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(This was a blog entry I originally wrote as Boregard80. But I don't see any reason to re-post it as Letthemride).
Not surprisingly, I'm deeply into the fantasy of letting girls and women ride
(at best: really hard) on a Wooden Horse. And I also know that I'm far from
being the only one attracted to this idea; many men fantasize about that. And
some women, too. (I even had a former girlfriend that was extremely into this
idea, and we often fantasized together letting women, and young girls, too,
ride hard - yes, she was also into the fantasy of disciplining and punishing
teen girls, even came up with the idea that there should be no age restriction
of punishing a girl with a brutal ride on the horse when she masturbated
without having being ordered to; as my girlfriend said, masturbating is
something quite mature, and thus every girl masturbating has to be punished
just like an adult woman. She really "radicalized" me concerning such
fantasies with her ideas ;-) But alas, that's another story to tell).
I'm getting off the point. Because this blog entry shall be about an
attempt to explain why the Wooden Horse is so attractive to some of us (or at
least, to me).
Let's start with something obvious: Done right, the Wooden Horse just
makes a girl's life a living hell. Let her ride some time, and her whole world
will only consist of this unbearable pain between her legs. Of course, this
rests upon the assumption that it is really done right. This means at least six
things: 1) The ridge of the Wooden Horse is rather small/sharp; it must be at
least small enough to easily split her labia minora (and that this is the case
has to be made sure when letting a girl ride); 2) The horse has the typical
triangular shape (which will result in also squashing the girl's labia between
the sides of the horse and the girl's thighs, adding to the overall pain); 3)
The girl is bound in a strappado, or is tied up in another way that ensures
that she has to lean forward, so that the pressure will be concentrated on her
clitoris; 4) Her legs must be quite off the floor (even not allowing
tiptoeing). 5) There are additional weights bound to her legs, at least 10 kg
per leg; 6) The girl has to ride long enough (we are not talking about BDSM
here, where, on top, rides last for ten minutes or the like!)
Of course, a Wooden Horse ride can be extremely painful even if some of
these conditions are not (fully) met. And this will be surely one of the
reasons one can be attracted to it - provided one is into sadistic or
masochistic fantasies at all! Further, extreme pain is instrumental for
disciplining and "educating" a girl in the way I outlined in my first
blog or the "About me" section.
But this can only be a necessary condition for the attraction, not a
sufficient one. This is because there are also other ways of delivering
excruciating pain to the female body. Now, one might argue that it is this fact
plus the fact that it is the most private and sensitive part of the female body
that is punished with a horse ride - esp. this one little organ that can give
girls so much pleasure.
While this is of course true - a horse ride really punishes a central
asset of the womanhood of a girl -, and may add intensively to the attraction
I'm trying to explain here, it is still not a "unique selling point".
Clamping a girls clitoris with a sharp biting alligator clip (and I'm not
talking about clamping her clitoral hood, but really her clitoral glans!) will
also produce 1) absolute extreme pain that 2) originates in a quite intimate
part of the females body. A harsh caning or whipping of the tender insides of
her vulva will also result in much pain, also done to an original female part
of the body.
Perhaps, then, it is something I wrote lately in one of the comments of
a picture: The Wooden Horse is just a perfect instrument to torture, punish and
discipline women and girls; the female anatomy and the shape of a “real”
(means: rather sharp) Wooden Horse are so perfectly fitting into each other
that one may think a malevolent and misogynic god had created both of them with
this specific use in mind. In the words of a fellow commentator: they are made
for each other. And this is something more specific to the horse as, for
example, the alligator clip or the whip.
A further reason that is not shared with other instruments of punishing
women and girls is the simple fact that once you tied a girl on the horse, you
don't have to do anything (of course, you could, e.g. additionally whip the
poor girls breasts!). She will suffer without you doing anything (or, if you
want to be philosophically more correct, without you doing anything that
relieves her from her pain, i.e. forbone any action that would stop her pain).
And this also means that her pain will not stop until someone takes her down.
One cannot whip a girl for a real long time (except perhaps by changing persons
whipping her from time to time); but one can let her ride effortlessly for
several hours, if one likes to. This adds, I think, heavily to the helplessness
of the girl, increasing emotional pain/despair.
Finally, there could be a simple "aesthetic" argument: It is
just erotically beautiful to see a naked girl "sitting" (though it's
not really sitting, as "sitting" involves the buttocks; it's more
"balancing" on an extremely small part of the body) on the horse,
nicely tied, her legs spread wide, and it is clearly visible how the sharp edge
of the horse disappears between her labia. Seeing her pain-contorted face, and
hearing her crying, sobbing and pleading, adds to this aesthetic experience.
So, I think these different reasons (extreme pain; pain directed to the
"girly parts" of a girls body; the - coincidentally? - perfect
fitting of this torture device with the female anatomy; the fact you don't have
to take further actions after tying her on the horse; the increase of despair
of the girls; the aesthetics of a girl riding the horse) taking together may
explain the attraction I, and possibly others, have concerning the Wooden Horse
as an instrument of torture for girls and women.
Do you agree, or do you see other important reasons
I forgot to reflect upon?
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