In a surprisingly short time, Stella entered the room and knelt before me. Her three "hard limits" were no surprise, and (truly) limited me not at all in the things I would do anyway.

Her 'wish' was a pleasant surprise; she was excited by things I would likely have done anyway. Her golden-brown hair shone in the indirect lighting of my playroom as she bowed before me, and I said, "You will likely get your wish... eventually. But you will have to earn your wish first."

Switching the TV to the Classical background music station, I stood and took Steel's hand, leading her to a Japanese Horse mounted along the wall.

"This will be your next trial, Stella. I am going to mount you on this horse, and you will suffer some pain, and some pleasure. Reach down for some deep-down calm, as this will truly try you."

She smiled back at me, and mounted the stool at the side of the horse. I helped her onto the top edge of the bar, which was slightly rounded, but not much. Spreading her labia to both sides of the peak, I took her arms behind her and fastened them to the cuffs there. I pulled on the other ends of the chain fastened to the cuffs, lifting her arms behind her into a strappado and forcing her weight forward on her cunt, so more was on her clit. She cried out in surprise and pain, and asked for some relief of the pain.

"No relief soon, Stella; you will have to endure this a while. Now for your legs." Reaching down, I brought them up and under her, attaching the cuffs which hung below the bar to her ankles. And, finally, I put the thin upright post in the hole at the front of the beam to which was attached a ratchet-limited reel, which had a fine line spooled on it ending in two harsh clips. I released the ratchet and pulled out the line a bit until I could mount the clamps to the base of each already-erect nipple. I tightened the handle slowly, watching the nipples stretch, then the breasts stretch further and further from her chest as the sounds of her discomfort got louder and more urgent.

Once the line was bow-string tight, she was contorted in such a way that her whole weight was on her clit and cunt. Now for the fun part for me! I walked over to the rack on the wall and picked up a nice single-tail, whose lash was about 18" long. This whip was not designed to cut skin, but had a very sharp sting and left lines for a couple days.

I stood back a minute and watched Stella squirm on the bar. While she was absolutely in some significant pain, her juices ran down the bar copiously. Pain, yes, but pleasure as well!

"You will now get twenty strokes of the whip; ten on your back, ten on your breasts. The stretched condition of your lovely tits will make the pain more significant. Brace yourself, and count loudly as any missed stroke will send us back to the beginning... and the extras will all be on your breasts."