As Mistress Xany deftly slid the knife along the ropes binding her purple-mottled breasts, Magpie shivered delicately at the close proximity of the knife to her skin, sending goosepimples racing down her arms and legs.<br/><br/>As the ropes snapped beneath the edged blade and her breasts at last swung free of their imprisonment Magpie stifled a moan. Her relief was short lived as the blood flooded back into her tender breasts and she trembled against the sharp pain of it.<br/><br/>She moaned softly in gratitude as her mistress's hand came down to cup her breast, easing the feeling back into the molested tissues gently and sending delicious shivers of pleasure through the sub's body. Magpie closed her eyes against the happenings in the centre of the room, content simply to be across her mistress's lap and under her expert hands..<br/><br/>