......good....I'll take her down and put her away to 'hang around' for a while.......you tend to linda for a while........she LIKES this "loose in the trays" gig..........." and with that, Marla walked back toward the sagging, still sweating and now slightly shuddering blond in the blocks and rams. As Master Paul walked up close to the hanging linda, doubled up and bound tightly into her "kneeling trays" and up as high as the overhead hoist could take her, she raised her head up......He gave a slight shudder as He viewed an angry red welt across her cheek. Straining, she tried to smile, ever so slightly, back at Him...but the effort was sort of pathetic....she looked, for all the world, like whipped, wet, straining and hurt puppy dog. Reaching up into the trolley drawer, He retrieved the control box and slowly lowered her down to the the floor where He discon- nected the hook from the D-Ring in the broad strap, raised the hook and cable back up and pushed the trolley back out of the way. Carefully, He released the broad leather strap that bound linda into the trays and from which she had been suspended and threw it over her back onto the floor on the other side of her. Next He disconnected the link between her cuffed wrists on her back and then, finally, He unbuckled the two broad, black leather straps on either leg and tray that held her down tight, kneeling in them. Placing His hands in her armpits, He raised her to sitting position in the trays, knees together and let her rest for a while, watching her carefully. She kept her head down and said not a word to Him. When she was upright He could see a small amount of dried blood on her left nipple and surmised that the nipple ring had torn her flesh. After a few minutes of rest, He took linda's hands in His and helped her off the elevated trays, to stand before Him, naked, head down and eyes lowered. |