The Lair of the Baroness

Bianka would quickly glance down at Nick's feet as she loosened the rope from its own coils. "Ja, remove them." Once she was done tying the rope, she made a sturdy loop between the man's elbows before tugging it a few times to make sure it was all secure. "Hy am tying you up, of course." She laughed through the words, as if his question had been a silly one.

Moving back around in front of Nick she would hook two fingers into the waist of his shorts while picking up a riding crop with her other hand. "Now, no more questioning what your mistress is doing. Hyu just have to trust me." With that she would start leading him towards the Spanish Mule, a wooden saw horse with a narrow, peaked spine.

He was a bit confused on her method at thos point. But he was not allowed to question. With his arms bound behind his back, what was Bianka going to do withbher crop? His hands covered the top of his butt. Unless she wasn't going to aim there...

Nick made a nervous swallow as she lead him to what he believed to be a Spanish Mule. It had many uses. But what was going to be her use for it?

Leading Nick over to the squat, wooden structure Bianka would reach up, having to half climb on the mule, and pull down an end of a rope dangling from the ceiling. From the squeaking sound made by the descending rope it was obviously attached to a pulley above. Moving behind the man she tied this loose end off to the rope already tied about his arms. "Hokay, now is time to climb up for hyu." She gestured to the mule with the riding crop, a single wooden rail would be the only aid Nick would see to mounting the device. The task would be difficult without the use of his arms, but that was sort of her idea.

If he hesitated she would give him a whack on the back of his thighs with the crop, and as soon as he stepped away she would move over to where a number of ropes came down to meet a line of cleats upon the wall. Once his foot was on the wooden rail she would begin pulling on the far end of the rope now attached to Nick's arms, and after a few tugs he would begin to feel himself being hoisted slowly. This would provide some aid in climbing and balance, but it also threatened to pry at his shoulder sockets if he didn't get into his "saddle" faster than she pulled.

Nick had an idea of qhat the Spanish mule was used for and what Bianka wanted him to do. Luckily there was a bar there that would be able to help Nick get up onto it. And surprisingly, he was able to do so pretty well. He made a few grunts and eventually sat on the mule. His feet were flat on the floor but the mule still dug into his crotch area.

"A-Alright Mistress, Im on...This is a bit odd for me) honestly..."

Bianka drew up a few more pulls on the rope, hauling Nick's arms up behind him just far enough to strain his shoulder sockets. Tying the rope off to the cleat once more she would pick up her riding crop and return to her toy. "Ho? Vell, that is good, jah? Hy vould hate for this to be boring for hyu."

Still lingering behind the man, just out of sight, she would lash out at his back with the crop, striking just below his shoulders. Arching his back would pull down on the rope, stretching his shoulders farther, so he'd have to resist the urge to respond to the blows of the crop.

Nick knew she was begin him. And she knew she had the riding crop. He bit his lip in a bit of features and anticipation. He gets hit with the crop and makes a small yell. He tries to hold it in since it just the first hit. But his back arches ever so slightly.  He groans when his arms where pulled a bit.

Fucking physics....

"G-Gah...Mistress B-Bianka..." He almost lucidly moans out.

Bianka loved playing with physics, and her mad science was from from over. She laid a few more red stripes across his back with the crop before she walked a slow circle around him. She let the leather tongue of the instrument drag across his skin as she circled him slowly. Stopping in front of him she would bring the business end of the crop up to touch his nipple before drawing it back, her free hand clutching the end of the flogger to bend it adding more power to what was about to happen. "Did hy hear a 'thank you, Mistress Bianka?'"

With each hit his yells would only get louder as everything got tighter. His shoulders were growing closer to popping right out. He makes a few whimpers as she left him that way to come around to his front. Nick's face would be a deep red and helps slowly looked at his domme.

"T-Thank you...Mistress Bianka."

Bianka moves her hand back just half an inch before releasing the crop to swing forward. The tongue didn't strike his flesh with the solid thwack that it might have, but rather its tip flicked down over the man's nipple with a quick, stinging bite. "Goot." Strutting around behind Nick once more she returned to the rope that pulled upon his arms. Gently she would let it slack to take a little pressure off of his shoulders, but just for a few moments.

Walking back to the "mule" she would reach down to seize one of Nick's feet, pulling it up behind him slightly before tying the rope about his ankle. If he then tried to lower his foot it would wrench on his shoulders, but eventually keeping his foot up would become a painful exercise unto itself. "There. Now, let us see how strong hyu are, hmm?"

He makes a seething sound when his chest was smacked with the thin crop. He bit his lip and says away from Bianka. His foot was grabbed up, and it wiggle around a bit in her grasp as Nick tries very slightly to free his foot.

But it was still caught by her and bound to his shoulder ropes. "Augh....B-Bianka...?" He lowers his foot but instantly raises it again in fear of the pain. "Im n-not so strong Mistress Bianka. You proved that in the rather sexy submission you trapped me in..." He says to try and appeal to her.