<strong>Maschor's Private Alcove: Variani with Maschor and Mira</strong><br/><br/>"And there she goes - all it required was a little patience."<br/><br/>He pops the gag between her teeth, then stands and secures it from behind. A little more wiggling around to make sure it's nice and deeply between her plum lips, filling her mouth. The poorly treated hide must taste disgusting, coated as it is with the dried saliva of other slaves.<br/><br/>(http://www.pleasure-bound.com/thumbs/ht10/images/01.jpg)<br/><br/>Still he does not speak to her or address her directly.<br/><br/>"There, so much for the wrists. "<br/><br/>He kneels again, and this time starts moving her ankles around, drawing them into the right spot. Varianai feels something like a metal stocks lower itself against the back of her calves. This presses the lower half of her leg down onto another flat metallic bar - again, there is velvet that softly touches her shin bone, but beneath that, she can feel a vice pressing against the little ridge of bone a handspan above her foot.<br/><br/>"A curious bone, the shin. The second hardest in the human body, and yet - so delicate. No muscle to protect it, that's the problem. Just bone and nerve."<br/><br/>He begins to fasten the vice here. Now he has to break one of his own rules and look into the slave tear soaked eyes. She can no longer scream, so he has to use her face to see when she is in 'significant discomfort'. When he has achieves the pained expression he wants - he stands and stretches out his back.<br/><br/>"There now. I think I have the pain balanced at a level which is<em>just </em>bearable. The fun will begin shortly."<br/><br/>He gives the chair a little wobble and for the duration, the pain in Variani's wrists and shins becomes unbearable. A moment later, it seems to reside, but it does not diminish - the numbness she was starting to feel has not returned.<br/><br/>Ignoring Variani, he smirks at Mira and gives his nose a little tap.<br/><br/>"Because I applied the pressure slowly, she could become accustomed to the pain and that took the sting out of it, just a little. Now, every time she moves, she has to re-accustom herself to it, and that gradually becomes less and less possible. For the moment, you can see she is sitting as quietly as she can, breathing shallow breaths, trying very hard not to move - she does not want to aggravate the pain. But that position is very uncomfortable, which will make it hard to hold. Soon, the cramps will start to set in. She will have to flex her muscles or her own body will begin to torturer her more deftly than I can."<br/><br/>Maschor pats Mira's behind in a manner which might be considered friendly, though it is clearly familiar. Then he sits and pours himself a glass of ice water.<br/><br/>"Thirsty work this. Now, I am going to read my mail, and catch up on my paperwork. I expect to be working quite late tonight, so perhaps you could have a word with the kitchen and organise someone to bring me a light supper?"<br/><br/>