GEETWO STORIES - PAGE 087

- THE RIDER -

By

Geetwo

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Art By COCO

In the two years since taking her first tentative steps into the secret world of bondage, submission and discipline that she had longed to explore since her early teens, Rachel had discovered many previously-unknown things about the BD/SM scene and her place in it. Not least, that she was a natural submissive and an enthusiastic devotee of bondage, the tighter and more restrictive the better.

At first, she had tried to hide it, embarrassed by what she saw as a flaw in her character, not understanding that submission and dominance were simply two halves of one whole, neither better nor worse than the other and each unable to exist without the other. Finally learning this lesson freed her of shame and guilt and allowed her to accept her true nature and be what she wanted to be.

As soon as she heard that the new “electronic horse” had been delivered to the home of the well-known Master, Rachel immediately sent him an email, politely requesting permission to be considered as a test-subject for the device, whenever convenient to him. She had been to his house twice before and treasured her memories of the hours she had spent as his prisoner, stripped, bound, gagged and then teased, tormented and aroused until she writhed and jerked and twisted in her bonds, begging and pleading shamelessly into her gag for the release of the gigantic orgasms that swirled and churned in her belly, but which she could not achieve until he decided that she had earned them.

If he agreed to her request, she was well aware that he would bind and gag her just as tightly and control her just as totally as he had on those occasions. She would once again be helpless and at his mercy, but with the additional factor of the “electronic horse” and its unknown capabilities for her to contend with ...

On arrival at the Master’s home, Rachel had been invited to inspect the new device and, to be honest, had been a little disappointed. For no logical reason, she had somehow visualised something similar to the “bucking bronco” machines she had seen on TV, complete with a saddle and operated by hydraulic rams to make it spin around and plunge up and down like a real horse. The reality was much more prosaic, simply a domed leather seat atop a massive wooden post, set on a square metal plate. Admittedly, the plate did boast a pair of large ring bolts with attached steel cuffs and chains, the seat had two interesting circular cut-outs in its leather surface and the thick electrical cable and rotary switches hinted at intriguing possibilities, but the overall impression was far less intimidating than she had imagined.

Confident that she had little to worry about, she calmly obeyed his command to strip naked and place her arms behind her back, grasping her right elbow in her left hand and left elbow in her right hand. The variation of a single-glove he used to secure her limbs was not one Rachel had worn before, but was extremely effective, lacing her hands and forearms into an internal pocket and pulling her biceps in towards her spine until all the slack was removed and her arms were completely immobilised. Straps over her shoulders and buckled to both front and back of the glove ensured it could not slip down, while another linking those straps across her chest above her breasts, removed any possibility of them sliding off her shoulders

Already excited and sexually aroused by her bondage, she willingly opened her mouth to be gagged, stretching her jaws wide to accommodate a hard rubber ball attached to a broad leather strap harness buckled tightly over lips and lower face, under her chin and across the bridge of her nose. With the solid ball wedged deep between her teeth, she was literally speechless, reduced to nothing more than grunts and whines. When the Master led her over to the horse and ordered her to straddle the seat, her arousal intensified with the knowledge that she could no longer refuse or even question what he planned for her and she gazed down in helpless fascination while he lifted the cuffs to her ankles. When the ratchets clicked to lock the cold, hard steel on her warm flesh, the shivers that set her body trembling had less to do with the temperature of the metal than with Rachel’s submissive desires to be inescapably bound, dominated and subjugated.

Told to make herself more comfortable, she wriggled for a few moments, then nodded to show she was ready for him to continue. Her surprise was total when the seat began to rise slowly under her bottom, gradually lifting her feet from the floor and continuing to rise until the chains to her ankle cuffs drew taut enough to press the leather into firm and embarrassingly intimate contact with the lips of her sex and entry-ring of her anal passage. Now, with her legs spread wide and fully extended; her feet not in contact with the floor, she had no leverage and was completely incapable of lifting herself from the seat, or altering her position. So, when she felt something begin to slide upward between the parted lips of her labia, there was absolutely nothing she could do to prevent the gradual penetration of her sex and wide-eyed, she stared at the Master. He stood leaning nonchalantly against the wall opposite, watching her with lips curved into a smile and a compact remote-control in his right hand, enjoying his fingertip control over her inexorable violation by the dildo rising slowly from within the saddle beneath her.

