22 year old Syn is back at The Attic. Last time she was in she let me know she's a tough girl. This time when I asked her about it she said she lied. I guess that's why it took her so long to come back and see us. Let's face it, we abused her again. Syn starts the day off in a really terrible position. I roped her wrists together and then just hung her from them. I left her nice fucking shoes on and summer dress. I thought she looked so cute in them. I like the contrast between the dress, which made it easy for me to visualize her making an apple pie in and the slutty high heels. God, those are some great shoes. And she was so good about making sure she brought something I liked without me even having to have said something to her. Anyway, there she is, hanging by her wrists as we await her to say the safe word. I told her I wasn't going to take her down until she did. Suddenly, she's a tough girl again. Her feet are completely off the ground and she's hanging. Soon the rope stretches just a bit and she can just barely, just barely touch a part of one high heel to the ground. A spreader bar gets attached. We just sit back and watch. The pained look on her face, it grows more and more desperate. The breathing gets heavy, labored. She grimaces. She does more than grimace. Her face gets red. She starts to tell me she isn't tough again. I take a flogger to her ass and whip it repeatedly in quick succession. She isn't willing to say the safe word though
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