I'd offered subservient to Nora to use as she pleased on the condition Nora leave no disfigurement to spoil her sexual attraction. Then I compromised with Nora's counter that she could apply burning instruments to subservient's pussy and anus leaving no visible scars save detailed inspection of those parts. That started thoughts of applying clamps and weights to subservient's minor labia to stretch them out, exposing more sensitive flesh for the application of hot toys.
When Nora asked me to pick up additional clamps and weights while out on other errands I wondered if the devilish bitch had the same idea. If not, I'd certainly suggest it to her. Now my mind couldn't shake the thought of subservient being bound in a standing position, weights stretching those so private parts down, then being sexually stimulated to make them even more sensitive to the pain that was to follow. Mmm, my foot pressed harder on the accelerator in my anxiousness to get back to Mike's mansion.
After picking up the video equipment and the fet toys to complete the erotic shoot I descended the basement steps to the dungeon to see Nora already working on subservient while still on the bench.
"Not interrupting anything serious, I hope," I inquired.
"Not at all, just getting the bitch warmed up," Nora replied with an evil grin.
"If I may make a suggestion," I began, "first things first. You said this silly slut ran away from you."
"That's right," Nora answered, "and I'm finally going to get my revenge."
"Maybe I can offer something. Let's get her over on her face." With that we rolled subservient over on her front on the bench then secured her ankles tightly to it so the tops of her feet were pressed tightly to the bench. All other bonds were released.
"I believe in punishment to fit the crime. In this case the offence was caused by her feet, so ---." I drew out a rattan cane about a quarter inch in diameter and three feet long. With one end I gently stroked the sole of one foot which she jerked as much as her bonds would allow in reaction to the tickle. Then I raised the cane up and behind my head. The force I put in the downstroke was confirmed by its whistle slashing through the air of the dungeon. The end three inches of the cane struck the bare sole of her foot with all I could give it.
Not surprisingly the only reaction from this tough , seasoned painslut was a grunt and a reactive jerk of the attached leg.
"I was thinking of twenty on each foot, but with that slack response maybe we should make that thirty or more," I opined.
Nora approached me with that evil smile I was getting used to, reaching for the cane: "May I?"