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She hung there, legs not strong enough to support her, her arms ached from holding her weight but she was too tired to try to move, the chains just holding her like a friend, to tired even to cry anymore, all she could manage was a whimper, to tired even to lift her head, and if she did, all she'd see in the mirrored walls would be the effects of play, but looking down held no respite, as this was mirrored too, showing her bruised, flogged inner thighs, her pussy red and swollen from the flogger as well, though this view was distorted from her fluids that had dripped and flowed uncontrollably leaving a puddle, but she was happy, she managed to lift her head, looking through teary eyes, her breasts and stomach covered with red welts and bruises from the flogger, and because of the mirrors, she could see her back and bum cheeks were the same. He seemed to have paid more attention to her bum, as she could see small points of ***, she smiled at this, and still couldn't believe she'd found someone to give her what she craved, her head sagged, not able to hold it up for long. Then she heard a click as the door opened...

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She managed to lift her head slightly, and saw him standing, she feebly struggled when she saw in his hand the thinnest cane she'd ever seen, and at the same time she felt wetness trickling down her inner thighs and a stinging where it ran over welts, Pplease Sssir, she managed to get out, Nnno, she sobbed. He walked over and started to trace the tip of the cane over her tender body, causing her to whimper and shake, her eyes met his and then she knew she was lost, in that one look she knew she couldn't live without him, and just wanted to please him. He moved closer, Please Sir, I beg you, let me feel the kiss of the cane, pleeease. "What are you?" he whispered in her ear, one hand feeling the wetness between her legs...

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