Numbed by his revelation, Olivia squealed as his hands shot forward to seize the two chains dangling from her n****e rings.
“Up, slave and keep your mouth shut.”
The brunette sprang to her feet, her eyes fixed on the thankfully slack chains gripped in his hands, her lips clamped tightly together. At the merest flick of his wrist, agonising pain could be sent spearing through her breasts and both he and she knew it. While he held her chains, Olivia would do anything, absolutely anything, to avoid the punishment he could so easily inflict.
“Beg to be whipped on your belly and breasts, slave,” he said slowly, his eyes glinting with malice and Olivia’s eyes bulged with terror.
“Beg, slave,” he demanded and lifted the chains menacingly.
“Please, Master,” she whispered, “Please wh...whip my
