The rabbit removed from her cleft, Louise felt like she had landed in a murky backwater. Liz' attentions to her scalded rear had begun soothing the rough pain, and the pleasant little vibe did even more, but when it was pulled out she felt naked and very aware of that she was bound and held down. She couldn't move her head, and her body strapped to the wooden bench shivered slightly. No release coming until Liz allowed her to get up. She mumbled into her gag, wondering how she'd look to Liz. The fact that she was in Ms Cockrill's power and bound by her made her feel hot. "I hope she commands me to kneel and kiss her boots when she lets me get up" she thought, "that would feel really good". it would also be fitting to have him see that one.

She knew Doug might be suffering pretty bad now and that there was more to come, but she felt triggered by Liz' words: how would she actually make things happen to punish him further?

Those stories Doug had told her in bed...he had sometimes touched on his early years in the scene, he'd told of weirdly sexy nights when he'd been suspended and spanked by voluble ladies in black leather corsets, but she had never really seen Doug in that kind of setup. It had all happened before they'd met and touched: by the time they hooked up at that party, he was aready a Dominant with some experience and Louise strongly into getting bound and abused. She was not a newbie back then but his touch with the whips, his ability to pull her stops out and meet her fearlessness, guide her and push her down had been vital to Louise.

Pressed against the bench, she again felt the wounds in her breasts aching - that was one vital side Liz had not had time for. She moaned as the wood roughed her soft bust.
“Don’t tell me you’re cumming, slave louise” Liz rapped at her “Mmmgh, noo Mi ockzimmmgh” Louise replied, cringing under the harsh leather straps.