Your hand

You flinch as you see Buffy's heel flying towards your bound hand, but then it stops suddenly in mid-air, just before it would have hit. You breathe a sigh of relief, and then Buffy smiles and slowly lowers the stiletto heel onto the palm of your hand. "Let's see you really squirm," she says, as she starts to rest her weight on it. "That's what you deserve for being a bad toy." As your bound form writhes beneath her, the tight ropes that bind you digging into your flesh, she twists her heel in. "This is the nearest you'll get to a screw."

She listens to your pained cries. "Don't be such a drama queen," she says, lifting her heel up. "Or should that be scream queen." She drives her heel down hard, drawing blood.

"What a commotion," she says, walking around your trembling body, "you'd think I was, crucifying you." With that, she slams her sharp heel down hard into your other palm.

As you writhe on the ground in agony, Buffy looks down at you. "Poor poor hands. Have I made holes in them? Maybe I should thread some rope through them and make you my puppet... or maybe I can just rub salt into them." She kneels down beside you, looking you in the eye. "Or maybe I'll show you that I'm not such a big bad after all. Maybe it's time for some pleasure." Her hand reaches over, stroking your crotch. "Feels good, doesn't it? How about I untie you so you can do the job properly? Oh wait, I forgot about your hands - it would be so painful to pleasure yourself. Still, you'd have me to look at while you did it." She stares into your eyes, as she asks you, "Wouldn't it be worth the suffering?"