<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><strong>Magpie kneels obediently on all fours in front of her mistress, Jazmine.</strong><br/><br/>She had been there for some minutes now and even the deep ply of the plush carpet beneath her knees hadn't stopped the eventual ache that set in as the weight of those deliciously heeled feet rested on her bare back.<br/><br/>The thick material which made up the boots began to make a small indent in her skin from the pressure resting in her mistress's relaxed heels. Her elbows began to tingle and burn being locked into position and she knew that if she dipped even slightly to remove the pressure that the pretty little crop her mistresses toyed with would do more than idly smack her exposed rear from time to time.<br/><br/>The rise and fall of conversation from around the room served as a pleasant distraction to her predicament for a while, the small talk and joking weaving around her contented, if uncomfortable thoughts like a balm, making her thankful she was merely an object and not yet as subjected as brandon and a few other subs were being.<br/><br/>Her wondering thoughts were soon called back to the aching shell of her body however, as Miss Jazmine's crop began to be more than just idle. The faint slap, slap, slap of the rounded tip against her tender nipples echoed inside her skull, demanding attention, as the stinging sensation the taps left behind began to mingle with the fierce hot pain in her straining wrists.<br/></span><div align="center"><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><em>“Dont move pet, if you do I will be most disappointed” </em></span></div><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">Magpie swallowed. Oh how she wanted to be good! She liked to please the mistresses but sometimes it was so hard! She braced herself mentally, willing her body to continue enduring even as she knew she was reaching the ends of her strength. "Yes, Miss." She breathed, desperately trying to keep her tiring arms straight.<br/><br/>Soon the rhythmic slapping of crop on breast became more than merely demanding as her bound breasts grew pink, and then red, her nipples purpling with the abuse. She whimpered as Miss Jazmine continued past her body's increasing sensitivity and the sharp, thrusting pain of the crop on her nipples began to make her thoughts spin with the pain.</span><br/><br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><em>“If you carry on like this I might reward you”</em></span></div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><br/>"Thank you Miss Jazmine." She replied gracefully despite the tears beginning to build up in the corners of her eyes from the prolonged crop work. <br/><br/>All too soon her arms began to tremble; dipping slightly as she tried to regain her pose and, not longer after, her legs cramped causing her to kink her back a little as she tried to regain enough feeling in them to support the weight above her. <br/><br/>Her body became a trembling battleground of weakening limbs and her whimpering more frequent as the ruthless crop continued its work upon her nipples. Her nails dug fiercely into the deep carpet underneath her as if to cling on to her precarious position by sheer will alone...</span>