<div class="floatright">(https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/f/04fd85f8-26e8-4c1b-ad91-4015c600383e/ddnn82s-a7766271-8f5c-46cc-bcb2-035ad27b2c54.jpg?token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJzdWIiOiJ1cm46YXBwOjdlMGQxODg5ODIyNjQzNzNhNWYwZDQxNWVhMGQyNmUwIiwiaXNzIjoidXJuOmFwcDo3ZTBkMTg4OTgyMjY0MzczYTVmMGQ0MTVlYTBkMjZlMCIsIm9iaiI6W1t7InBhdGgiOiJcL2ZcLzA0ZmQ4NWY4LTI2ZTgtNGMxYi1hZDkxLTQwMTVjNjAwMzgzZVwvZGRubjgycy1hNzc2NjI3MS04ZjVjLTQ2Y2MtYmNiMi0wMzVhZDI3YjJjNTQuanBnIn1dXSwiYXVkIjpbInVybjpzZXJ2aWNlOmZpbGUuZG93bmxvYWQiXX0.ph-3HwiPc0OmaLmpyoQs6J98SYlWynZCgswSaO_4QIU)</div>The Hellhound spits in the tax collectors direction in response to her words. But he also knew that he was pushing his luck. Better to get the supplies and then decide on what they were doing and quickly. Once the tax collector was completely gone he turns to look upon her with a disapproving look. She clearly knew she had hindered the both of them immensely and already the wheels were running through his head on exactly how to punish the lovely slave. She knew that sexual frustration were the bane of her existence and perhaps he should use pleasure instead of pain as a means to shame her.<br/><br/>Thinking it over he came to a decision. Since they were near the stables he would guide her along until he had his horse.<strong>"Mount the saddle of my horse"</strong>He said with a stern tone of voice. It was time to buy some silken ropes and guiding his horse along, he would do just that. Immediately he puts hits rope to use, binding her hands together and then tethering her to the saddles front grip. Then he snakes the rope taut betwixt her legs so the silk was essentially rubbing over her slit and her clit. He tethers this to the straps of the saddle bags and thus his method of punishing her could begin, she'd ride naked with the motions making her hips rub over the silky smooth bindings and giving her small pangs of pleasure that he hoped would slowly give way to a deep personal shame that she was getting aroused in open displays, and that she couldn't hide this pleasurable shame from observing eyes.<br/><br/>He halts midway through this and then runs two strands of rope over towards her nipples and ties a little bow around each perfectly hardening nipple, in order to add a subtle jaunt and friction to her bosom. He was letting the silk of the ropes and smooth leathers of the saddle do the work of arousing her whilst the others watch on. Should he hear or observe her start to reach a climax he stops the horse and lets her calm down. Then continues onwards. In short a sweet and cruel pleasure that made her face immodesty, honesty and shame for her transgression. During the shopping trip of extra waterskis and water, extra feed and food for both mount and rider, she would endure this until they arrived finally at the inn.