[To Steel:]

I laugh when I hear what you're saying. "Not bad," I say as I take hold of the rope binding your tits and pull it, "but there's one more thing you've got to learn, and that is you don't get to decide what we're gonna do--well, you don't get to decide what you're gonna do. You don't get to come unless I tell you to, and if I want you to keep coming, that's what you're gonna do until you fucking die from it. Is that clear?" I ask, emphasizing my question with a pull on the rope that lifts your whole body up, as much as your cuffed ankles allow you to. I keep you hanging by your tits for a while, and then let go of the rope suddenly, so that you slam back down on the Sybian.

Seeing your reaction, I decide to see how much more you can take. I pick up a thin cane and start caning you tits. Slowly at first, then faster and faster, both above and under your nipples. The underside of your tits have relatively been untouched so far, and now it's hurting like it's never been hurt before. I keep increasing the tempo, trying to drive you towards another orgasm, and then another. "Come for me, whore! Show the world what a dirty filthy cunt you are!"