Well, language is sometimes a tricky thing. When you start talking about toys, you always have to clarify what you mean. Here it quickly becomes clear that it's not the two servants bent over on the rack waiting to be punished, but the sheer immense selection of the torment toys.
Why does a servants have nipples, huh? Basically, it's like this with a man lying on the floor: he's a man lying on the floor, and in the eyes of our two beauties, that's exactly where he belongs. There are so many things you can do with him.
Riding crop. We're just going to throw a painful term out there and let it sink in. Do you need more information? It's the fourth part of this "saga of pain," and we're glad we somehow found a working title for it.
What a little rascal! Well, not the slave, although compared to our ladies, he looks rather diminutive. But anyway. After all, the two beauties are wearing high heels. Even the smallest guy can be given a bit of height by simply tying him to the St. Andrew's cross.
It is never a good idea to stick your nose into someone else's business. To make matters worse, these were the private things of our Lady Iveta. And to go one better these two little jerks jerked while they sniffed her socks.
Well, that's how quickly it can happen. One moment you think you have the upper hand and have the lady under control, after all you do have a certain position vis-à-vis the students. And the next moment the tables turn and you're standing there with your pants down.
It is never a good idea to stick your nose into someone else's business. To make matters worse, these were the private things of our Lady Iveta. And to go one better these two little jerks jerked while they sniffed her socks.
The famous third part. Yes, the second was already magnificent, and our Lady Paulina Rouge really gave it her all. But the third represents pure torment and humiliation. The blows become ever harder, the mistress ever more merciless.
Sometimes it's simply the ambience that counts. Is it a broom closet? Is it a basement? Or is it the famous, infamous golden room of Mistress Mariella Heylon? The latter, of course, and anyone who hasn't experienced it yet hasn't truly immersed themselves in the world of humiliation and pain.
So that's just really not possible. Did this rascal, this vagabond who ran along, actually dare not wash his feet? That's disgusting. Repulsive and nauseous. Our stomachs turned a little. We don't even want to know what our Lady Iveta had to go through.