Lady Love pushed the button on the bottom of the mic.
The winch whirred, the cable retracted, and Slave Steven was lifted up off the stage. Right away he gave a strangled bleat of pain. His entire spine from skull to ass was bowed even more terribly, and his shoulders and wrists must have been nearly disjointed from the pull of gravity on his two hundred-plus pounds. His frantic eyes sought out his mistress with desperate pleading. But as it rose into view the only part of his body not obeying gravity was his p***s. This was more madly erect than ever: enflamed and discolored and bobbing rhythmically with the pulse of the charged blood pounding into it.
Reassured, Amy kept raising him up until he reached eye-level with her before stopping the winch. Then moved by a powerful mix of pride,
