#MasturbationMonday – Medical Edge Play #BDSM

Masturbation Monday

Hello and welcome to another edition of Masturbation Monday – that day of the week where we talk dirty and write dirtier. I’m going back to the first book in the Pony Tales Series today and including a snippet from ‘The Riding School.’

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The Riding School

‘Give me five minutes and then you can wake sleeping beauty up. There’s no point having her conscious before absolutely necessary.’

‘No arguments here, I’ll just finish my coffee and have a look through her paperwork.’

Hetty didn’t bother to respond, already too absorbed in the tools around her. On her trolley she placed one gleaming pump action bottle of silky smooth lubricant, the thin version rather than the nasty, thick, sticky stuff. Next she added a 12 inch ruled glass dildo, of the slimmest size available and placed the medium next to it for good measure; she couldn’t be running back and forth for things at her age. A black, inflatable dildo followed and that completed the necessary equipment for the vaginal exam bar a stainless steel speculum and some long cotton swabs. The rectal exam would follow with similar equipment, just much smaller in size. She brought the items back into the tack room and smiled when she saw that Agnes had brought back a couple of plastic tubs, one with warm water inside. Dropping the two speculums into the tub of water, she changed her gloves for a fresh pair and waited for the smelling salts to do their thing.

Agnes didn’t have to wave the rather potent bottle of salts under Jenny’s nose for long before her eyes snapped open. Then a gaggle of incoherent would-be screaming followed.

‘She’s all yours, Hetty.’ Agnes picked up her notepad once more.

Jenny eyes goggled as rubber coated fingers began to exam her groin, brushing through her pubic hair to inspect the underlying skin beneath, pushing and pressing into the flesh, separating her labia majora and raising the hood of her clitoris to touch the little nub beneath. A moan escaped through her gag, she couldn’t help herself. What on earth was wrong with her?

‘A Brazilian wax definitely seems to be the fashion of choice at the moment,’ commented Hetty, ‘although I think you’ll look much prettier when you’ve been properly readied for pony play and all that nasty hair is removed.’

Agnes nodded her head in agreement. ‘It helps for your trainer to be able to see when you’re aroused, too. There is nothing like a little pony that’s hot to trot with glisteningly wet and swollen labia.’

Hetty squirted a thin trail of lubricant on two of her fingers before slowly parting her subject’s inner lips and sliding them inside her vagina. She checked Jenny’s uterus and ovaries and the surrounding skin for abnormalities, such as cysts or lesions. ‘Right, that all seems to be fine.’

Taking the larger speculum out of the warm water, she dried it on a piece of clean white linen and slowly slid it into Jenny’s vagina. It slid in easily but her patient began to struggle furiously once more.

Agnes put two fingers to the carotid artery on Jenny’s neck and checked for her pulse. ‘She’s going into overdrive again. I think we need a little relaxant, if you know what I mean.’

Hetty smiled and withdrew the speculum slowly, placing back in the water. ‘A freebie? Hmm, well just this once, I suppose.’ Hetty’s thumb and fingers went back to their earlier position, separating the outer lips and pulling the hood of the clitoris back to expose its slightly swelling occupant. With her free hand she managed to squeeze a dollop of lubricant onto the tip of her index finger in a one-handed motion – it was amazing what you could do with years of practice – and applied light pressure to the tip of Jenny’s clitoris. Just a few seconds of pressure and then she began slow, circular movements which teased the little nub into life.

Agnes came alongside to help with the ruled glass dildo. She rested it at the entrance of Jenny’s vagina and applied light pressure. It wouldn’t be able to slide in until its subject had become thoroughly aroused.

Hetty continued her attentions, light little taps, soft palpations and then a little bit harder, rubbing in quick concentric circles.

A long, thin line of dribble began to seep from Jenny’s lips as she began to moan helplessly.

‘I think our little pony likes to play,’ said Agnes, winking at her colleague.

‘Oh, I suspect she’s played many times before. Her paperwork states that she brings home a different man nearly every day of the week and I suspect it’s not business related. The forms state that our little pony here has never even managed to get a job, let alone hold one down, due to laziness mostly.’

‘Well, laziness isn’t a trait that will be tolerated here and I’m sure she’ll soon mend her naughty ways,’ said Agnes thoughtfully.

Jenny barely heard any of the conversation that was going on. Her buttocks had begun to bounce up and down on the leather horse with rhythmic frequency and her breasts were bouncing in unison with proudly erect, straining nipples. Heat had begun to pool within her face, turning it a deep shade of plum. She was beginning to breathe heavily through her nose and was clenching her fingers tightly inside her palms.

‘Oh we’ve got movement on the dildo,’ said Agnes. It was beginning to slide quite comfortably inside the slippery lips placed before it and if possible, Jenny went a shade darker in colour as she felt the cold glass begin to penetrate. Whilst Henrietta continued to masturbate the trainee, Agnes gave the dildo a little more pressure in encouragement and was rewarded when it began to sink inside its occupant.

‘Six inches and counting, Hetty,’ she said.

Hetty now placed two fingers upon Jenny’s clitoris and intensified the speed of movement.

‘Seven inches.’

Agnes began to pump the dildo in and out as Jenny raised her backside off the leather. ‘She’s going to make the most wonderful pony girl. Just look at the expression on her face.’

Hetty turned her attention back to her subject’s face and was quite surprised to see a meek little submissive, almost ashamed of the orgasm she was about to have, panting and heaving for breath whilst nearly foaming at the mouth. Indeed she looked quite tortured in the throes of passion and any Master would be extremely pleased with that particular look during training. Hetty’s fingers found their final rhythm and with a measured pressure, they would send the pony girl off to ‘O’ land in a few seconds.

‘Eight inches and we’re stopping. It won’t budge any further,’ said Agnes.

‘She’ll need to work on that. Eight inches won’t do at all.’

Agnes nodded.

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