You did say, you wanted to be my slave, right? You knew that meant doing anything for me. You knew that meant going through things even when you hurt, when you cry, and when you yell no. I don't give a fuck – it's about my pleasure and certainly not yours. So I know that hogtie hurts, I know you've been in that position for far longer than was comfortable and you think you can't take any more. I know. Well, guess what? You're going to take some more. Now that the soles of your feet are pleasantly exposed for my entertainment, it's about time we revisited some bastinado. After all, it's been so long since I've toyed with the bottom of your feet. The last time you experienced it was a little...too nice...I think. I don't feel like being nice to you today. I feel like singletail whipping your feet until you wiggle around in pain. I feel like caning your arches until you cry out for me to stop. And then I feel like continuing until you remember that I'm the boss around here. I stop when I feel like it. I don't stop just because you start crying. I'm going to break you today, and you'll have no option but to lie there and take it. After all, it's not like you can escape. Don't worry, this won't take long.