You can feel the rope pressing tight against your skin. You can no longer move your arms.I take the rope retrace its path from behind your back, but ...his time around the right side of your body. I lay the rope under your breasts this time. I slide it up underneath your breasts to the point were you can feel the rope tighten against the crease where the underneath of your breasts meet your chest. I guide it around the left side of your body and loop it around the same piece of rope that. He approached her and saw her eyes shut tightly and tears running down her face. She was breathing raggedly and writhing in pain, but she wasn’t uttering a word. He took a few steps back and resumed the whipping and yet nothing. No pleading or begging coming from her lips. He was stunned and remembered Alistair’s words while he thought “he was right, this is no easy one to break...I’m gonna have so much fun!” The whipping was endless and he took no breaks. By the end of the day, her body was. So abb mai apni story start karta hu. and its a real story. Meri ye story h train journey ki jbb mai delhi se lucknow ja raha tha. Mera suddenly plan bana tha to mjhe sirf garib rath exp me hi reservation mila. Meri evening me train thi and mai bohot excited tha ghar jaane k liye.Mai sham me station 30 min pehle pohcha to train lagi hui thi, sbb log apni apni seat khoj k settle ho rahe the to bohot bheed thi. To maine socha k train k departure k 5 min pehle apni seat pe jaunga and atbbb tak. I forced myself to settle down. The girls weremasters of mental torture. Rather than having me put the dress on, theyhung it on the back of the closet door. They had other things to do first,but all the while the dress was just hanging there, a frilly lace coveredpink and white ruffled threat.I was asked to sit on the chair by the dressing table. They crowded aroundme and went to work giving direction and demonstrations. I was guided inthe art of applying makeup. There was lots of "no, remove.