served as handholds on the far side of the splayed legs, while obligingly spreading her booted feet. With head inverted and pony-tail dangling down, she closed her eyes, took a deep breath…and waited. The face of the mistress of discipline was a mask; tight and expressionless, yet her eyes were shining with the fiendish delight she always found in this particular task, as she approached the bending girl. She slowly ran a gloved hand over the jutting curves of that conveniently-placed buttocks, patted the offered rump thoughtfully. A single finger slipped into the crack, causing the cheeks to clench instinctively. The gloved intruder followed the curve to the place where it might blindly feel its way into crotch and the hidden pouch of Justine’s lightly-furred vulva. The bending girl eyes flew open; electrified by the first intimate touch of those gloved fingers probing her sex. Then the fingers were stretching her cunt, holding the labia splayed open while the smooth rod was introduced. For her Ladyship, this was one of those supreme, an unutterable moments: to steadily shove a sturdy vibrator into a girl’s vulnerable cunt was pure ecstasy. She swallowed down the knot of lust that rose in her throat. Unable to resist the urge to fuck the girl with the shaft, she pumped her wrist, just a little, till she had the ponygirl bounding up on her toes and wiggling with excitement. As she diddled the girl, Lady Ursula grinned at the fascinated groom who stood on the sidelines watching in silence. After the rod was worked well in, she gave it a final push that drove the impaled girl up on her toes. Justine jacked straight up, head and shoulders arching back, twisting, yet struggling to maintain the mandated position, as the grinning woman screwed the shaft all the way in. Save for the rounded cap on the end, the entire length had been swallowed up the ponygirl’s distended vagina. A twist of the protruding cap activated the little sex toy, sending a thousand tingles of pleasure electrifying the healthy young body of the tense ponygirl. Justine closed her eyes and swallowed down the surge of pleasure while the vibrator hummed merrily away, tickling her innards with vibrating ripples. Justine wiggled her little rump, unable to keep still. The Lady ignored her sudden agitation, reaching under for the strap that dangled between the girl’s legs -- the strap that hung down from the front of the waist-cincher. Drawing it up into the bending girl’s crotch and running it through the slip buckle at the back of the sturdy belt, she was able to cinch it up, tightening it in place. She tugged on the strap, getting a whimper from her bent-over victim. Another even more determined tug had the spirited filly biting down on the hard rubber bit jammed between her teeth, her jaws tightly clenched. Lady Ursula assured herself the straps that bound Justine’s body were tight, well-fitting -- and just a little too tight to be comfortable. Once satisfied with the arrangements, she was pleased to leave Justine with the buzzing device buried up her cunt while the restraining strap cut into the soft flesh of her most intimate parts. Justine was now subjected to repeated thrills of unbearable pleasure that curled her toes, along with the more deeply satisfying feel of the buttery leather crotch strap cradling her vaginal pouch, drawn tight as it was, pressing into the softly yielding bulge. The intense stimulation had her twitching and shifting uneasily from foot to foot. Only when she was satisfied that the vibrator had been properly installed, did her Ladyship call for the tail, which the attending groom now brought forth. Normally, Justine submitted to the hateful act with equanimity when it was one of the grooms who inserted the butt end in her anus. But she intensely disliked having her Ladyship do the deed. She knew the sadistic woman took evil delight in inflicting a bit of pain whenever she carried out her preparation “duties.” Lady Ursula
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