“No objection,” Mika replied, settling into one of the comfortable seats. True to the name of the parlor, it smelled faintly of tobacco, though she never indulged in smoking herself. “Please feel free to utilize any items you desire.”<br/><br/>The rest of the club settled around her with their respective toys. She, for one, was a little curious to see if Madison was half as good as she claimed. If she was, then she expected to see some squirming from her sub.<br/><br/>While Madison chose her instrument, Mika leaned over and inspected her toys’ balls. It was about time to loosen his ropes. His cock and balls had turned a shade of purple, but he was still hard and thick. She smiled, pleased, and began to untie the twine while one hand circled his girth and began to lightly stroke. It was more to circulate the blood than to pleasure him; the last thing she wanted was him to spill himself over the carpet<em>before</em>his punishment.<br/><br/>The twine she layed over her knees, neatly untied from the tight knots to wait until they were reapplied for the cropping. “Five minutes, Meat, and then those balls are going to be very sore.” She lifted the tip of her riding crop beneath his shaft. “This stays hard.”