"I am yours Mistress March." Said Lana.
"Louder." Commanded the cool voice behind her. It was accompanied with the sharp 'THWACK' of a whip and a harsh sting on Lana's bare ass turning red from the abuse.
After the whimper of pain Lana was able to wreak out an, "I'm yours Mistress March!"
"Damn right you are." Said the voice behind her. Lana shivered. She felt the cold touch of latex gloves smoothly running against her backside, then moving up and tracing her spread legs, each leg in a thigh high black boot, forced apart by a spreader bar locked into anklets. Her arms were hoisted above and behind her in a binder that connected to the ceiling. The leather collar around her neck connected to the binder. All together she was forcibly bent over, helpless, and unable to do anything even if
