I couldn't see anything, and the sounds were muffled around me. When I opened my mouth to speak, a ball was shoved in it. Straps were pulled behind my head, and I felt them locked together, and tightened. My arms were quickly subdued, and pulled behind my back, where they were bound together at the wrist. I strained to hear anything, but heard only muted shuffling. I was certain that I had seen Ray before everything went dark. I could smell him... that familiar cologne that he wore.
I felt a tugging at my neck, and realized that a leash had been attached to my collar. (I had been required to always, wear the collar I had been given, the night of the dance). Clumsily, I stumbled forward as the leash was pulled. My bare feet felt the wooden floor of the porch, and then descended down the concrete steps, and along the walkway towards the street. I heard a mechanical sliding sound, and was pushed forward. When I landed, the surface was hard, and cold. Then the metallic sliding sound again, this time followed by a locking or closing sound.
An engine roared to life, and I could tell we were in motion. My best guess was that I was in a van, being taken somewhere. That guess proved correct, and we traveled for what seemed like hours. When we finally stopped, I heard the door open again, and I was yanked out. My feet fell on dirt this time, and I was pulled forward again. Stones were digging into my feet, and I stumbled and fell forward.
Face first I fell into the dirt. Rocks and gravel scratched at my exposed skin. Violently, I was pulled to my feet, and the dragging continued for a few more minutes. The next sound I heard was a rough clinking sound, followed by a squeak, presumably from a door hinge. Stale, musty air filled my nostrils, and I sneezed into the gag in my mouth.
My hands were freed, but only for a moment; before they were attached to what I thought was a bar, which, I also guessed hung parallel to the ground. My hands were pulled wide, and firmly attached, confirming my guess. Something was being wound around each ankle, and my feet were pulled apart. Far enough to hurt. Like my hands, they were secured in place. A cranking sound pulled my body upward, stretching me, and I had to balance on my tiptoes. Then silence.
How long I hung there, I have no idea. Sometime during the night, I had drifted off to sleep. When I awoke, I started to panic, but there was literally nothing I could do. I strained to listen for clues as to what was happening, or where I was. I thought I heard a horse... maybe a cow, but couldn't be sure. Maybe I was on a farm, or out in the country.
MONDAY
Long hours passed, before I detected the presence of someone else. God, I hoped it was Ray! Then I smelled that familiar cologne again, and I calmed down a bit. I waited for something to happen... The ball gag was removed from my mouth, and I worked my aching jaws. Then, bright light was everywhere, and I could hear again!
"Up till now, what you have experienced has been fun and games." Ray said. "This week, you will undergo intense slave training. This will not be easy for you, and I remind you that you still have a safe word, if it gets to be too much. It is my great hope that you won't use it. At this time, I also remind you that your husband knows what will take place this week, and he has agreed to everything I have planned for you."
He held up the hood that had been placed on me at my home, so I could see it. It was made of thick, black leather. The sides came down over the ears, and it resembled an old time football helmet with no eyeholes. The hood didn't cover the nostrils, and had no chin piece. I did notice straps that would secure it in place.
Ray took a moment, and gave me bottled water to drink. He held it at my lips, each time I was ready for more, until the water was gone. I was a bit surprised, when he opened a second bottle, and insisted that I drink it all. After three bottles of water, I begged for no more. My stomach felt bloated, and I knew that sooner or later, I'd have to pee. How was that going to be possible, the way I was secured? I was given no food.
Looking around, I found that I was indeed in a barn, but that was all I could tell. Earplugs were pushed into each ear, and the hood was pulled down over my head again. The earplugs made it impossible to hear anything at all, except my own breathing, and heartbeat. Needless to say, I couldn't see either. The only difference between my current situation, and when I had been abducted, was the ball gag wasn't in my mouth this time.
My feet were released from their bonds, and I could stand up. Lifting my feet, and moving my legs got the blood flowing in them again, and it felt good. That feeling was short lived, as my body was raised up higher. So high, that I couldn't touch the ground at all. My feet were pulled apart, and I felt myself being lowered back down. They were now spread about four feet apart, but I was still unable to touch the ground.
My left foot was pulled up behind me, towards my ass, and locked to something, which held it in place. Then my right foot, effectively holding both feet behind me, making my legs useless. Something rough scraped at my inner thighs as I was slowly lowered. The lower I got, the farther apart my knees were pushed. Then I felt something pointy against my pussy. It wasn't like a pencil point, but more like an edge, or ridge that ran from front to back. Then I was lowered again, until the edge, or ridge was firmly against my pussy and ass. I was lowered a little bit more, until the weight of my body rested firmly on the ridge. It almost felt like I was sitting on a dull axe blade. Then, I was alone again.
