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Bramble, hailed as the "Psychologist of the Year," has garnered a reputation that has drawn the curiosity of many, including ambitious journalist Nicole. She will do whatever it takes to discover the secret method that propelled Bramble to success.
But Nicole finds herself in a predicament she hasn't anticipate when Bramble agreed to reveal her clandestine technique. Her wrists are bound securely behind her back, her voluptuous breasts pushed forward, barely con...
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Bramble, hailed as the "Psychologist of the Year," has garnered a reputation that has drawn the curiosity of many, including ambitious journalist Nicole. She will do whatever it takes to discover the secret method that propelled Bramble to success.
But Nicole finds herself in a predicament she hasn't anticipate when Bramble agreed to reveal her clandestine technique. Her wrists are bound securely behind her back, her voluptuous breasts pushed forward, barely contained by the delicate fabric of her lingerie. Her legs are tightly constricted, leaving her helpless and vulnerable, with her feet resting on the table.
Damn it, is this a psychological method, or is Bramble just bulling her? The crack of the flogger on Nicole's heels and feet takes her by surprise. The pain is sharp and intense, and she is twisting and writhing, trying to dodge the blows, but she has no chance!
Unsatisfied with the effects of the flogger, Bramble switches tactics. Her new instrument delivers sharp, stinging lashes that leave red marks on Nicole's delicate skin. With each strike, Nicole's breath hitsches, her moans echo through the room, but her pleas fall on deaf ears.
Bramble escalates her technique. A larger flogger is now in her hand, inspiring primal fear in Nicole. Nicole's attempts to maintain her journalist professionalism are thwarted by gag, which silences her protests. The new flogger now causes a completely different pain. The tails come down hard on her feet, causing almost unbearable sensations making Nicole wriggles and tries to escape this torment with her eyes wide with fear.
Bramble flips Nicole onto her stomach, and her ass subjected to a barrage of powerful slaps. Nicole writhes and thrashes, her muffled screams and sweaty struggles only serving to entertain Bramble. She tenderly examines Nicole's soft, exhausted feet, her bright pink heels, and her sensitive, marked soles. Her fingers trace the lines on her feet, eliciting muffled cries of pain before whipping them with double guile, without giving a second's respite to Nicole's burning feet.
The last ten strikes, delivered by Dr. Bramble with sadistic precision, completely deprive Nicole of her last strength. Now she is lying on the floor, her limbs tied and motionless, and unshed tears glisten in her eyes. In this vulnerable state, she reflects with a mixture of fear and anticipation about whether Dr. Bramble's secret technique will be effective?
