The Golden Bondage Throne

Miranda wiggled against her restraints, since that was basically all should could do, sat upon the horse while its vibrations teased, edges and brought her over the edge time and time again erratically. Her ankle cuffs served to keep her well and truly secured to the horse while allowing her something to pull against to maintain her balance. Her breaths were short and rapid and this was exacerbated by the armbinder which cruelly forced her to lean forward into her tight corset and a thick dildo gag invaded her mouth and clamped her mouth shut tightly around it. Her eyes, however, remained uncovered, which almost made things worse since she could see how exposed she was to anyone seeing her. Fortunately, it seemed only servants and maids ever walked in, and seemed to go about their duties as normal, dutifully ignoring Miranda's pleas for help and screams of pleasure.

They'd eventually let her out, but only after she'd endured exactly an hour of this torment and not a minute before... Exactly as Miranda had instructed them.

Just like last time.