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As you watch her disrobe and slip into her bondage leather cat suit, you wonder how she manages it; cat suits are so hard to get on! Then of course realisation dawns on you, this bondage oman has had practise, then the next bolt of realisation hits you; a woman so practised must know exactly how to twist, pierce, whip, chain, stretch and burn every ounce of pleasure out of your body, and you shiver with the possibilities.

She strides over to you and pulls down her cat mask, whip in hand. You get to your feet and grin at her, but she doesn't look impressed, she prefers her subjects to look terrified, so one crack of her whip sorts that little problem out. You surrender. Guiding you over to the wall, she tells you what you must do. Face the wall and reach your arms up to the steel bondage cuffs chained to the wall, let her clamp them onto your wrists. Then spread your legs so that your ankles can also be clamped into the other set of cuffs near the floor. Are you terrified or excited now?

What you didn't see when you walked over, was that this part of the bondage wall you are now cuffed to, is a separate panel of brickwork to the rest of the wall. But of my word do does it dawn on you now, now that you can hear the cranking and feel your feet slowly leaving the ground. Your body starts to feel heavy and your throat constricts within the steel collar she placed around your neck before you entered the bondage chamber. That's when you hear it again, the unmistakable crack of her bondage whip again, only this time you feel it too, right across your buttocks dear boy. Hours you spend in the chamber, being treated like a piece of meat. But as you leave the room scratched and bruised, you feel elated. You're definitely going to be back for more bondage phonesex next week.