She pawed the ground and pulled towards the bench. Peter smiled, 'What do you want Lady? Over here, is that it?' She nodded twice and pawed the ground again then, nodding at the bench and the spot in the centre of the two cameras, went behind the bench and made futile attempts at pushing it with her hip. Peter laughed, 'Wonderful! You're really getting the hang of this. You'd like me to lie down on the floor and rest the workbench on me?' He was being deliberately obtuse. 'No, I'd like to place your balls in there and tighten the vice, you sod!' she thought. Smiling, and giving her a playful pat on her rump that made her squeal in pain, he relented and dragged the bench to the centre as requested then stood besides it. 'Now what?' Lucinda slowly trotted around Peter with an exaggerated wiggle of her hips and playfully butted him on the loins each time she passed. After two laps she backed into him and rubbed her rear on his ever-hardening bulge then, skipping off, made another lap and repeated the manoeuvre. After two more laps she felt him press his erection onto her covered vulva and she made a step towards the bench, trying to look back at him over her shoulder. 'I must try and hide these damned blinkers,' she thought as she angled her head in jerks like a magpie looking for insects. Thankfully, he sauntered up behind her and cupped her breasts in his hands then gently stroked the swollen aureolae just below the clamps. This had the effect of making her limbs go weak and she flopped back onto him whereupon he started to nibble her neck and shoulders. He slid his right hand down over her narrow waist to her naked belly and gently stroked and patted her pubis and its tight leather parting. This was transmitted directly to her clitoris with immediate results. She moaned and pulled away then flopped onto the padded top of the bench. Recent memories of her beating flashed through her mind and she felt her buttocks and thighs start to burn again. Riding on the sensation, she sinuously ground her hips onto the end of the bench and raised her tail as far as she could. A quick glance at the screen showed her divided cheeks and lips revealed with every swing. She maintained the rhythm, increasing the amplitude of her oscillations. Interestingly the camera also picked up the glistening wetness around the base of the dildo. 'If Peter was a stallion, he'd have his nose up there by now,' she pondered. Peter had not missed the hint but appeared to have something else in mind to put into her. She saw him staring, entranced, at her swaying tail and unzip his trousers before stepping out of them and his underpants in one move. Side on, he looked divine. They often joked that his prick was the length of the difference in their heights and life's challenge was to give her this difference as many times as possible. To this end, six foot five inches of solid man with seven inches of solid manhood pointed in her direction like a cruise missile on its final approach. Instead of embedding and detonating though, he squatted and kissed the wheals on her buttocks, his tongue moving to the tops of her thighs and the growing sheen of moisture. She moaned again and parted her thighs to encourage further exploration. The infuriating centre strap prevented further access and she shuffled her feet in frustration. Peter slid a hand under her belly and she raised herself slightly to allow him to unfasten it whereupon he tugged it down and unhooked the end on the ring at her perineum. The big, wobbly dildo started to slide from her and she made no attempt to stop it. Peter caught it just before it hit the floor. She watched him rub the juices over his glans and put the now cuckolded phallus to his nose. 'Mmmm' he commented, 'this filly's in heat.' 'Heat?' she thought, 'Heat? You're staring Vesuvius in the eye and you call it simply heat!' He threw the sopping dildo over to the table and positioned himself by her gasping vulva. Taking the reins in both hands, he took up the slack until Lucinda's nipples started to throb. She arched her back to free her breasts and he took up the extra slack that caused the amazing sensations her breasts to radiate down her torso. 'Does this filly want servicing?' he enquired giving the reins a tug and easing the tip of his penis between her desperate lips. 'Oh God, and some!' she silently screamed and gave a feeble whimper. 'Yee ha!' he cried and, one hand holding the reins rodeo style, drove into her until she felt his balls bang against the top of her labia. 'Not bad for an Ivy League guy from Westborough, MA,' she thought and smiled to herself, 'God Bless America and my beloved Master.' Later, when she recalled the morning, she concluded that she must have been in a continuous state of near climax since her beating. He simply reached down and barely touched her clitoris before she shuddered into spasm after spasm with her squeals of delight barely muffled by the bit. Thankfully sparing her over engorged clit and tortured nipples, he gripped the waistband of her harness and fucked her like a steam hammer until he also screamed at his zenith and she felt him pulsate inside her. He flopped down on top of her, panting. Eventually, without withdrawing, he pushed himself up on his arms and said breathlessly, 'Lucky Lady, you sure are some ride!' She just smiled at her clone on the screen who, fully serviced and utterly content, smiled back.