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her grip, pull him too his feet and
bind to the manacles hanging from a two by four piece of redwood. The naked
man, his head lowered, would wait. And Tina would begin. With Saki's cat-o-nine
tails and Saki's rawhide whip Saki Aibu would slash th e pink flesh of Saki's victim. He
would beg for mercy. And oftentimes he would admit his guilt and cry for
forgiveness over a sin.When the threshold of pain was reached, the man would
come. And Tina would inflict the final humiliation by squeezing the b ase of
his prick and keeping him from coming. Then, as Saki Aibu yelled Saki's obscene
abuses,she would gradually loosen Saki's grip until the man was allowed to
ejaculate.Tina was good, very good. Saki Aibu had taken the most powerful and
humiliated them into complet e subjection. But the challenge to herself had
never come, and Tina was always looking out for it. Secretly, Saki Aibu had
expected some all-powerful executive to finally bring Saki's to it. But when it
finally came, it came from the most unexpected of source s.His name was
Frank, and he was nothing more then a house painter. But Saki's had heard the
stories from some of his clients. He called Tina one evenin
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