Okay, how to focus though. Music. Let's sync to a song, any song.
\ What's playing? No matter, left-right-left-right-left-right-left-right...

I'm slightly out of breath now, but I can't stop or slow down.

Left-right-left-right-left-right-left-right-left-right-left-right-left-right.

I try to ignore arousal with all my might, but the work is monotonous, and
\ I can't keep myself from dreaming. I can't. Left-right? Left?

I shake my head with energy. FOCUS. Pop songs won't do, what I need is a march.

Left-right-left-right-left-right-left-right-left-right-left-right-left-right-left-right-left-right-left-right-left-right-left-right-left-right-left-right.

Now I'm seriously tired, legs also. What started as slight resistance now feels
\ like I'm cycling uphill and against wind. I start to stand up to press
\ the pedals with the weight of my body. That's not good, not good at all,
\ I will be completely out of energy in five minutes.

"Let's squeeze you out then." -- reading thoughts now? Oh, Master, you're
\ the best. This useless pony doesn't deserve you.

The method of squeezing is simple, he whips my tits in rhythm. THAT FEELS
\ SO GOOD and also does provide incentive to keep cycling for just a bit
\ longer. And a bit longer. And a bit longer again. And again. But all
\ things come to an end and here I am now, completely unable to continue.
\ He whips me a couple more times to no effect except me jerking and we are done.

At least I'm less horny now because of exhaustion. I wouldn't expect I've
\ passed this test honestly, I guess "something good" is reserved for good ponies.

"Unacceptable." -- yeah, thought so. -- "You will be punished."

He pulls me from the bike and drops on the floor. Well, more like it's that
\ I drop like a sack of potatoes while he helps me not to hit my head.
\ He also removes my blindfold.

I suck on the gag. I'm very tired but also very happy.

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