After releasing Cynthia from her bindings and corset, I instructed her to kneel at a pew (a type of furniture used in churches for people to kneel and pray.)  I had discovered that Cynthia possessed very sensitive nipples, and now, her nipples were sore from the pain I had already administered.  Her pain would continue.  First, I relaxed, tickled and tormented her by caressing the nylon covered soles of her feet.  Next, I circled her chest with rope, above and below her breasts.  I tied the ropes together, REMOVED her breasts to bulge again. I commanded Cynthia to hold her hands over her head, which also made her tits stand REMOVED nicely.

The breast and nipple punishment now became serious.  After more nipple pinching to re-eREMOVEDlish the pain, I began a methodical breast flogging using a small flogger made of strands of rubber.  And rubber is much more painful than leather.  After several blows, many landing directly onto her sore nipples, I added a blindfold.  I didn’t want Cynthia to anticipate the blows.  Then, a very shocking surprise, as I struck the soles of her feet with the mean little flogger. My tittular lady gasped as the pain which rifled through her body, caused her big juggs to tremble.  I caressed, then struck the soles of her “nylon encased” feet for several minutes before surprising her with a sound smack to her aching nipples.  A couple of times, her arms began to sag, and I would tell her in a firm voice, “I didn’t say you could lower your arms.  Keep them high.”  Methodically, I smacked her tits and nipples with the rubber.  Cynthia began to gently sob.  I sensed that she was abREMOVED to cry beneath her blindfold, so I asked, “are you happy?”  And she responded, “yes master.”  Then I asked, “do you want MORE?”  In a whispered voice, she said, “yes, please.”