Strapped tightly to my bench with no means of escape, every limb is fastened down by strict leather restraints. I tell you that you are going to take pain for my amusement.

Your heart races.

You hear the sound of my heels against the hard floor, then my cane being pulled from it's resting place. Skin tingling, you await that first fateful stroke...

A beautifully harsh, cold caning scene in which I am dressed head to toe in sheer nylon. Lose yourself in cries of agony amidst my divine beauty.

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