He was trying to be soft and soothing.

I couldn't believe it.

Quite a change from the monster he was only seconds ago.

But that was okay.

I'd accept it.

I'd take it and accept it, if that's what he had to offer.

And now…

Now there was nothing left for me but to let him untie my bonds, and then have my hands quickly done behind my back.

"God…"

"Yes, darling… there's more… kneel on the pedestal."

He had a small pedestal set up on the side of the horse.

I wasn't sure what it was for, except I knew that when I put my pretty stockinged knees on it, the cushions made my legs fell better.

That was something for me to be grateful for.

My hands were tied tightly behind me, and my lovely tits pressed against the warm leather of the saddle.

"Now what," I said humbly.

"Now, let's see… you've made quite a mess here… haven't you…"

I didn't have the benefit of any underwear, so when my pussy spasmed, it was all that I could do to get that thing soaking wet…

"Lick it dry. Use your tongue and lick that saddle that you soiled dry. Hurry up!"

There was an urgency in his tone which warned me, quite effectively, that any delay on my part would result in more punishment.

More of the same that I'd already experienced.

Well, what can I say?

I didn't want that…

I didn't want it at all…

So I made it my business to do exactly what he wanted…

I leaned over the saddle and stuck my tongue out as far as it could go…

And began to lick up my own juices…

It was indescribable…

Really…

They way I went over and did the thing…

I took long strokes of my stuff off it, and the flavor of the pungent leather, combined with my own dewy cum put a hot glow on my face…