Her mangled back and her fixed, buzzing head cried out for help and a strong sedative to ease the pain, but Louise made an effort to think clearly. Once again the situation had turned around ninety degrees. She might be chained down and physically at the mercy of Liz, but by putting this choice to her, the Domme had somehow given her a key part in what would happen. Louise was determined they would get this place, and Liz had said it was a deal, but nevermind, it's always good to please the seller or the agent. Liz did seem eager to give Doug a beating, and strong vocies inside of Louise certainly cried out to see Doug bleed and cry for once, after he had put her to this momentous overload of pain.
But then, was it the end? Would Liz release them after she had spanked this Dominant man? Louise didn't quite think so. Liz might go further with both of them - it was the week-end, nobody would miss either of them for many hours - and she had said something about women being her preferred choice as bound and tortured slaves. That line both incited and frightened the stocked-down Hispanic woman. Louise.pushed her jaws around, tried to lick life into her drained mouth and eyed Doug. My Dom, my man. Anger and restraint ran through her mind.
Louise groaned as the spasms of hard, running pain came again from her butt. She tried to move her fixed hands, but it only made more sweat and adrenaline run through her. The pain assaulted her, she counted to five in her mind and then...She moaned, tried to think hard, then pursed her lips.
"Fifteen. Give him...fifteen hard lashes. And I...I'd like to see a crotchrope to tie down his dick; make it safe. Bet it's hard already, Doug?"