The padded wooden horse

I point to a piece of furniture on the opposite side of the room. It looks like a steep, wooden pyramid with a piece of thin leather padding along the spine. “The wooden horse. Excellent choice, sweetie,” my uncle says as he makes me face it. He pulls on arms with gentle **** and I submit to his positioning of them. With the rope, which is soft and gentle against my skin, my uncle takes his time, wrapping around my torso multiple while securing my forearms together behind my spine. The position of my arms forces me to arch my back. While I'm still standing, my uncle fastens rope around my knees and a single length around on of my ankles, but why, I'm not quite sure.

Since I have no use of my arms in such a bound position, my uncle has to carry me and sit me upon the spine of the wooden horse. The structure forces my legs apart, further straddling the apparatuses. The leather padding is smooth against my crotch and it's my weight that presses the middle into it. My uncle takes the portion around on of my ankles and drapes it across the padding to connect it to my other ankle, bending my legs fully at the knee. If my weight wasn't pressing that much before, what my uncle does next heightens the sensation. He places a number of spherical weights on the length of rope encircling my knees, pulling each leg downward.

“How does that feel, honey?” he asks, adding an endearing title at the end.

“It feels... tight,” I say, not finding the words in my position.

“That is the point.” my uncle says. “Now I will leave you two here for the night or until one of you can't take it anymore. I will be watching through hidden camera.” Before leaving, he fastens a ball gag in my mouth as well as in Roxanne's mouth. He doesn't say any more and leaves. I hear the sound of the hidden door in the closet closing shut.

Roxanne tries to speak, but all I hear his muffles on her side of the room. I can also hear the creaks of the steel construction of her bench, signaling to me she is trying to hopelessly escape just by wiggling herself out. I'm in a constant state of balance and any significant weight to either side induces a feeling like I could careen to the side if I'm not careful. Staying on the padding while balance just presses more into my crotch and when the positioning is right, I feel pleasure in small waves course through my body. Instinctively, I want to reach down to keep the feeling going, but I realize my arms are tied behind my back. The only movement I can do is shimmy back and forth, but doing too much could alter the balance more to one side. In the end, I try to keep myself still.

Eventually the room goes quiet and I can neither hear squeaks of Roxanne's bench or her gagged mouth. In the silence, I could hear the pool filter running and the buzz of the lightbulbs. My body natural falls asleep due to inactivity, but it wakes up whenever too much weight veers to one side. I do not want to fall and not be able to break my fall. I start to feel a sense of helplessness and a desire for my uncle to return soon.

Since there are no windows, I cannot tell what time it is. Is it still early in the morning after midnight or has the sun already risen? I cannot tell how much time as passed and since I try not to doze off, my mind tired in focusing on staying awake, I lose all sense of time. In such helplessness, I start to tear up. I feel weak because I'm crying.

The both of us startled awake when we hear the hidden door opening and footsteps descending the stairs. While I try to stay calm, Roxanne frantically groans through her gag and squeaks her bench loudly.