" Her fingers trailed along my backside, her sharp nails closing around my testicles and pricking them oh, so gently." Her fingers trailed along my backside, her sharp nails closing around my testicles and pricking them oh, so gently. "They did a good job shaving you." She tugged on the leash again and I was led to a wide marble pillar that was illuminated clearly by the sun streaming in from the huge single-pane windows. It was also warmed by that sun, and she pulled me to feet and ordered me against it. "Arms around." I complied, and felt fetters being secured around my wrists. These were pulled up and away from me, wrapping my arms around the pillar and holding me against it. My legs were pushed apart I was secured to the pillar by those as well. Off balance yet restrained, I waited. "This is a whipping hall, slave. And now it's your turn." She stood back and I waited. "No, wait," she said. There was a pause, and then she took a bit and secured it to my mouth and tied it tightly in the back. "Not interested in your protestations, slave." She stood away again. The bit bit into the corners of my mouth. |