Evellyn is understandably distressed about her predicament.

Finding yourself unexpectedly and instantaneously transported from one place to another is probably a highly disorienting experience. This goes double when you also find yourself stripped naked and tied to something. So it is, even after the umpteenth time this has happened to her in the past 24 hours, Evellyn still can’t exactly be called used to the experience. Plus, thanks to the pose you have **** her into she can’t get a very good look at her body or really anything else she could use to orient herself beyond the stable walls or the top of her horse’s head.

Still the rapid transition from confusion to fear to embarrassment to anger is highly amusing to observe. “Ow... What the... oh not again...” At this point she struggles a bit in her bonds, producing a gentle tinkling from the bells strapped to her. “What did you... oh no.... what’s wrong with my nip... oh no no no you let me down this instant!” Her struggle get more violent at this point but she can’t really do much other then make her bells ring louder.

You smirk playfully, though she can’t really see it. “I think you know by now that’s not how this works.”

She thrashes more and the bells get louder, but if there’s one thing you’ve learned over the years it’s how to tie someone down securely. “Argh! Why do you keep doing this to me?!”

“Because I can and because I want to.” You lay a friendly hand on her struggling thigh. “And because you look incredible up there.”

Somehow the compliment throws her off her game and she stops thrashing for a moment. “Do I really... argh that’s not the point!” That last bit seemed directed to herself as much as you. She goes silent for a couple seconds, and there’s an almost palpable stillness in the barn. When she speaks again there’s still a note of frustration but she’s much calmer. “Look, you can’t just-“

“But obviously I can.” You pat her thigh in an ingratiating manner and she slumps her shoulders a bit. “Now look, if you keep complaining you know I’ll just gag you. So, c’mon let’s go! Adventure awaits!”

She goes quiet again and thinking you’ve finally won the argument, you move to tie a lead from her horse to hers. Then you hear her speak, almost imperceptibly. You turn around, curiosity winning out over your eagerness to get underway. “I’m sorry, what was that?”

She speaks again, still barely above a whisper and you see her starting to blush. Given her situation you’re not sure what she has left to be even more embarrassed about. “But it’ll chafe...”

You blink a bit. “Chafe?” It takes you longer than you’d care to admit to follow what she’s saying. “Oh you mean your pussy?”

Somehow the word seems to dispel whatever **** she has to talk about it. “Yeah... I mean I’m used to riding but this is really going to start to hurt and I really don’t want saddlesores on my lady-parts.”

You have to admit, she kind of has a point.