Done, I stand back and admire her. She’ll learn on her own not to buck, lest she break her wrists. XXX “I don’t believe you.” I reach into the bucket and pull out two half pound weights, clipping them onto the clamps. I stop before making her feel too good. Try again.” With crop in hand I walk over to her, letting her see the length of leather I hold. Tracy shrieks at the pain from her wrists and from making her nipples dance from the weight bouncing around. I desperately need to be tortured. Every time you speak you must reaffirm anything I’ve said with the statement of your answer. Do you like it, Rapewhore?”
Tracy eyes the block. My training with Tracy is only just beginning.
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