Part 36 (2/2)

”You realize that you two are going to have s.e.x for me, right?”

She took a deep breath. Still wanting desperately to protest. She slowly nodded.

”Because you are going to sit there and get slapped unless you do as you are told. Right?”

She nodded again.

”So. Don't you think that you should be thinking about that nude woman currently tied to that chair over there?”

Another look of confusion crossed her face. Not wanting to answer but knowing she had to. She nodded again.

I stroked her short blonde hair. ”Good girl.”

Her face flushed. I could see her wanting to turn her face away in shame, but knew the consequences. Her nipples knew the consequences.

”Now. Do you want those clothespins off your b.r.e.a.s.t.s?”

A big nod. Easy to tell the truth here.

”How about having your ankles loosened?”

Another huge nod.

”Do you want to make love to Julie?”

A look of confusion crossed her face. Tears welling up again. She slowly nodded. Thinking that this was the answer I wanted. I knew that she was lying. I gave her a light slap. Not even enough to really feel compared to the others, but enough for her to know that she had done something wrong. Tears welled up in her eyes again. Afraid. Not knowing what the h.e.l.l I wanted from her. Not being able to ask.

She slowly shook her head. Negative.

”Kara. I just want the truth. I know that you don't want to make love to her. I still am going to enjoy watching you do it, but I know that you don't want to.”

She nodded. Slowly. Tears falling. She understood. She understood the pain of the slaps.

”Now. I gave you a chance to get those clothespins off your b.r.e.a.s.t.s once before. By begging. And you messed it up. So I guess that you'll have to live with them for a while. You want to beg to have your ankles loosened?”

She closed her eyes and nodded.

”You can speak now.”

No hesitation this time. ”Oh G.o.d. Please. I'm begging you. I can't feel my toes. They're numb. I don't want to lose them. I'm afraid. There's no circulation at all. I'll get down on my knees if you'll let me.”

”Beg Jane. Not me.”

Confusion crossed her face. But she was beginning to see that disobedience caused discomfort and punishment. Whether it made any sense to her or not. And she really was worried about her feet. That I could see. She was trying desperately to twist in her ankle ropes, trying to find somewhere to allow some circulation. There simply wasn't any position because of the tightness of the ropes. She could barely even twist her ankles.

”Jane? Please? I'm begging for my feet. Please? The ropes on my ankles. They are too tight. Oh G.o.d. I'm going to lose my feet. I don't want to lose them. Please. Have mercy on me. I'm not asking to be released. Just loosened. Just a bit. Please? Let me have circulation? I'm begging you.”

I turned to Jane. Still on her knees behind Julie.

”Jane? You think that you can loosen these things with your hands cuffed?”

”It will take me a while. But if she cooperates ...” Jane's voice trailed off.

”You going to cooperate?” I turned to Kara.

”Yes, sir.”

”Come here, Jane.”

She rose to her bare feet and padded over to the desk. I had her raise her hands and I released her handcuffs letting them dangle from her left wrist. She immediately knelt and gasped as she saw the pair of blue bare feet in front of her. Her fingers immediately began to work at the knots. They were my knots so she didn't have as much trouble as if she'd tied them. In a few minutes, Kara's right foot was free of the chair leg. I watched as the pink colour returned to her lower extremity. Tears of relief dripped down her face. Jane worked on her left foot while I talked to her.

”Kara?”

She looked at me. Almost defeated.

”Are you sorry about the handcuffs?”

She slowly nodded. I actually believed that she was.

Her left foot came free of the ropes. She flexed her toes. The colour returning to her left foot as well.

Suddenly she gasped. Pain crossing her face. Pulling at her handcuffs. Tears of pain crawling down her cheeks again.

”Please. Oh G.o.d,” she gasped out. ”My feet. Oh my G.o.d. My feet.”

”What's the matter?”

”Tingling. Pins and needles. Oh G.o.d. I can't take it.” Trying to hold her bare feet still against the floor.

”Janey? Ma.s.sage her feet.”

”Sir? That will hurt her.”

”I know. Kara? You keep your feet still for Jane. Okay?”

”Oh G.o.d. Please don't touch .... G.o.d. Oh G.o.d. Please. I'll do anything you want. They f.u.c.king hurt. Please make her stop. Oooowwwwwww.”

I let the woman suffer, eventually Jane's fingers ma.s.saging the blood back into the poor woman's feet. I could see the relief flow into her features as the pain faded.

”Jane. Retie them. But not as tight. Okay?”

Jane nodded and I hopped off the desk, leaving the tormented women to finish. I crouched in front of Julie. My forearms easily rested on her bare thighs. Christi was still kneeling there, stroking the girl. She'd raised up on her knees and was stroking the girl's long brown hair with her cuffed hands.

”Julie?”

She was still quietly sobbing. Probably scared by what I'd done to Kara.

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