The game has changed, and the Dominatrix s fun is now the submissive s nightmare.
Miss Bimby decides that Red will have no rest; she ties Red s ankles with plastic, the slave is immobilized and at the mercy of Miss Bimby s whims.
The torment is both psychological and physical. Miss Bimby alternates masterfully: between the torment of relentless tickling on Red s large soles, which elicit desperate laughter, and then the silence of laughter is broken by the dry sound of intense slaps on Red s soles and buttocks.
The white skin of Red s buttocks disappears under the mark of authority, becoming a vivid red that burns with each new blow.