Millimetre by millimetre, second by second, the thick, slightly-flexible rod invaded Rachel’s sex, reinforcing her feelings of helplessness and submission while it was slowly inserted more and more deeply into her body, stretching her with its considerable length and girth. Even though her powerful thigh muscles corded and her torso flexed in distracted efforts to change the angle and depth of its irresistible upward course into her belly, the steel chains and cuffs were more than a match for even her strength, keeping her firmly anchored on the seat and unable to influence or avoid her own subjugation in any way.

She couldn’t hold back a squeal of alarm when she felt a second shaft at the entry of her anus and although she frantically clenched her buttocks as tightly as she could, there was no way she could prevent it from forcing its way past her resisting sphincter and then deeper and deeper into her rear passage. Doubly-plugged, she shook her head in futile denial while both shafts continued to sink deeper and deeper into her body, filling her quaking belly until the Master decided she could take no more.

Taking his fingers from the buttons of the remote-control, he calmly inspected her bondage, checking to make sure that nothing had slackened and she was still perfectly restrained, then returned to his position by the wall and pressed another button. Immediately, the dildos began to vibrate at different frequencies within her body, each sending pulses of fierce arousal directly into the sensitive tissues of her innermost femininity and eliciting muffled squeals from behind the gag-strap sealing her lips. For a second time, Rachel tried to lift herself from the seat and once more she failed to make any impression on her bonds.

Throwing her head and upper body from side-to-side made no difference whatever to the devastating stimulation imposed on her by the vibrators and when her arousal spiralled out of control, she was sent hurtling into a massive orgasm, her belly convulsing wildly to send hot juices showering down over the twin shafts impaling her.

Incapable of even the most minimal resistance, her eyes bulged in shocked disbelief at the sheer power and intensity of her climax, hardly able to credit how quickly and completely she had been forced to surrender. Her mind quailed at the realisation that there was no possible defence against the devices ... nor against the Master who controlled them.

Her conclusions were quickly confirmed and strongly reinforced. The Master reduced the speed of the vibrations while her belly pulsed and kicked, then as soon as her spasms began to wane, e ratcheted them back up again. Building on the foundations of the first orgasm and with no time to recover, Rachel wailed in helpless anguish while renewed arousal speared through her fettered and impaled body. Her eyes became wide with despair from the havoc imposed on her mind and the totally uncontrollable submission forced from her body. Frantically though her mind commanded, her body simply could not ignore or defy the overwhelming sensations and despite her efforts to not do so, it responded automatically and built inexorably towards a second massive orgasm that she knew she was powerless to resist or escape.

Being held so securely in position by the steel cuffs clasped around her ankles, Rachel was completely at the mercy of the twin vibrators. She was driven mercilessly towards, then over the precipice of her enforced passion, wailing in total, abject submission and shuddering helplessly when she climaxed. Her quaking belly was deluged with the scalding outpourings of her release while again and again, powerful spasms racked her; each one jetting yet more juices into the seething vortex of her belly. She gasped and whimpered from the devastation raging throughout her helplessly-restrained body and her eyes sought out the tall figure of the Master, fastening on his in a mute plea for mercy.

Just as on her previous visits, her supplications were ignored and she was forced to accept his absolute authority and control over her body and to accept her subjugation; all the while shivering in half-delicious fear, knowing that until he chose to switch off the machines or release her from the horse, she had no choice but to submit to his will and endure however many forced climaxes he cared to impose upon her.

For long minutes, her belly trembled and kicked to the slowly-easing contractions of her double orgasm while the rapid heaving of her breasts gradually calmed to a steadier rhythm as she recovered from her frantic exertions, but even though the slowing of the vibrators came as welcome relief, with them both still firmly embedded in her sex and anus and her bonds as tight and secure as ever, Rachel was well aware that the break was only temporary and her ordeal by no means over.

