Again she pushed the button, and I could feel a slight pull on my arms and legs. My body was no longer arched. I lay flat on the wooden surface, rocking my head back and forth from the pain.
“Please, Mistress. No more. Have mercy on me. You’re ripping my n*****s off. It hurts so bad. P – l – e – a – s – e….”
She just laughed. “There’s that old saying that seems to fit this quite well. ‘You ain’t seen nothin’ yet.’ Well, we haven’t even started to stretch things. Wait until you feel every joint burn, and I shorten those ropes up even further. Then you’ll have something to cry about.
“No – o….”
The button was pushed, and my arms and legs were pulled even tighter. I screamed.
She laughed again, “What are you going to do when you’re a couple of inches taller, or when the tit and ball ro
