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air, head down. He fastened the restraints securely around each of her ankles and knees, but left her wrists free. Her body crackled with anticipation as she was made to wait. Her mind was a mess of muddled thoughts, desires, needs and wants. Before she had a chance to order any of them sensibly, the crop was pressed against her flesh and she jumped so high she could have touched one of Saturn's frosty rings. She prayed the man wouldn't mete out another spanking. The bite of the thin leather pushing into her was half pain and half a delicious desire for the crop to strike once more. It was crazy. She was crazy, but the unforgettable orgasm in the Red Room was still fresh in her mind. As usual Mark read her effortlessly.
    'Is my little filly already yearning for the crop? You know, the most devilish torments are often the result of the most innocent-looking things.' He softly patted each thin red welt and was rewarded with a shudder. 'Take the innocuous feather, for example. It doesn't look in the least bit dangerous, yet it can inflict the sweetest agony. Shall I demonstrate?'
    He held a large green and blue peacock feather in his hand and his face held its trademark gleam of amusement. Jenny stared straight ahead, careful not to catch his eyes and decided that a feather couldn't be much of a threat. Let him do his worst.
    The first touch of it on her skin was a subtle dusting of its surface. It swirled in little circles that gently tickled each of her toes and made them curl, before moving to feet, calves and thighs. A flick on her instep made her writhe with delight. Then it reached her waist, drew airy pictures all over her back, circled each ridge of her spine and nearly made her laugh out loud when it reached her ribs. When the fluffy plume touched her underarms she burst into laughter and he tickled her ruthlessly, until she could barely breathe through her giggles and tears began streaming down her cheeks.
    'Begging becomes more difficult when you're gagged. You'll need to find a way to implore me to stop which doesn't involve speech,' he said as he came alongside her face and tickled her nose and lips. She sneezed heavily and he laughed. 'I'll leave you to ponder that one while I raise the stakes.'
    The man was as good as his word. The feather fluttered over her ass next, and each time it caught one of her two stripes she moaned out loud. Her flesh was so tenderised that even the lightest of touches sent a rush of tantalising heat through her body.
    'Hands behind your back,' he whispered in her ear. Jenny automatically complied and couldn't help but squirm under his delicate but oh so taunting strokes. Grabbing a fistful of hair he pulled her body upright, and when the feather caught the underside of her breast she groaned heavily. It then caught a nipple, sending delicious frissons of tingling desire shooting through her as she felt it explode into a hard peak. Mark resumed his attentions on the other side and was rewarded with a strangled gasp. Then the feather dipped to her pussy and with the lightest of touches, it whispered against her straining flesh, doing nothing more than antagonising its victim. Then he repeated the entire procedure in agonising slow motion.
    Mark was fastidious with the application of his tickling torment. He watched how her body began to prickle at the most delicate touch. His trainee was now in super-sensitive mode and could orgasm with very little in the way of provocation. When he'd finished the second tour of her body he enquired whether she would like a third. He could only smile as she sunk her teeth into the rubber bit of her bridle and shook her head briskly.
    He decided it was time for devilish torment number two. Standing in front of her face and tipping the feather upside down, he allowed her to see it was actually a quill, with the end having been fashioned into a sharp point. 'Now, we're really going to play,' was all he said.
    Jenny was slowly being driven insane. If the