She stumbled, both in her walk and in the words and almost fell before coming to the end of the room.She carefully turned around only to find Page rig...t there swinging the thin switch at her breasts. A line of fire erupted across her lower breasts and she tried to flinch, sending the spikes into her chin again."Do it again."Willow tried again but failed to get the words right. When she turned again Page was there with the switch sending a line of agony across her nipples. We wanted to grab her. Not addicted, not shooting smack or anything as bad as that, not more than what is now termed recreational use, and it was only occasional. The trouble was, Steve would go through cycles of depression, not surprisingly, today she would be called bi-polar, and when she was down, what she needed was to get right out of it, and spent a night in the rush of speed or the wildness of acid, this wold generally send her back on the upswing again. Apart from that, if sleep was unobtainable, or just. Oh yes, she could feel it, all right, but she couldn’t have it. Not yet, not until he’d had his fun. Having decided, as a time-saving measure, to forgo the aesthetically pleasing rope bondage he liked in favor of a more straightforward approach, he would wrap a neoprene thigh cuff above each knee and attach a leather lead which could then be tied off to the bed post behind her. Although her arms would be free, he would direct her to hold them behind her back while his hands deftly explored her. He ran his fingers through her hair and kissed her on the head. “but…”“But what?” she asked wiping the tears from her face.His hand slipped down her back and under her skirt, and he started tugging on the string. It sent a jolt through her body and her knees began to shake, “You did break the rules, and what kind of master would I be if I let this go unpunished?” he tugged on the cord again and again each time increasing pressure. She buried her face in his chest as the first bead started to.