The most fearsome implement in Mistress’ collection, this is the one Juanita always uses on me – and she does so far more fiercely than anyone. Whimpering with expectation, I’m taken by surprise when Amelia hauls on that rope, pulling my arms up behind me. Higher and higher they go, until I’m bent over at the waist facing directly at the floor, my arms stretched straight up toward the ceiling perpendicular to my torso. The strain on my already stressed shoulder sockets is severe and the discomfort of my posture considerable. Teetering on the tips of my toes and those seven-inch heels, my feet cuffed tightly together, only that rope keeps me from toppling over. As Mistress ties it off Candy steps up (now wearing nothing but stiletto-heeled boots of her own and a cup-less brassiere of silver
