Mistress Luna - Feet tickling and bastinado

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Mistress Luna - Feet tickling and bastinado

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Feet tickling and bastinado

As Mistress Luna entered the dimly lit dungeon, her eyes locked onto the helpless slave bound to the gyno table. His ankles were secured in shackles, leaving his soles exposed and vulnerable to her expert tickling. She couldn't help but smirk at the thought of the painful punishment she had planned for him.



With a flick of her wrist, she grabbed a leather paddle from a nearby rack. The tool was designed specifically for bastinado, a form of torture that involved the repeated striking of the soles of the feet. As she approached the trembling slave, she ran her manicured fingernails across his sensitive skin, eliciting a soft moan of anticipation.



"Are you ready for your punishment, slave?" she purred, her voice dripping with menace. Without waiting for an answer, she raised the paddle high above her head and brought it crashing down onto his left foot. The impact sent a wave of pain through his body, causing him to arch his back in agony.



"Ahhh! Please, mistress!" he cried out, his voice cracking under the strain. But Mistress Luna was in no mood for mercy. With each strike of the paddle, she increased the intensity of the tickling, forcing the slave to writhe in helpless ecstasy. Sweat trickled down his forehead as he struggled to focus on anything but the relentless torment.



As the punishment continued, Mistress Luna's fingers never strayed far from the exposed skin of the slave's soles. Every now and then, she would dig her nails in just deep enough to draw a whimper of pain, taunting him with the promise of more. By the time she finally stopped, the slave was a quivering mess, his body aching from the barrage of sensations.



"There, now," she said, stepping back to admire her handiwork. "I think that should do it." With a wave of her hand, she dismissed the slave, leaving him shackled and helpless on the table. As she turned to leave the dungeon, she couldn't help but feel a twisted sense of satisfaction at the thought of his anguished cries echoing through the halls long after she was gone.

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