Her strong fingers gripped him across the mouth and squashed his face. She held his nose and flattened the palm of her hand across his mouth. He did not resist, even though he thought he was going to pass out.

After a couple of minutes, Mistress Sin released her grip as the man's face turned bright red and he looked as though his skin would burst. He gulped desperately for air, his head spinning wildly. Another few seconds and his life would have been snuffed out. She knew this and felt gratified that she wielded the power of life or death. His body went limp and he slumped into unconsciousness.

She used her boot to roll him over onto his front and then stepped onto his back. The next thing he knew as he came round from his slumber was the feeling of extreme pressure on top of him. Two points stabbed into his flesh with such intensity that he couldn't breathe properly. Then, as she jumped up and down on him, the spikes dug into him with such cruelty that he thought he would pass out.

As she listened to his whimpering and wheezing, she became annoyed. Taking the whip from her side, she swung it through the air and caught him with two smart cracks across his buttocks. The sting of the lash made him jump so that he became instantly alert. He wriggled beneath her boots, like a burning snake.

“Stay still!” she yelled at him.

She made sure that she pressed her heels well into his flesh as she walked up and down on his back. He suppressed his screams and tried to hold himself as rigidly as he could. If his movement caused her to fall, then he knew that he would suffer.