We wanted her broken - and we succeeded. She had survived too many sessions with her reserves in tact - pushed to the brink - but not over it. She was due.

It was quite an assemblage who gathered in the darkened room as she was stripped and the leather cuffs pulled tightly around her wrists. Huddled in the background they watched as we manhandled her onto the wooden pony bar, pulling at her labia as we maneuvered her into position.

With her ankles tied firmly to the steel base, we raised her wrists in front of her to a point at which they were useless to her and we tethered her neck so that she could not lean forward.

We raised the pony bar.

With her crotch riding firmly upon the wooden beam, we further restricted her movement. Cords attached to each nipple discouraged her from leaning backward and provided some delightful stretching of her crushed nipples.

Torso ropes prevented forward movement as powerful clamps discouraged rearward movement by pulling forcefully on her nude lower lips.

And so her ride began.

But we all knew that slave o was hard to break, and despite encouraging tugs on her genital ropes, she would be able to bear this minor torment for quite some time. Fortunately we were prepared to give the wooden pony a little help .....