Kylie winced as she pulled the black leather halter top down over her chest. The welts on her breasts were still tender. The headmaster had treated her to ten strikes with the riding crop yesterday afternoon, the same ten strikes she was supposed to have given to her friend Susan. Kylie told the headmaster she had learned her lesson.
Susan Mitchell was really tired of seeing the atrium of West Valley Academy's senior house. She had been tied to just about every pole, suspended from the ceiling, spread and exposed on the cold tile floor and much more. While she had experienced much worse abuse in various other classrooms around the school, being in the atrium made her feel more exposed, even though all of her antics were being streamed online for anyone with a credit card. Something about being on display in the open space just made her feel even less human.
Today was no different. In fact, today she was even more exposed than the day before. Kylie had continued with the week's theme of suspension bondage. She, or more likely the Headmaster, must have gotten tired of Susan's screaming yesterday, because today Kylie had placed a large red ball gag into Susan's mouth, silencing her. Her jaws were already aching and it was still early..
Kylie's new-found expertise with rope had been put to the test again today. First the woman had again roped Susan's wrists behind her back, securing them tightly together. She had laced the rope down between Susan's fingers as well so her palms were flat against one another. After that, Kylie had again run the rope up Susan's arms and braided it through Susan's long blonde hair, so now her hair was attached to her bound wrists, which meant any move of her hands tugged on her scalp. This was a position Susan especially hated.
Next, the cheerleader had created a harness around Susan's waist. She had taken a long piece of rope and folded it half so both ends touched. She held the middle of the rope against Susan's hip and then wrapped the other end around her waist and crossed it in front of her, just under her navel. She crossed ropes over each other a couple of times and pulled it tightly around the woman's waist. Then she spread Susan's legs apart and pulled the ends of the rope down between her legs, positioning the soft rope between Susan's pussy lips. She crisscrossed the ropes and then looped them under the rope around Susan's waist and tied the ends. Using a climber's carabiner, Kylie attached one of the chains still dangling from the ceiling from yesterday to the back of the harness, threading the chain behind Susan's bound wrists.
In addition, Kylie had wrapped a rope tightly around each of Susan's knees and attached those to the suspended chains. Finally, for good measure, her friend had snapped the rough metal clover clamps across Susan's nipples and tied strings down to her big toes, stretching her nipples downward.
With the help of a few fellow students pulling on the correct chains, Susan had been lifted into the air so it looked like she was sitting upright in an invisible chair. The tension of the chain attached to her back and the pair attached to her spread knees kept her upright, but Susan had to strain to keep her dangling feet in the air to avoid pulling down on her clamped nipples. The full effect was that Susan was once again obscenely spread, her pussy wide open for the camera located directly in front of her, the ropes digging into the tender flesh between her legs.
