Back and forth.
In rythmic motion.
Again, and again.
Back and forth it rocks, in steady motion, as you, mounted upon it, moan and drool from your ball-gag.
Daddy's birthday gift was certainly more for his amusement than yours, though you were certainly not unrewarded, just not on your terms. Daddy always dictated the terms, and you...well you were always easily bent to his will.
He's dressed you up like a cute doll in white stockings with pink bows, a pink leather collar, and white mittens, which are bound behind your back. Your thighs and ankles are tightly strapped to the horse, keeping you in place. Atop your head is a large pink girly bow, matched by the pink ball-gag stuffing your mouth.
You look like a doll. Daddy's little fuckdoll.
You had thought Daddy was just making you ride a rocking horse, that you could retain some control of yourself, but, as you were now discovering, it was a rocking horse with a sybian cleverly built into it. Bound to the horse, there was zero escape from the sybian's overpowering dirge, its intense vibrations surging up into your honeypot and eviscerating your self-control.
Daddy gave you no respite. He had no time for niceties. You squirmed on the stimulating steed, becoming an entertaining ornament.
Back and forth.
You dribble drool from the large pink gag stuffing and stretching your mouth, struggling to even hold even a single thought as your pussy throbs and pulsates.
The motion, combined with the merciless stimulation between your thighs, creates a circular, inescapable rythm. Your squirming on the horse makes it rock back and forth, as your body behaves as Daddy's dumb marionette.
Pleasure courses through your body, exploding upwards from your twat, rendering your eyes glazed and dumb. The vacant expression of a bimbo, as the demands of your pussy forbid any thinking. Every minute on the rocking horse makes you dumber and wetter, and needier.ĺ
Daddy looks upon you and smiles, as you brainlessly rock back and forth, drooling from your gag like an idiot, a slave to your primal lusts, his adorable dumb fuckdoll, unable to defy what you are.
You rock back and forth, tits bouncing amusingly as you moan helplessly, as the rocking horse slowly but surely melts your brain and molds your purpose, becoming a vacuous toy for Daddy, who smiles at you and levers at you, his amusing, dumb little toy.