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Experiment with different positions? She didn’t exactly have a lot of options. She slowly sat, heels on the floor, but he’d mentioned angles, so she leaned back as much as she could. That shifted her weight partially onto her ass, but the minute she relaxed her butt muscles, the bar pressed up between her butt cheeks, which meant the pressure was back on her pelvic bone. Josslyn grimaced and sat up straight. Her pussy was starting to throb.
She leaned forward, but that hurt. Hissing, she popped up onto her toes. She felt around with her fingers, trying to grab either the rope or the metal grid above her. She could occasionally manage a chin-up at the gym, so if she could get a good grip, she could use her arms to take some of the pressure.
The rope was too taut for her to grab and the metal grate too high. She could just barely brush it with the tip of her middle finger if she strained.
“Figured out there’s no way to relieve the pressure?” Master Ben asked.
“Yes, Sir.”
He set down a large light on a tripod. It looked like an old-fashioned movie light, round with four flaps coming off the front. He adjusted the height, dropping it down to waist level, then flicked it on.
The light was pointed at her pussy, illuminating what had been hidden in shadows. Josslyn looked down between her breasts, saw her sex jammed lewdly against the wood.
Need slid through her and she felt her pussy grow damp.
Experimentally, she rose up, then lowered herself down, but this time she rocked her hips back and forth in a tiny motion that spread the wetness from her vagina up to her clit.
Master Ben once more crouched by her leg. He tugged on her labia, and this time she sucked in air.
“Good.” He spread her open. “Ah, lovely. You’re wet. I can see it.” He stroked her clit hood.
It was a single pass of his finger, but it was enough to have her stomach muscles clenching tight in need.
He carefully pinched her labia together. “Sit,” he commanded.
She dropped her weight onto her pussy, her labia smashed between her pelvic bone and the horse.
Master Ben reached up, putting a hand on her back. “Lean forward, just a little.”
Josslyn obeyed, whimpering.
“That’s it. Good. I want your pussy tender all over.”
He kept his hand on her back, holding her in place with her weight on the fleshy front of her pussy. Her shoulders burned with the stretch, but after a few moments, her pussy began to throb in a way that made her clit pulse.
“Oh,” she moaned.
“What is it?”
“It almost feels good, Sir.”
He tugged her labia again. “You look very pretty like this, and your pussy is fatter than it was before. Increase blood flow from either pleasure or pain.” His hand dropped from her back. “Relax. Whatever that means for you.”
She shifted back, and briefly dropped onto her heels, but this time it hurt. She grimaced and pushed up onto her toes, her calf muscles starting to ache.
“You can imagine what it would feel like if I pulled your ankles up behind you, forcing you to rock forward.”
“It would feel good, Sir,” she said.
“For a while,” he agreed.
Josslyn had to give her legs a break. She tried to tilt her hips forward to take the pressure off her pelvic bone and onto her vulva, but without his hand at her back, she couldn’t hold it. She strained for a moment, then gave up.
“Green, yellow, or red, Josslyn?”
“Green, Sir.”
“There is no shame is saying yellow or red,” he reminded her, a note of warning in his voice.
