Bunny’s husband, also known as her loving master, ran the back of his hand gently down her cheek. Lovingly wiping away the few stray tears that had run out of the corners of her big hazel eyes. His other hand meanwhile was exploring her breasts, his index finger stroking and up and down over one of her pert nipples. Stopping every now and then to grasp it firmly between that finger and his thumb. Giving it a squeeze and a hard pull, until he could see another tear form in Bunny’s eye.

“MMMMGG MMMGGGPHHH” Bunny grunted and moaned, the penis panel gag she wore blocking out any discernible words. Her eyes pinched shut as her husband took both her nipples in his hands and leaned back on heels. He could see the scream erupting in her rope bound throat, as he held on, pinching them like hell so he wouldn’t fall over.

Finally letting go, he gave each red tit a solid upward slap with his bare hand, making Bunny flinch up painfully on her wooden horse. The eight inch long dildo impaling her cunt, moving inside her much to her discomfort.

“Let’s add some nice heavy nipple clamps now, shall we?” he muttered, as he quickly attached some painfully pinching clamps, weighted with some iron nuts and bolts, to her delicate elongated nips. Causing Bunny to let out a series of soft whimpering moans, her forehead scrunching up to show her intense discomfort.

This was her husband’s way of taking her ‘horse riding’ some days. The clue as to whether it would be a real horse ride, on her favourite horse Lily, or him diabolically punishing her on the ‘wooden horse’, being what riding crop he showed up with in hand when stating, “Bunny sweetie, time to go riding.” And if he held one of the extreme gags he used for silencing her loud screams, during these demanding physically punishing slave wife sessions, she knew it was to be an afternoon of excruciating torment.

When he ordered her to go riding this morning, he stood in the doorway of her sewing room and held aloft the black leather panel gag with a bulbous four-inch rubber penis attached to it. She quickly assumed the position, on her knees mouth open and letting him force in the rubber cock. It just barely reached the back of her throat but filled her mouth wide from side to side. As he tightened the various straps, making sure they were snug, she let out a little muffled sigh. She had really wanted to go ride her real horse, Lily…

….

Back on her ‘wooden horse’ Bunny’s hurting nipples were the least of her worries. Her husband had turned on the vibrator mounted into the wooden device she painfully straddled. Just on medium speed mind you. The narrow wood digging into her delicate female parts was starting to hurt and the vibrator hummed away inflicting a constant buzz directly into the head of her now throbbing clit.