"Daffoil it is. I don't know your response to pain that well to gauge when to stop. This will be an exploration of sorts, to measure you up." I say while letting my hand raise over the front of your dress, loving how you shake under my delicate caress. I let my fingers trace a soft path on the exposed skin of your chest, moving it to the cleavage of your dress. "Let's begin, shall we? I'll need you out of this first." I take a step back to watch you remove the dress and them walk towards the frame, the bullwhip on my hand.<br/><br/>I motion for you to come closer while gazing at your sensual body, knowing how soft your skin feels to my caress. I tug on the chains of the cuffs to loosen them, adjusting each for your height. I still want you to be immobilized and prepared for me, so I leave them high enough for your arms to be pulled upwards and do the same for those on the ground. Once you are under the frame, I crouch to place the cuffs on one of your ankles and then on the other, pulling your legs apart and each toward the sides of the frame into the fixed cuffs. Slowly standing from the crouching position I had assumed, I place a hand on each of your calves and moving upwards on your legs to your rear, groping it firmly. I smile before delicately taking one of your wrists and securing it into one of the cuffs, the other being secured on the next shortly after.<br/><br/>"Tell me when the tension begins getting uncomfortable, I'll adjust the chains." Moving to the side of the frame, I begin turning a wheel slowly, the chains of the cuffs on your wrists get pulled towads the top corners of the frame, the padded inside of the cuffs ensure that they won't hurt your skin. I stop when you tell me to do so, before moving towards the end table and fetching the bullwhip to stand behind you. "Ready?"