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u69 smiled a cold and empty smile, " do either of you know what happens to a braded rawhide rope when you soak it, then bind it snuggly around a slave's extremities?"

The former Dean shook his head, but his partner simply gulped, obviously she did.

At that moment Ayame returned with her bag of "toys", which rattled and tinkled as she deposited it on a table.

U69 looked through the bag and pulled out something that made Madam's face become very pale... "And look here.... rawhide... Be a good little slave and fetch a bowl of water..."

u69 thought out loud, i think i will have to turn up the heat in here, or the wet rawhide will not dry fast enough to make those wonderful ridges in the skin that are so wonderful to tickle with a supple whip.

he said levely "Fifi stop listening at the door and get in here, light a fire"

Fifi obediently entered and started her task, and U69 said to Ayame, "Our lady friend is disturbing the atmosphere with her incessant struggling and grunting - make her more compliant, in the way I showed you."

Ayame noded and proceded to rummage through the bag of toys looking for what her Mistress was hinting at, but could not find them....

She looked back, worried, at U69, who just said, "When all else fails, improvise - after all, they are your slaves until I am satisfied they are sufficiently punished."

A smile spread across Ayame's face at the thought, remembering what happened to her, and what was about to happen... She then ran back to her room for what she missed earlier...

As she came trotting back she loved to see the sweat glistening on the bared breasts that were so expertly bound.

Dam it i killed it


Added note by Anna: I did not include this post in the consolidated story. End of added note.

as the heat began to rise in the small concrete room, the wet rawhide began to tighten and both slaves began to feel the ropes begin to stiffen and start to raise some very pretty ridges where the rope didn't cover quite as close as in other places......

As expected by everyone in the room, the Dean was the first to crack...
"FINE, FINE, I'LL TALK, I'LL TALK... Just get the straps off me before they cut me in half!!!"

as ayame skidded to a stop at the sound of the prof's voice, u69 began idley stroking the small rattail whip across the rather large breasts of the tightly bound woman, ayame held out the small chains, clips and other accouterments that make up the "silencer for the second "poor " slave.