The longer I sat there, the more it hurt. The pain started out as a dull ache, and progressed in severity over time. Having my feet tied up behind my ass, made it nearly impossible to lift my sore pussy off of this device. In fact, when I tried to lift up with my legs, my pubic bone was forced into the pointy ridge. I got some relief by pulling up with my arms and legs in unison, but I couldn't hold myself up for very long. I gave up, and tried to ignore the escalating pain in my groin. This wasn't what I had signed up for, and more than once, I considered using my safe word. Who knew if there was anyone with or near me that would even hear it?
Ray had said that he had done the same with other couples, and their marriages had thrived. I was having a hard time wrapping my mind around that, given what he was putting me through. I couldn't imagine that there were people in this world who would enjoy this! I certainly wasn't! I wanted this to end, and start having fun again, this was just abuse of another human being.
Time dragged by, and the once dull ache in my crotch, was now a full-blown five alarm fire. Thankfully, I got a whiff of that cologne again, and I felt my body being raised up. I sobbed into my mask. Tears of joy and relief welled up in my eyes. My feet were released, and I could stand once again. The mask was pulled off of me, and the earplugs were removed. My groin actually ached like a headache.
I squinted into the bright light, and heard Ray begin to speak. "That was your first lesson. It's called the wooden horse. Its origin dates back to the 1600's. It is also referred to as 'The Spanish Donkey' or cavaletto squarciapalle. As you can see, it can be quite painful over longer periods of time. For the most part, going forward, the only time you will spend on it, will be for discipline. I'm not going to lie... there may be times that you ride the horse purely for my amusement, or to demonstrate your obedience."
The horse was pulled away, and I could finally put my feet together on the floor. I got a good look at the device. It was made of wooden boards in a triangle shape, with the pointy edge of the triangle at the top. The triangle was supported by a frame resembling a sawhorse, and the device was about four feet tall. The top edge appeared to be rounded off slightly, and I could image the pain it would've inflicted on me, had it been sharper. Near the rear, there were eyebolts on each side closer to the top. I assumed that's where my feet had been secured.
My arms were released, and I nearly fell down. Ray didn't make a move to help me stand, and he just chuckled a little as I stumbled awkwardly. A few minutes later, the leash was attached to my collar, and I was led out of the barn. Somewhere, off in the distance, I heard birds singing.
The sun was high in the sky, and its warmth radiated over me. What a wonderful feeling! As my eyes adjusted to the brightness, I could see that we were out in the country, with no signs of any civilization, or neighbors nearby. Surrounding the yard, we were in, were vast fields, bordered by tree lines in the distance. Ahead of me was a large, two story farmhouse, and that appeared to be my new destination. We walked around to the back of it, and I was pulled down some very old stone stairs into the basement. I'll never forget the soft feel of the grass on my feet that day, or the smell of the fresh, country air.
The basement had that damp, musty old smell that you would expect from a building this old, and I could feel the cold dampness of the concrete floor on my bare feet. It was dark, and foreboding, but Ray seemed to know right where he was going. He reached up, and pulled a chain, and light flooded the room. This place had every aspect of a true, medieval torture chamber. The kind you'd expect to see in horror movies, or something out of the Spanish Inquisition. There where chains, ropes, and whips of all kinds, and instruments that I had no idea of their purpose on the walls. Benches, tables, and cages were littered about. I even thought I saw a medieval torture rack! Some of the items, or tools had a very sinister look about them, and I trembled at the thought of how they could be used on me.
I was led to a stonewall, and my hands were attached to a pair of shackles that were embedded in it. They weren't too high, or spread far enough apart to be uncomfortable, but they were secure. My hands were about shoulder level, and I could almost touch each shoulder with my fingertips. The little bit of slack in each chain, gave me a very limited range of motion for my upper body as well. That was it... No other restraints were used on me. I was just beginning to think this wasn't so bad, when Ray appeared out of the darkness with a very serious looking whip in his hand. It was a bullwhip!
He wanted me to see it, and I was terrified by it! No fuckin way did I want that thing hitting me! Both Ray and my husband had whipped me before, but not with anything like this! The whips they used before were toys compared to what Ray was holding. Moreover, they had never whipped me very hard. Previously, I had been whipped just enough to be uncomfortable, and to sting me. When he pulled it back, and snapped it, I could clearly hear the angry hiss it made before the loud crack at the end. My legs were shaking, and I began to beg him not to hit me with it. He just stared at me... looking right through me, and into my soul as he cracked the whip again. This time the crack was right beside my head, and I pissed all over the floor.
