[Horse Ride] (Translation)

This happened a year ago. I was spending the summer at my uncle's ranch. He had bought the ranch a few years ago but hadn't done much with it. He still worked and lived in the small town, a three-hour drive from the ranch. The ranch was on a hill, a great place to kill time because it was very quiet and secluded. The ranch itself was over 200 acres, bordered by state-owned land on both sides, unclaimed. It was all in a valley with many streams flowing through it, and the surrounding hills were barren.

My uncle let me stay there for free during the summer, as long as I took care of the ranch. It wasn't difficult: mainly taking care of the horses and making sure the fields were irrigated. I spent most of my time sunbathing naked. I loved lying naked in the sun, where anyone could potentially see me. I'm five feet six inches, have a great figure, and a pair of beautiful breasts. I believe most people would be happy to see a beautiful, naked girl with her pubic area neatly shaved.

I've been trying to self-bind, and I've tried a few times on the ranch, but I've never been very excited. I find it difficult to tie myself up and maintain my focus for long enough. I've also tried swimming naked in the creek or walking naked on the ranch, but I've never been very excited either. I'd even tried riding a horse naked. Then one day, while brainstorming new ideas in the barn, an exciting thought struck me: I found an old saddle that my uncle had left over from when he bought the ranch. Since it wasn't something he'd brought with him, I knew I could use it without his knowledge. I took the saddle off the wall, grabbed two shovel handles from the tool shed (which I figured no one wanted), and went back to the barn.

The barn had the tools I intended to use. I used pliers to cut the top seven inches of the shovel handle. The handle was an inch in diameter with a rounded top, which would serve as a plug for inserting into my "hole." Then, I drilled two small holes in the bottom of the saddle and the bottom of the shovel handles to secure them with screws. I first placed the saddle on a wooden horse—a small crossbar—which I could use for cutting. Then I sat on it and adjusted the stirrups until, when I was on the saddle, legs outstretched and standing on tiptoe, I could only rise about four inches above the saddle. This would only alleviate the pain of being inserted, but wouldn't get me off. After adjusting the stirrups, I secured them with several turns of wire and tightened them with pliers. This way, if I wanted to change the saddle height, I would have to use pliers again.

After adjusting the saddle, I secured the shovel handle with two screws. These would be inserted into my vagina and anus when I mounted the saddle. Now only a few things remained. First, I needed to find a horse. There were several to choose from, and I decided on Colt, a beautiful black colt. I don't usually ride it because it tends to run off on its own and doesn't listen to you. I went to its enclosure, led it back to the barn, and tied it to a crossbeam. I planned to use the crossbeam to put myself on the saddle, as the stirrups weren't high enough to put myself on the plug. Finally, all that was left was to go back to the house to get some things. I was so excited!

Back at the house, a second idea came to me. I knew I couldn't dismount outside; the only way was to go back to the barn and use the crossbeam, or find a branch and walk naked across the field. I also knew that if anyone came, I could simply ride to another part of the pasture and I would be safe. This was too easy, so disappointing; I wanted to do something outrageous. So I went inside and found my backpack, which contained my toys and condoms.

I had hoped there would be some sexy guys at the nearby farm so I could have some midnight encounters this summer, but that was now just a pipe dream. I grabbed two condoms and some lubricant, and on a whim, I also grabbed a pair of handcuffs. Before leaving the house, I took the key to the handcuffs and a rope frozen in the ice. All summer I'd been using ice as a way to free myself; the key was tied to one end of the rope, which was coiled several times and frozen in the ice. When the ice melted, the rope would unfurl, and the key would drop a few feet.

With these things, I walked back to the barn, took off all my clothes, and piled them in a corner. Next, I took out a condom and wrapped it around the plug. The condom was the rough, bumpy kind. Then I applied some lubricant to the condom. That was pretty much it. I took out the key and loosely tied the other end of the rope around my neck. Then I handcuffed my left hand first. Finally, I put one foot on the stirrup to stand up, stretched, grabbed the crossbar, moved over the plug, swung my other leg over the saddle, and slowly lowered myself onto the plug. As my toes touched the saddle, I released the crossbar. Now I was standing on tiptoe, at least three inches of the plug inside me, my legs spread wide on either side of the horse.

Before I could think of anything else, I grabbed the reins and rode Colt to the open field. My calves were starting to burn, so I lowered my stance and sat fully inside the plug. God, I felt full! Every step the horse took transmitted through the plug to me. Controlling Colt, I decided to try something exciting. I kicked it to get it going. We galloped across the field. I bounced up and down within the plug's control, and by the time we got back to the barn, I was a little sore and completely wet.

When we reached the middle of the field, I carried out the final step of my plan. I tied the reins to the saddle so they wouldn't fall to the ground, while giving Colt enough room to turn whichever direction it preferred. Then I swiped the key cord behind my back, put my hands behind my back, and handcuffed my right hand. I was strapped to the horse until the ice melted, then I could untie my hands. I estimated it would only take about an hour, because the midday sun was really hot.

It was exhilarating, sitting naked on a horse, out of control. If someone came, not only could I not hide, but the horse would make things even more interesting. For that hour, I could do nothing but wait for the ice to melt. I sat there, feeling my sexual urges. I tried to sway from side to side to make the plug more comfortable inside me. During this process, my feet touched Colt, which it took as a signal to move. It began to stroll lazily while I writhed on the plug. Colt could go wherever it wanted.

It walked for about 10 minutes, then realized it was in control. I think it must have smelled my vaginal fluid, because it started to get excited. It started to trot back and forth. I was bounced up and down, trying to concentrate on sitting on the horse, but all I could think about was the plug moving inside me. Midway through, I had an orgasm. I groaned so loudly I thought the neighbors must have heard. Colt must have heard, because suddenly it went from a trot to full speed, the saddle repeatedly pounding my groin.

By the time I got the key and unlocked the handcuffs, we were on the other side of the pasture. My vagina was incredibly sore and sensitive from all the impact. The effort of sitting on the horse and the multiple orgasms had completely exhausted me. Trying to maintain my balance and having multiple orgasms, I was defeated. My hands were free, and I grabbed the reins and led the horse back to the barn. After finally getting the handcuffs off, I dismounted and took the saddle back to its enclosure with Colt.

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