I laughed when I saw that you'd turned into a pathetic, sobbing mass. When I finally lowered my whip, you almost looked relieved, but I did that only so I could reach out and grab your tits. My hand felt like fire on the delicate skin of your tits, which were already broken in several places from the whipping. I fondled your tits gently, enjoying the feel of them in my hand. "What, you don't want me to play with your tits? I'll go back to whipping them then, slut," I said teasingly. Like I said, I was going to make you beg me to play with your tits and cunt, you little brat.

"Beg, you little brat," I continued as my fondling became rougher, "beg me to play with your whore's tits! Tell me how much you like it when I do this, and this!" I said as I gave each of your nipples a twist, and then slapped your tits a few times. You're bound so tightly you couldn't move, and your tits took the full force of my slapping. Damn, they looked so inviting when they bounced like that...