He saw the horse embodiment from a sexual fetish for delighting with sexual connotations, although a gelding, when he scents a mare, or mare urine, he...will try to mount a mare.Whether a gelding or stallion, a mind held in a curse, after having mated with three mares, doing each three or more mountings each, his life force shall meld with the equine body, ceasing to be your friend, and becoming a common, ignorant, farm animal.Now then as for you," he said, as reaching past my face he took hold. It was already almost hard. I did not need any spit. Pre-cum was already dripping from the top of it in anticipation.She picked up the camera and snapped picture after picture of me. Some she shot in the mirror to get us both in it. She had me suck her rubber cock. “Get it wet, slut boy, or I will fuck you up dry and have you walking oddly for days!” I gagged on it in my attempts to please her and do as she told me. Then she moved behind me and grabbed a pair of rubber gloves like old. The days leading up to the decision were awkward. A frost had descended on every conversation they had. Words were difficult to form without them continuing into some kind of argument. Helen felt alone and she had no idea what was going through Robert’s head at all.Then he told her; in front of the mirror. Not the dance floor mirror where he used to smile and lust after her. No, this was the bathroom mirror with its stains of toothpaste in the corner and cabinet full of pills behind. That was. Mistress flicked at my nipples before squeezing them hard as I cried out in pain. She walked over to a rack returning with a blindfold and gag. Strapping the gag tightly around my mouth, another strap under my chin and over my head. Next came a blindfold over my eyes. There was more pulling on my nipples as something was attached, the longer it was on both my nipples the more it hurt, I tried to cry out. I could now hear a buzzing knowing just what it was, as my inner thighs were being tickled.