Even in her relief at having made it through the rite of binding, the two items you return with cause your novice much worry as she eyes the whip, not guessing the intention of the black ribbon or understanding the nature of this horsehair. She smiles as you tie it around her waist however, and when you start to do the same to yourself she reaches out, initially just laying a palm on your stomach but then pushing your hands aside as she stubbornly insists on tying the knot this time. When that is done she looks up into your eyes, head tilted to the side, mouth held slightly open.<br/>As she falls back onto your bed, Lelika winces as even the soft contact of the covers irritates the skin of the buttocks. She parts her legs to allow them to hang off the edge of the bed with you standing close to her between them, tied together as you are. The half-elf is bemused as you lift her legs and wrap it with the loose end of the ribbon, continuing to observe as best as she can as you thread it around her should, other leg and other shoulder, ending with the result of her parted legs sticking in the air. Conscious of her unrestrained arms, which she places by her side, she asks “Will this be enough, mistress?” As you dangly the whip against her crotch she shivers, legs trembling, clearly expecting this whip to hurt just as much as the riding crop, if not more. Finally, with reluctance, she says, “Please mistress, teach me how to turn pain into pleasure, agony to ecstasy,”