I strung a rope through the eyeholes and ran it up underneath her armpits, through the rings, then underneath her other arm. Her absolute obedience and near-complete lack of limits convinced me she was a “keeper”. I think I can use a break. David and his friends and I distracted ourselves by throwing the ice cubes from four feet away. “Please don’t get up. Two guys stopped in front of her and looked at each other. For me. When I went back to work on her legs, she tried to move but the ropes bit into her sensitive underarms and she had to work twice as hard to keep still. I watched her struggle, her breathing getting shallow and fast. She took the first five blows of the cane without much more than a moan. I laid the cane across it, debating with myself whether or not to take the next step. We all laughed and she growled.