Once again, she was absolutely correct, but this time when the shafts buried in her sex and anus vibrated at a low level, they also began a slow up and down thrusting motion, withdrawing an inch or two then reversing direction to penetrate her, before withdrawing once again to repeat their actions. Rachel was utterly incapable of preventing or resisting the unhurried mechanical plundering of her body and squealed shrilly when the glowing embers of her arousal re-ignited and flared rapidly to a fierce blaze that easily overwhelmed her attempts to retain some semblance of control over her responses. Being forced to race towards the next inevitable climax, she didn’t see the Master’s finger stab down on yet another button on his remote-control ... but she certainly felt the result!!

Deep inside her belly, pulsing electric shock jolted through the exquisitely delicate tissues of her sex, followed a split-second later by another longer one from the dildo embedded in her anal passage, wringing a wail of horrified anguish from Rachel when her fierce arousal was momentarily extinguished. It returned even more strongly an instant later when the vibrations and thrusting of the shafts increased in speed, ensuring that her body responded helplessly, even as her mind attempted to reject the realisation of this new and totally unexpected ability of the Master and his machine to subjugate and control her even more completely.
Rachel knew without a doubt that there would be no mercy or escape from either and although she had long ago accepted her submissive nature and desire to be strictly bound, she could not help but wonder whether the ruthless dominance he would impose upon her, might be far more than she had ever anticipated. Not that she had any choice, for she had requested to be a test subject for the device and voluntarily placed herself in the Master’s hands, happily relinquishing control over what he might choose to do with her. Now though, acceptance of that unavoidable truth added a massive upward twist to her already intense arousal and as she hurtled towards her third climax, Rachel surrendered willingly to her bondage and squealed in anticipation of the ecstasy that was so close.

Too soon, for just as she trembled on the brink of her release, the Master deprived her of it with more of the cruelly-timed electric shocks! He intentionally then built her arousal back to a towering peak of frantic need ... and again the terrorizing, orgasm-killing pulses drove her back from her impending orgasm. Rachel was driven into a maddened frenzy of incandescent lust, writhing and twisting mindlessly against her implacable bondage. She squealed and whimpered into the gag sealing her lips by turns, her eyes wild with horror while the Master exerted his absolute power over her, blending devastating arousal with the appalling, intimate electric shocks to prevent her from achieving the stupendous orgasm. Although it loomed over her like an avalanche, needing only a tiny nudge to bring it crashing down and bury her, she was completely incapable of attaining the release she so desperately craved.

Brought to the very edge of climax again and again, she screamed shrilly in rapturous surrender, her body arching like a bow and her eyes squeezed tightly shut when the Master turned the vibrators to maximum. The twin shafts thrust deeper into her and triggered explosive convulsions of her belly when her long-delayed orgasm burst like a bomb and a flood of scalding juices erupted into her sex. For five long seconds she held position as if frozen, then screamed again and again, her body shuddering and jerking madly to the immense contractions raging through her quaking belly; her mind wiped clean of every thought by the sheer depth and intensity of her unconditional submission to the stunning ecstasy of her sexual subjugation.

Rachel’s eyes closed and she was oblivious to everything but the seething, boiling havoc in her belly, barely aware of the vibrators slowing and stopping, or of the Master’s cool gaze drinking in every quiver and spasm of her body while she came and came again until the fury of her climax slowly began to ease. When she eventually did open her eyes, it was to find the Master looking straight at her with a small smile curving his lips and her cheeks flushed a deep red for she knew she had surrendered utterly to his thrilling dominance and exhibited the full extent of her submissive nature, able to hide or hold back nothing from him.

