An unhappy rider.

Charlotte hates this.

She's naked.
She's bound.
She's helpless.
She's being shocked in this 'floating' saddle.
Sometimes it even feels good...which is kind of worse.

"Ooh, I can feel the vibrations through you," the man says, touching her without consent.

He finally left.

At least it was better when she was alone.

She looked around for any way to escape, but she was bound with metal and tied in the air.
She just had to wait- which was not a fun prospect on this shocking/vibrating saddle dildo!

Her thoughts were interrupted by his eventual return.

"Did you see where I left it," he asked, being vague.

He pretends to look around and then spots 'it.'

"There's my beer," he says, spotting it pressed up against her lower abdomen, "Thanks for holding it."
He laughs.

She wasn't laughing.
That thing was ice cold!

He takes it and leaves.

Some amount of time later- there are no clocks and every second feels like an eternity to her- he returns.

He pinches her nipples.

"Did you want to come down?"
"Nnn-ness," is all she can say through the gag and collar.
"Fine. Just remember to thank me when you get into the next phase of training."

She knows that she won't.