She nods.

Megan’s eyes showed little rational thought, but she understood me. We stare at each other for a long moment, before her eyes seemed to sharpen. I’d seen that look many times in our time together, especially in the past few weeks. It was the look of determination, of that inner strength that I always admired in her – the strength that had seen her sacrifice her dignity for my pleasure over and over again.

Slowly, but with clear certainty, she nodded.

I reached down and turned the dial up to 10. Quentin’s eyes widened and he took a step back from me.

“Here you go slut,” I said, and flicked the switch. Instantly she went rigid, except for a continual tremor that made the heavy horse vibrate on the floor. She made no sound at all this time, her eyes wide, staring fixed at the ceiling above her. I mentally counted to ten, as she remained like a vibrating statue, before clicking the switch off.

She slumped down into her restraints again, and I stood up to touch her thigh. She was hot to the touch, sweating again now, and I could feel the muscles twitching under her skin. Her head hung to her chest, but she gave me a moan at the touch of my hand. I grabbed her hips and pushed her forward on the horse, adding friction to the pressure on her pussy. Her head jerked up and a gargling sound came out of the ring gag, before the head lolled in a circle again. Wrapping one arm around her waist, I started pulling and pushing her back and forth on the thing and reached my other hand up to her painfully bound breasts. As soon as I sweezed her tits I felt her shudder. I recognized these new vibrations instantly. She was going to cum. I kept squeezing her tits and stimulating her pussy until she jerked rigid again, this time in orgasm.

“Ok,” I said when she was finished, “that’s enough. Untie her Quentin.”

He was looking at me in clear awe now. Jealous, perhaps that I had such an incredible sexual being in the palm of my hand. After a pause, he rushed to assist me, and I helped her down onto the mattress as she clearly couldn’t stand.

“Quentin,” I said, regarding him sternly, “You can keep the video for your private use, but if I ever come across it online or hear about it from another soul, I want you to understand that I will do far worse to you than anything you’ve done to her.”

He visibly swallowed but did not speak.

“Also,” and here I grinned at him, “I want a copy.”