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hand
behind her. Then she simply put both hands in front of her, leaned
forward and put her weight on them. “This kind of hurts my hands,
but a lot less than it is hurting my crotch. Oops. There we go. I
can feel the corner right underneath me. One big push and I’m off.”
As she described her action, she leaned far forward on her hand so
that her crotch was clear of the corner of the wedge and then
pushed back hard with a little bounce.
    She screamed as she dropped off the end feet
first to the floor. “Damn! Damn! Damn!” Her eyes teared up and she
grabbed her crotch with both hands. “Damn, that hurts. I hope I
didn’t injure myself.” She bent forward at the waist and parted her
hands to peer through them at her pubis. “I banged my damn clit
against the corner when I went down. Ooh wee that hurts. It isn’t
bleeding.” She looked at herself again. “I don’t think I’ve got any
permanent injuries there, but sex isn’t going to be much fun for a
few days. Ouch. Ouch. Ouch. It’s going to be bruised for sure.” She
clutched at herself and rubbed gently. “We’ve got to fix that
problem. I could probably have climbed off to the side if I’d
tried. That would have been better. The only reason that I didn’t
was because I was worried about catching my foot and dumping myself
on my head, You’ve got to find some way to stop me from moving
around and jumping off. Or falling off. I shouldn’t have to keep
myself balanced all the time.
    “While you’re at it, I was wondering if you
could think about some kind of stirrup arrangement. I love the idea
of being able to put myself on the horse without help. The only
thing is there’d have to be some way to get rid of the stirrup once
I’m on the thing so I can’t use it to lift myself up after I’m on
edge, so to speak.”
    A few days later, Trevor showed her the
upgraded Spanish horse. It looked more complicated, now being
adorned with assorted straps and chains.
    When Cindy saw it, she said, “That looks more
complicated.”
    “It has to be. The medieval device in the
museum was used manually by the torturers. They would have put the
victim on it and then kept guard to make certain that he did not
climb off. If you want a self-contained torture device that doesn’t
need assistance, then you need mechanisms to perform the same
functions as human torturers.”
    “Okay. So what do I do?” she asked as she
began to shed her utilitarian grad-student clothes.
    “First, you buckle this belt around your
waist.” He handed her a black leather belt with a pair of handcuffs
attached to a D-ring in the center. “And when that’s done, you
mount the horse. You’ve got a stirrup now for mounting and
dismounting.” He pointed to a wood and steel strap hanging from a
short chain. You put your foot in it and mount up.”
    When she was nude, but for the belt with
attached handcuffs, she mounted the horse.
    “That’s right. Now you reach down and buckle
the belts about your legs on each side.”
    Cindy had already begun to buckle the black
leather straps around her legs, just above the knees. Their purpose
was obvious. They would attach her legs to the lower edge of the
wedge. Once buckled, they were not tight enough to support any part
of her weight but she would not be able to move forward or
backward; nor would she be able to tip to the side. While she
buckled the left strap, she kept as much of her weight as possible
on her foot that was resting in the stirrup, but when she bent
forward and to the right side to buckle that leg into place, she
had to press her crotch to the wedge. “Ouch. That puts pressure
right on the old clit. Ouch.” She buckled it as quickly as she
could so that she could sit straight again.
    “Great. Now, this thing that looks like reins
is attached to the stirrup. The stirrup is the heaviest part, so
when you pull on the reins, it’ll pull the weight of the stirrup
over a bar underneath the wedge. Then it’ll drop down and be