Chapter Ten
Capped Twin Turrets
“Today’s ride is designed to improve your seat and your contact with your n*****s as sites for extra stimulus,” said the Mistress Wright, looking quite serious over her half framed spectacles. She peered at Dori who was again bound in the saddle over Samson’s monstrous hulk. The dreams of the night before suddenly came back to Dori as she sat rigidly upright in the saddle, only half listening to the Head.
“Most authorities on s****l stimulus agree that there is a strong tie, (no pun intended,)” she smirked, “between what goes on in your head and what your cunt and your butt and n*****s are telling you. For example, as I’m now demonstrating, your n*****s harden quite readily as they are gently massaged. You see?” she asked pointedly, staring closely at the
