Suddenly that long leather strap slashes across my ass, once, twice, three times.
The searing pain causes my butt muscles to clench up around their immense occupier, and the inner and outer agonies magnify each other alarmingly. Now I can’t help but bawl like a baby, and Goddess giggles again in diabolical satisfaction. But then she drops her strap and becomes immediately matter-of-fact.
“All right then. One more delightful interlude and then it’s time to finish tying you up. The afternoon’s a-wasting, and I’ve got plans for it.”
She pauses to turn off the three bedroom cameras, and to program the computer to save the recordings she’s made. Then she goes to the closet, and returns carrying a small make-up kit, white high-heeled shoes, matching fishnet stockings and garters and a reinfo
