**Bridled**

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I’d never done this before. Not really. Ava had the bridle in her hand, a copper bit glinting under the dim red lights of her dungeon. She smirked, leaning against the doorframe, watching me shift on the padded restraint table. “Nervous?” she asked, flipping the leather straps like a switchblade. I swallowed. My cock was already hard, pressed against the cold leather harness she’d forced me into. “You tell me,” I said. She laughed, low and rough, like gravel under a tire. “You let me tell you everything.”

The bridle fit tight, the bit thick in my mouth. Ava adjusted the straps, tugging my head back until my spine arched. Her fingers were cold against my neck, her nails pressing into my hairline. “Look at you,” she whispered. “Such a good little pony.” I tasted metal and desperation. She snapped the straps one last time, locking my head in place. My vision blurred, the room spinning as she leaned close. “Kneel,” she ordered. I dropped to my hands and knees, the floor vibrating under my palms. My balls hung low, the harness cutting into my thighs. She stood behind me, her thighs brushing my shoulders as she climbed onto my back.

Her hands found my shoulders, and then she was riding me like a bull—slow, deliberate circles at first. I grunted against the bit, my jaw aching as her hips ground into my spine. “Breathe through it,” she commanded. Her fingers tightened in my hair, yanking my head back as she increased her pace. The first slap of her hand across my ass echoed through the room. I bucked, but the restraints held me firm. “No. Let me move you,” she hissed. She smacked me again, harder, and I whimpered around the bit.

She fumbled with something at her waist—a whip, maybe. My skin prickled as the first lash slid across my shoulders. The sting was sharp, immediate. I arched, but Ava held me down with her knees, pinning my hips to the floor. “Bad pony,” she purred. The whip came again, this time carving a red line across my ass. I felt it bloom instantly, the heat seeping into the ache in my cock. She was riding me now, not just with her body but with every strike, every command. “Look at how you beg for it,” she said, her breath hot in my ear. Her thighs trembled against my shoulders as she rode faster, her clit rubbing against the base of my spine.

She reached between my legs, teasing my hole with a finger. I shuddered, the humilation of it—being handled like a toy, a beast to be tamed. “I want you to come,” she said, her voice a rough growl. “But only if I let you.” Her finger pressed deeper, slick and warm. I moaned, the bit muffling my sound. She smacked me again, harder than before, and I erupted. Cum shot through the restraints, hot and useless, as Ava howled above me. Her hands dug into my hair, her knees locking around my waist. I felt her pulse against my back, felt the heat of her orgasm seep into my skin like a brand.

She collapsed beside me, her chest heaving. The bridle was gone in seconds, her fingers unfastening the straps with practiced ease. I choked on air, my throat raw. “You did good,” she said, wiping sweat from her brow. I lay there, dazed, until she pushed herself up and offered me a hand. I took it, my limbs shaky. “You want more?” she asked. I didn’t answer. Truth was, I didn’t know. The ache in my jaw, the sting on my ass, the phantom burn of the whip—it all throbbed like a second heartbeat. She smiled. “Check out the video section here,” she said, tapping her phone. “I bet there’s things I haven’t even tried with you.”

Later, as I dressed in the dim light, she tossed me a bottle of lube. “Aftercare’s important,” she said. I sat cross-legged on the floor, letting her oil my wrists and shoulders. Her touch was softer now—warm, almost maternal. “You’re a mess,” she said, her thumb tracing the welts on my back. I didn’t deserve it, the kindness after the punishment. “I didn’t even make you wear the tail,” she added, laughing. I groaned. Some parts of this I’d never get used to. “More next time?” she asked, and I nodded, my tongue swollen from the bit. She kissed my cheek, then pushed me toward the door. “Oh, and if you want to read about other things folks like,” she called after me, “there’s a bunch of stories here.” I paused, glancing back. Her dungeon was already lit for the next someone. Meant to be.