IT WASN'T LONG BEFORE A SCREAMING CLIENT WAS SUFFERING PHYSICAL AND VEBAL ABUSE FROM MISTRESS ZELDA. The slut's body hung there looking like a carcass. It heard nothing of the beatings and pleadings of the man who had paid big money to take corrective therapy from this woman. All the slut heard was the constant, unremitting sound from its headphones, of the rushing water. Nor could it see anything. As far as it knew, despite the sounds of beating, it was alone. It was in a completely passive state of disorientation. This state of mind was soon broken as the hood and phones were removed. The hawser round it's waste and the stocks were also removed and it was allowed to adjust it's senses once more.
The client was pegged out face upwards on the floor. His head in a low box or 'frame' with his face protruding through a toilet seat. Zelda had a leash strapped to his balls. This she kept tugging mercilessly. Shirley was ordered to squat on his face and ensure that his tongue was deep in the sluts hole. The man could hardly breath as Shirley spread her slutty pussy over the captive face. t.b.c.