After we'd all eaten, I'd struggled to not drop any food, get on and off my butt plug stool and carry the used plates into the kitchen, and whilst Sam, Jack and, to a lesser extent, my husband made their plans as to how we were going to do the other four forfeits, it was time to do this challenge again. Anal ALWAYS makes me squeamish and so I'd had even less appetite than normal sat on it, but even so, sliding my poor bottom all the way down it and then all the way back off was a daunting task. Sam had her wand vibrator ready and she KNOWS how to use it! I'm forbidden to orgasm until after midnight, doing so will result in punishments, but God was it difficult. I managed, somehow, to hold off but I lost count, or they told me I lost count, twice and had to start again from the beginning!
My legs, in fact everything, was shaking by the time I got off. Just as the first time, I was going to be beaten five times for every attempt at it and they took it in turns to lash my bottom and between my legs with a leather strap while they made me wash up, still in the leather cuffs. It's still difficult to sit down today, but as soon as I was done with the dishes, to Sam's satisfaction, and cleaned the butt plug too, it was time to get onto their favorite piece, the wooden pony my husband made them for their wedding. I'm not sure how they got that thing home from the states. It's a wooden wedge, a foot wide at the bottom and Almost narrowing to a point on top. It's tall enough that Sam, at 5'8, can barely stand on tiptoes when she's straddling it, with built in cuffs for her ankles that force her legs right up almost to her thighs. Now imagine all of my bodyweight having to rest on my reddened vulva, on that point, while I'm watching everybody else have dessert, coffees, brandy...
Getting off was even more painful than getting on, but now I had another problem. The final three forfeits we'd drawn were all outdoors!!
We got back into the Range Rover but although my husband had my coat, they didn't give it to me.
Our first stop was a village about ten minutes away. The challenge would be to walk across a dark back-street to the central car park with a fountain in the middle, and then walk back. Only problem, I was still in my boots and ankle cuffs, but now Sam and Jack had me locked into a single-sleeve armbinder before I got a spank on my ass to get me moving. Sam walked with me with the men hanging back a little. The dark Street was okay, but when we neared the fountain, I realized there were two pubs, and Sam took great delight in telling me it was nearly last orders! Still, with less than two feet of chain between my legs, there was only so much I could hurry. I got around the fountain and was crossing the road back to the street where the Range Rover was parked when I heard voices behind me. My heart was pounding and adrenaline was flowing so I was slightly too panicked to hear what they were saying. I was convinced they'd follow us back to the car, but eventually I realized it was silent, just our footsteps, my boots clicking extremely indecently as I struggled back to the safety of the car
ng men!!
