“No, Mistress. Don’t pull me off the floor.”
She just laughed, as she put her thumb on the remote.
Suddenly my arms and legs were pulled up higher. I could feel a strain the entire length of my spine, as I left the floor.
“No – o – o…,” I begged, but it did no good.
The winch drew me further up until my belly was about four feet from the floor. One of them pushed on my knee and spun me around a couple of times just for the fun of it.
“We could be nice and just let you hang here while we go and have our coffee, but that’d be way too easy. No, I have another idea that you might find rather enlightening.”
She showed me a wide leather strap. It was about an inch wide. It didn’t look like anything special until she turned it over. The entire underside was covered with sharp needle like p
