Chapter 4: Zar Horses Around

We didn’t stay in bed. At a word from Zar we moved barefoot and naked down the stairs, she led the way to the room where my gleaming sexual machines, all pain and pleasure in shining chromed steel and polished wood, rested.

Abril actively disliked this room, she felt diminished because she thought that a man with a woman bound to such devices reduced her womanhood to some holes to fuck, ignoring all the rest of what she was. The flaw was that she assumed beauty lost its power as she was bound. I told her not to think of it her way, but her mind was made up.

To me, the opposite was true, women spend far too much attention on superficial beauty that they miss the tremendous power of the female form and it’s power to draw men. In bondage the true primal beauty is emphasized, there were no underwire bras, ‘shaping’ waistlines, no posing to hide flaws when a woman hangs naked, bound and fully exposed.

A woman, in this raw form, reaches in and draws out the most primitive male desires. Ugly or beautiful, big tits or small, when a woman is bound and presented to him like this, a man must be irrational to turn aside and not do to her what she is posed to receive from him. It is natural.

I knew why Abril felt this way. Once, when a confidence scam went bad, Abril she was subjected to some torture using superficially similar devices, devices intended to force information from her by irrational men, so I understood her feelings. (Even then, Abril was so beautiful that the gangsters only did a fraction of what they planned. So Abril escaped.) Abril had a hard time not seeing any devices as methods of torture.

Now I made it clear with a word that tonight, Zar wanted to embrace helplessness, to be completely passive for me so I could use her body as I was driven to pleasure her, for both of us to enjoy. In my own mind this was where Zar had much in common with Gracie.

Zar had asked for the horse, which was a serious suspension device. The woman is suspended by her arms over her head, bound and stretched as her hands, in special gloves, grasped a handlebar that held her up, supporting a larger portion of her weight. Then, to hold her in place and support the remaining fraction of her weight, her body is impaled on a small lubricated butt plug, which Zar had selected and fitted to the machine. In this case the intent is not pain, that is entirely incidental and was not really an issue with the plug she picked. Instead, by supporting her solely by her outstretched arms and the small plug in her body, the entire rest of her body hangs free for entertainment. This butt plus is not intended to interfere with fucking like some are. Instead she is easily kissed and handled to extravagant levels of pleasure as she hangs in helpless pleasure. But she has no control of what happens. I refer to her as a sexual pinata.

I stood on an adjustable platform, in front of the woman, to adjust for a difference in height. I liked to use my tongue or a toy as seemed appropriate to start. A number of medical monitors (blood ox, BP, heartbeat, strain by point, etc.) were incorporated into the machine to make sure no damage was done when things got exciting.

Ankles rest on pegs that hold the legs open, bent and held back from the plane of the body. These keep the legs out of the way but they do not support. The ankles can be tied to the pegs, but that really is a bother so I don’t do it. As a variation, the woman might be impaled in her pussy, leaving her ass free to fuck, but I rarely do that. Another option is to use a larger butt plug, I have several which have their own life-like action (movement, vibration, expand/contract, etc.), to give a “double penetration” feeling. I also have various toys available to use. After use by Gracie (with me at the safe house) and Belen (with her husband here at a party) in May, I wrote to the horse’s designer suggested that a set of steps be added so a willing woman could use her legs to help in positioning, when impaling herself at the start. He agreed it was a great idea, and I was given two sets. These had been installed.

The most bothersome issue for the horse is suspending the weight from the arms - it is not a “use at the spur of the moment” toy. Wrist restrains simply can’t do the job. I used elbow-length gloves, laced in place, with a dowel in the fingers like high-bar gymnasts use, to strap the arms to the handle bar that is attached to a winch. The gloves distribute the weight securely without damage. By design they are time-consuming to put on and take off.

Abril had a hard time with this, as Zar and I got ready she sat in the corner and tried not to look. It took some time. Her experience was a different device, but the idea still bothered her.

Zar was very patient with the gloves, which were pre-adjusted for her arms. When I winched her into position she impaled her ass quickly thanks to the new improvements made, then I just had her hook her feet to the pegs and there she was smiling broadly, suspended before me, ready to molest in any way I saw fit.

Zar’s very attractive and available body was arched delightfully. Her tits and pussy were thrust forward, open and presented proudly well ahead of her thighs, like a nude woman carved on to the front of an old-time sailing ship. Except this was a willing, and very much alive woman with her juicy intimate flesh at center stage, the labials peeled back like a peach split at the cleft drawing the eye and the cock to the juicy woman flesh inside. With her arms reaching up her arched positions put her pussy “out there” in mid-air, beyond the end of the beam, begging to be fingered, eaten and fucked as desired.

Think of a woman on a bed with her legs spread, her body is attractive but her sex is not exactly prominent. Now assume there is a pillow under her ass, or maybe a long pillow under her bottom and lower back. Now she is more interesting. Add a second pillow and you really have her sex dominating the image. Unfortunately she will complain it is uncomfortable. But the bondage rig, where the butt plug, the arms and the legs support her weight gives that very attractive look of a pussy begging to be fucked without the back strain on the woman.

