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steel ball weights with slightly smaller
ones. This left only five pounds on each nipple and five pounds on each breast
clamp instead of the original ten.
    “Now, before we
eat and enjoy our farm-fresh milk and ice cream, you must all turn your
attention to our last guest, Ms. Diane Jonas.” Mistress Wright swung her right
arm toward the last of the three figures on the platform of agony.
    “Diane has a
very, VERY bad mouth,” Mistress Wright said slowly for emphasis. “She opened it
once too often last night and has been in this pose ever since. She will stay
here for the rest of tonight, perhaps tomorrow as well.”
    Diane was
chained upright to her sturdy wooden post, her arms pulled back behind it and
bound at wrists, elbows and shoulders with narrow chromed chain. The harsh
metal links dug deeply into the strained girl flesh and the audience could see
the marks clearly. Her feet and legs were bound to the vertical structure with
loops of the same kind of chain around her ankles, above and below her knees
and at the top of her narrow thighs. Around her neck was a heavier chain that
held her head firmly to the post. In her mouth, extending horizontally outward
to both sides like a massive bit, was a huge three-foot long wooden post. Her
wide open jaws were locked into the side of the wooden post, spread impossibly
apart and held there by her teeth sunk deeply into the soft wood. Chains from
the ends of the wooden bar extended back on either side of her face, holding it
in place. Diane’s face was a contortion of horror. No sound could exit around
the soft wood bit and she could not move her jaws a millimeter up or down. She
could only try in vain to chew through the four or five inches of wood that
held her jaws open. On her small feet were a highly shined pair of dark brown
Hermes riding boots, but with five inch heels. Each boot was equipped with a
pair of polished iron spurs, but at the rear of each spur, instead of a rounded
wheel or point was a small drilled hole in the metal spur frame. A small pad
lock was threaded through the two holes and forced the girl to keep her heels
close together and her toes pointed outward in a very wide “V”. To assure that
this position wasn’t compromised, an adjustable metal spreader bar attached to
her tanned legs, just above the knee. The chain loops around her legs kept her
close to the post and she was frozen in a strained posture that made her appear
to be doing deep knee bends with her knees pointing outward instead of forward.
    Boswick idly
tweaked Diane’s left nipple and she’d begun to cry, probably from the pain of
her stretched jaws but also from the thin triangle of wood that her crotch
rested upon. Nearly hidden by her overlapping lower lips and the flesh of her
thighs that the chains pushed aside as they dug into her legs, was the
insidious little wedge that she was forcibly required to sit on. Most of
Diane’s 113 pounds rested in her aching apex where her chained legs joined with
her sex and ass. The pressure on the thin, slightly rounded top edge of the
wedge was an additional agony which, when matched with what was happening to
her jaws and mouth, occupied the girl’s full attention.
    “Diane’s snotty
little tongue,” Mistress Wright illuminated for her audience, “is unfortunately
not visible to you all. But it has been properly engaged for the evening, let
me assure you all. Somewhere inside that log she’s so avidly chewing, is a
spring clip that has a good hold on her tongue. She will need a few days after
she gets free before she will be using that wicked instrument again. Now, my
friends, let us enjoy dinner.”
    The two leaders
of the riding school seated themselves and dinner began.
    Diane’s poor
tongue, drawn into a cavity inside the wooden log, was indeed held in place by
a strong metal clip that was in turn attached to the log itself. The clip was
spring-equipped and seemed to be able to pull steadily on her abused oral
appendage, no