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Next Iris finds herself getting prepped for a long ride on the Wooden . I'd been wanting to get someone up on the rail and have them ride it as long as they possibly could. She's not coming off until she says the safeword. After putting her in a box tie with a little rope around the neck I pick her up and place her onto the . Right away she doesn't like it. She's afraid to put her legs down. I tell her too but she says she feels like she's going to fall off. Worry is all over her face. I tie a rope from her box tie to the ceiling and stand back for the ride. Within seconds we hear her say, "Ow! That hurts really bad". I look at her and say, "I know". She starts to shake, sometimes violently. I put a ring gag in her face hole. As the drool begins to cover her chest I begin flogging her titties. She cries out in pain, confused at how she can remain sitting on the and take this flogging in the chest without falling off the rail. She gets hit again. She tries to talk but we can't understand her. She gets her tits flogged to the point she can't stand it anymore. The drool just never stops being one long strand reaching from the bottom of her face hole to her chest. When she gets smacked again she tries desperately to tell me it hurt but she can't seem to form the words, she can't stop heaving to get a breath. She's desperate. Her titties hurt so bad she ask me to flog her ass instead. I make her beg for it. And then the strike hits her. I can just make out her telling me, "Oh god, that hurt really bad". I can see she's trying to gain some comfort, she's lifting her ass up trying to assuage the pain. That's when I let her know I'm going to leave her on the until she says the safeword. And so we stand back and watch, we just watch her sit there, trying to get comfortable, attempting to find a way to rest on this rail without it digging into her cunt, her pelvic bone or the crack of her ass. She shakes up there. The look on her face is one of consumption. Consumed with worry and desperation. The drool flushes from her mouth as the whole of her chest is wet and damp with spit. She lets me know she'd like a cigarette. I light two and shove them up her nostrils, cover her mouth and tell her to enjoy them. She's still shaking.