Using the capabilities of his device, he had toyed with her and played on her body as if it was a musical instrument, extracting whatever response he wished from it and giving her no option but to accept his complete Mastery, submitting fully to his will. It was exactly what she had anticipated he would demand of her and had wanted him to do when she had asked him to consider her as a test-subject for the device. The only thing she hadn’t anticipated was the punitive electric shocks, but even those, uncomfortable and unwanted as they had been at the time, had added a spice of almost-pleasurable pain to the overwhelming arousal his device had imposed on her, heightening her sense of delicious helplessness and enforced subjugation. For the first time since he had remotely inserted the vibrating dildos into her body, the Master spoke. When he calmly told Rachel that he had for some time been considering the idea of taking on a full-time slave to serve him and share his home, a ripple of mixed excitement and apprehension raced up her spine. He had been so impressed with her passion, her strong desire to submit and the endurance she had shown, he continued, that he felt she could well be the ideal candidate for the position. Might she be interested?

The astonishing offer, coming out of the blue as it had, set Rachel’s brain whirling at breakneck speed with conflicting thoughts. She loved bondage and the thrill of abdicating control to another person, but had never really considered the sort of long-term arrangement the Master apparently had in mind. Much as she was aroused by his dominance, the prospect of being subject to his iron will at all times, was a daunting one that she was unsure she could handle. If she agreed to become his slave, she suspected he would require her to obey whatever commands he cared to give her and would not hesitate to apply discipline until she did.

Obedience she thought she could learn to accept, but the idea of being disciplined by him, exciting though it was, might turn out to be far less pleasurable in reality. From her past visits she had learned that he was someone she could trust implicitly, a man of his word and if he took her on as his slave, then that was exactly what she would be, having to serve and satisfy his every need. Yes, he was older than her, but not impossibly so and with his vastly greater experience, the inventiveness he had shown in designing the device she was still riding, plus his expertise and single-minded focus on extracting every last atom of submission and sexual ecstasy that could be wrung from her body, she had no doubts at all about his ability to satisfy her.

The question concerning her most of all was, would she submit so deeply and fully that her slavery would become absolute and permanent, or would she be able to retain at least some self-control and independence? Critically, did she even what to? All these thoughts raced through Rachel’s mind in seconds and long before she came anywhere near to an answer, the Master read the confusion mirrored in her eyes and smilingly agreed that it was a huge, life-changing decision he was asking her to make. He realised that she needed to think it through very carefully and so she should take as much time as she needed.
Rachel was relieved and grateful for his patience and understanding, smiling with her eyes and nodding her head towards him, assuming he was about to release her from the device ... until she saw him smile and shake his head firmly, then press the buttons on his remote control to bring the vibrators back to life in her belly and bottom! Helpless in the strict bondage he had applied, her body shot through with the fierce arousal he imposed with a casual press of his finger and gagged into mute impotence, all she could do was shudder and gasp while the irresistible dildos plunged and thrust into her, vibrating madly and ravaging her masochistic sexual nature with mindless, mechanical efficiency. The carefully-timed electric shocks continued to wring squeals and screams of anguished arousal from her and drive her passion higher and higher towards an inevitable climax that she could not obtain by herself. She would only get relief when the Master permitted it.

If she was brave enough ... or foolish enough to accept his offer, he would become her Master.

At some point that decision would be hers to make and on it would depend the entire course of her future life, but that time had not yet come and while he continued to use the full capabilities of his device to explore the farthest limits of her submission, both Rachel’s mind and body spiralled out of control. Overwhelmed by sheer physical sensations, she could only respond with ever-increasing sexual arousal to both the devastating stimulation and bitter-sweet pain he visited on her. Rachel became unthinkingly desperate for the exquisite release of an orgasm, all the while savouring the Master’s total power over her and his uncompromising determination to subjugate her. She was aware of him watching and enjoying every moment of her surrender to his Mastery even though shrouded in the haze of her passion.

She knew instinctively that he would not be an easy or a soft Master to serve, but sometime in the future, Rachel would choose whether or not to become his slave. For now, her only imperative was to satisfy the urgent need raging through her body and as she writhed and arched and twisted in futile efforts to trigger the next huge climax swirling and seething in her quivering belly, she would have been astounded to discover that having already been propelled into three huge, muscle-straining orgasms, with a fourth building inexorably towards its peak, she had only been riding the horse for just over an hour ...