It was easy to make fine adjustments of her height and angle.

She looked wonderful to me, especially her open, eager pussy. Even Abril had to admit that was true, Zar was more attractive this way then she was in any position in a bed.

In bed Abril had licked Zar, but that was just a warm up. She anticipated a good time so now her pussy was drooling with her enthusiasm and desire.

As fuckable as Zar looked, and as much as my cock ached to enter her body and find satisfaction, the first thing I had to do was grab hold of her head and take a deep, passionate, long kiss from her mouth. My tongue was all over the inside of her mouth, telling her how I loved her and wanted her and appreciated all she was to me. She let me have her completely, rejoicing in the surrender, loving me as I took what I desired.

Since she was seven, giving me what I desired was pretty much her life.

It is the failing of all men, we can never fully express what we owe to the women who care for our needs. Instead so many men give their attention to the superficially attractive women (recall, fashion and beauty have changed through the ages) who have learned the fashion of the day, show a little intimate flesh like it is a special secret, take all they want, then move on to find another man with more to take.

What men should really do is find a real woman who are predisposed to give of themselves, then meet that woman’s needs, so both are happy. It is really the only thing that works long term.

When I finally broke the kiss our eyes met, we both saw the passion, the love, the lust, the raw desire we each had for this. “Put it in. Use me. Make me scream for you until I can’t scream any more,” she said.

I could not deny her.

Her pussy was wet and tight and felt incredible as I put my body into her. She was weightless as I moved in and out of her body, completely responsive to every tiny motion. It was wonderful.

I brought my mouth to her’s again, we both licked the other’s lips, the other’s tongue, the other’s teeth. I took her lower lip into my teeth and exerted a little squeeze, not really a bite but rather the hint of a bite, it was something from when I was very young, something that five-year-old me had to try after seeing somebody kiss. She made a face at the time, and I thought it was the funniest thing I had seen her because her face stuck me that way. She returned the favor of the biting kiss and stopped my protest with another funny look. We exchanged the lip bites until we were both happy with the result - our first sexual negotiation. Since then it is something we did to each other, gentle bites of the lips. These days she extended the experience by looking in the mirror at her bruised lips the next day, reliving the experience and the thrill down below, again.

Today I had one other new feature. I had wrapped a slim band around the base of my cock, not too tight, fastened with velcro. A wire ran from the small bump positioned on the top of my shaft, down my leg, to a slim box including some on-off-switches. I put my cock in her deep, and held it there as I stepped on a switch. Instantly the bump, a tiny vibe that was now pushed against her clit, began to buzz.

Her body tried to jump in surprise, but she really couldn’t. Plus, because her body was arched, she had some direct weight on the bump, so she got the strong vibration on the spot where it did the most good. In moments the vibration reached a critical point. “Oh ... the feeling ... surprise I’m ... so perfect ... oh lover ... MY CHIEF ... AWWWWW!” It was a quick hit of an orgasm, the surprise that took her over. It wasn’t strong or earth-shattering, and it did not wear her out, but it was a solid release as I was buried inside her, so we both enjoyed it.

Inside she kept going, one of Zar’s gifts was to stretch the shock of a climax out.

We celebrated with another deep kiss, she kept giving herself more and more to the climax and the kiss and to me until finally the blood-ox alarm sounded a mild warning, she was burning into oxygen debt with the constant thrill of it. In surprise she broke the kiss. I stopped the vibe. But I kept my cock part-way in her so I felt her giving up her shakes and aftershocks for a time. We felt real good, we were both looking at somebody grinning like a very happy idiot.

Abril could not ignore the happy sounds and all that was going on, Zar was having a good time. Abril was fascinated enough that she overcame her problems and stepped closer to us, watching. Zar mentioned in the Tribal tongue that Abril was absent-mindedly touching herself in fascination.

We gave Abril something more to watch.

After a climax Zar was in the mood for more conventional kissing, so I gave her what she wanted, lots of passionate kissing with whispers both ways proclaiming love and affection for as long as we lived. No matter how many wives I had for my bed, it was Zar who would always be in the next bedroom, the mistress of my house, keeping all my women in line.

After a time Zar wanted to get started fucking again. We both knew there was a limit for her time in this rig, it was a strain to be left up too long, it was an unnatural position for anybody’s weight. She wanted to make the most of the time she had while she was hung, stretched, and totally available to me. She was willing to accept anything I wanted to do with her.

I wanted more kisses, but on her yummy dripping pussy. This time I started my kisses at the bulging outer lips of Zar’s pussy, which were well marinated with her juices. I set the platform so I could get at her easily, using my tongue and lips. Then I extended my tongue and dug into the the spot where we both enjoyed things. That was what she wanted.