Sl*ve Bramble had gone so long without any punishment from her mistress, Miss Purr, that at last the moment had come. Had her Mistress truly found the time to indulge her with attention and remind her what real punishment felt like?

Bramble lay on the floor with her elbows and legs bound like a frog, and the moment her Mistress appeared, a blush spread across Bramble’s cheeks, her eyes darting from side to side in anticipation of what would come next.

Miss Purr was clearly in high spirits today, her claws ready to make Bramble squirm with ticklish delight, while her hair teasingly brushed against the most sensitive parts of her body. Bramble shifted restlessly on the floor, her thoughts focused on one thing alone, to obey her Mistress, but the ropes were tied so tightly that every movement brought a sharp hint of discomfort.

But is a light tickle enough punishment for a sl*ve like Bramble? Of course not!

Moving languidly, Miss Purr leather picked up the whip, she already knew where it was meant to go, and began to slap her sl*ve’s sensitive feet. At first, Bramble felt only a light touch, for the tight ropes and the numbness in her hands dulled the discomfort from the whip. But over time, Mistress’s pressure became increasingly intense, and the sharp p*in from the whip became more and more palpable, making Bramble to let out her moans.

Miss Purr savored those sweet sounds, but what pleasure was there in just a single lash, really? And so, the punishment could not possibly end with only one toy, Miss Purr inserted a gag into Bramble’s mouth, securing it with a leather strap so that further sounds wouldn’t distract her Mistress from the real fun. And the punishment took a harsher turn. The sl*ve’s feet grew ever more sensitive and flushed, beginning to go numb, which only made every sensation feel far more intense than before. Bramble’s eyes widened more and more, her sounds growing louder, almost as if they carried a silent plea for mercy, but she could not voice it, for that would have been an act of disobedience, and a sl*ve could not upset her Mistress like that.

With every strike, Bramble felt a new kind of unbearable p*in. Her body trembled, her thoughts fixed only on obedience despite the t*rment. Drool slipped from her lips, and tears were already streaming down her face..

But would Mistress show mercy to her sl*ve, or would it only drive her to continue the punishment?

Bastonade Fußfetisch B*ndage Miss Purr PUNISHED her SL*VE with a BASTINADO until she CRIED! (FHD) mit C4s.com

Bastonade Fußfetisch Bndage Miss Purr PUNISHED her SLVE with a BASTINADO until she CRIED! (FHD) mit C4s.com