lead her motion. "Open." Is she pliant or willful? Will she spread herself at your Word? Stroking the armpits, you check her grooming before sliding down to the curve of her breast, then further to her hip, and finally to the soft, tender parts she is working so hard to protect.

After many long minutes her calves finally tire. slave uses the last of her strength to lower herself as gently as possible to the hard, narrow surface of the Pony. Delicate flesh is pressed between the Pony and her pelvis, laying the first of many small bruises upon her sex. In moments her muscles can lift her and she rises again, but only for a few minutes this time. Muscles throbbing, again she lowers herself, carefully placing her weight on a new, unmarked place. It takes longer to summon the strength to rise a third time, but after long seconds riding the Wooden Pony she points her toes and pushes against gravity, sweating from the exertion... As slave's flesh swells, comfort is impossible and she squirms constantly. It is this constant motion that gives "riding the Wooden Pony" its name.

Reaching down to the V of her body, you test her by squeezing some hanging flesh. See if she is swollen. See if she will hold her silence.