Brace yourself!

You were really hoping to endure it.

But the slaps are getting harder, your ass - more and more red and aching, and the women are getting a taste.

“Your name is Whore, right?”

“Mmphs!”

Smack!

“And you love getting tied up and fucked by dirty cocks?”

“Mmmphs!”

Slap!

“Or to lick big wet pussies?”

“Mmmmmmmphs!”

Slap! Slap! Slap!

The last slap hits so hard that you lose your mind for a moment.

Your brain is suddenly like - no more pain! You must fight or flight!

And obviously, you try to flight, like a weak pussy you are.

But your legs are bound tightly, so you can’t do any running - just jumping off your pedestal and looking around hunted.

The women stop slapping you: they obviously didn’t suppose you could try to run.

Your jump even seems to dispel the fog in their heads a bit, and now they see you as a frightened woman, not a **** to slap.

So this all could have ended there - if not for Linda’s encouraging voice.

“The game is still on, ladies. You just have to chase the runaway mannequin before smacking it. And remember - no touching with hands, just pantyhose slaps!”

At least, thanks for this, Linda.

Do you regret not agreeing to become her pantyhose-hanger for this day?