Harnessed up

From a saddle bag on her hip she pulls out numerous straps of leather, telling you to strip fully. Nervous but still trying to be honorable, you begin to strip, folding your clothes neatly and putting your gear neatly in top, looking back at her when you are done. “Good boy... though I guess for the next few days, you’ll just have to go by cock sleeve. Now hold still.” You blush even more as the centaur walks closer, and with a good deal of roughness begins adding straps. This makes a leather harness, wrist and arm straps, as well as thigh and ankle straps. Despite yourself being this **** to a dominate creature has turned you on, something she mocks.

Finally finished adding straps, she adds one last item. “So you won’t be dizzy and you can fully focus on the ride...” she says as she slips a black satin hood over your head, pulling the drawstring tight around your neck. Now the world was blacked out, and all breathing was hot and more difficult.

“On your belly now, ass raised!” She commands, and you whimper in fear now as what is imminately coming. You feel her walk over you, her massive half horse body kneeling down as she lines up her hopefully lubed cock...