Magpie suddenly discovered herself awash with pleasure as the pain fled from her abused breasts and was instead replaced with the ecstasy of her mistress's careful stroking.<br/><br/>She closed her eyes to the torture going on in the room around her and buckled her hips slightly as she sunk into a warm cocoon of soft stroking and warm waves building up from her very centre.<br/><br/>The soft silky warmth of her skin languished almost luxuriously over her mistresses lap, eased into a false sense of security, forgetting the mistress's dislike of her gender and the intense liking of sharp pointed objects....