Ksusha’s been a naughty pet today, and she’s about to pay the price. She’s down to nothing but stockings, hands up behind her head, confessing to her Master how she’ll suffer for it. She’s set to balance barefoot on those nasty wooden spikes for a long time, then drop to her knees on a stool, flaunting the bite marks on her bare soles. Her wrists are bound tight behind her, elbows cinched, and her thumbs are caught in tiny shackles—total subby spice! She’s whimpering and sobbing, riding that edge of torment.
