Mounting The Wooden Horse
She knows from painful experience that she’ll spend sixteen hours writhing in pain on that wooden knife edge that cuts her to her core. She knows, but her cruel captor gives her no choice:
From Kitan Club.
Elsewhere on Bondage Blog:
I would love to witness something like this.
Popcorn, please.
Should have weights on her ankles.
She knows that the longer she sits on it, the worse it is when she finally dismounts. The “pins and needles” sensation as circulation slowly returns to her sensitive parts drives her insane.