A latex girl thing

Rusty bent down and removed Slave’s leg restraints. He then reached and removed the chain of the nipple clamps from her mouth. He took his tie off her neck and off of her completely. He then ordered, “Stay here and keep quiet.”

He left and came back with some leather cord from one of the tables they passed on the way back to the dungeon. Observing the length of the perch, he then grabbed Slave’s left arm and led her towards it. At the moment, it appeared she could barely straddle it, but he ordered, “Get on it.”

“Yes Sir!” Slave spread her legs, and then forced herself on her toes to just get over the end of the perch. The conical points put a stop to her forward progress, and her tied up form settled on the cross rod.

Rusty bent over to grab Slave’s left leg, and with force he pulled it out until she yelp and had to stand more on her left leg. He had her leg out until it was past the conical point, and then he brought her leg back towards the point until he could fasten the shackle around her ankle. He inserted the locking pin, let go of the leg, and she barely could stand on it. He worked on her right leg, and immediately she moaned in protest from the discomfort. He ignored her, and once finished her legs were spread open, her feet barely on the floor, and the points barely jabbing against her inner thighs.