Poor Miriam cries as the ropes bind her arms back, then wrap tightly around her breasts.<br/><br/><strong>"No crying.  You deserve this.  Lalita, fetch Mommy the small whip.  Pet, you may touch yourself if you wish."</strong><br/><br/>With that, the chains are pulled taut and Miriam's torment begins in earnest.  Mellisande seems to be enjoying herself immensely, pulling on the chain so that one link rubs back and forth...