Slut-boy’s gagged howls were of course music to my ears. And yet he seemed to be learning to accommodate himself to punishment as well as f*****g. The soles of the feet are far more sensitive than the buttocks, and yet his reaction to my crop was far less extreme than before. Still I beat both his feet for a good half an hour before my torture lust was sated and I had him bawling unabashedly long before I finished. Then it was finally time for his most important present.
I cast aside my riding crop, and began untying the ropes from the four bedposts. Once they were free I ordered Slut-boy to roll over. I positioned him on his back, with the pillow now under his ass and another supporting his head, just as I’d had him that afternoon. Then I re-tied his arms stretched out wide, leaving his
