Chapter 8

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Surprised to find herself humming a rather silly old Christmas tune, Xenia hung both weights and little silver bells from rings on Thrall’s n*****s not already occupied by the wired clips, stretching them painfully out. Soon he would be a ring-ting-tingling indeed. Then she set near to hand a simple braided leather whip, a candle and monogrammed gold cigarette lighter, surgical forceps in different sizes, and a few less identifiable tools of torment of her own creation. At last she was ready to begin. Xenia programmed the control box to deliver electrical current to the dildos, foot-plate and various other contact points at random intervals, combinations, sequences, amplitude, and duration. Later she would control these variables herself with an exquisite nicety and intensely personal enj

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