Precarious

She showed up shaky. Voice too quiet. Too many questions. I figured she’d fold fast. Good. I wanted her to fold. After the talk I made her strip and sat her bare on a bed of spikes. Straps pinned her thighs open so she couldn’t lift off. Couldn’t shift weight. The points dug in deeper the longer she stayed. I left her like that. Let the burn sink bone-deep. Every breath she took pushed her harder onto the points. She shook. She bit the bit gag until her jaw locked. Sweat ran down her tits. Still she didn’t safe. She just kept taking it. By the time I tightened the last strap around her wrists behind her back she was panting through her nose, eyes wide, but quiet. Ready. So I picked up the cane.