She pulls out a feather

You crane your neck, attempting to catch a glimpse of what she was grasping. However, your bounds prevented you from effectively turning so you were left guessing.

However, once she returned, what she was holding surprised you. In her hand laid a pale feather. You couldnt prevent a chuckle, shaking your head ever so slightly. Myranda chuckled as well, cutting the distance between you and dragging the feather along your ribcage. Only then did you understand, as you tried to squirm away from the tool, laughing unintentionally. She dragged it across your ribs, past your stomach and all around your abdomen.

Soon, she began upping the torment by using her fingernails as well, dragging them across your stomach until your skin went red. She let go of the feather, and you used the momentary pause to regain your breath, your chest raising and falling as you panted. She slowly led her finger down your body, before mercilessly forcing it into your navel, and twirling until you howled. It felt like hours before she stopped, and you could barely inhale to pay off your oxygen debt.

"You are not begging yet. Well, that / begs / for more." She pressed her body against yours, slowly getting rid off your bounds. Once all were undone, you collapsed onto the ground. Myranda grinned and chuckled, prodding your side with her boot before she strolled in front of you, placing it right below your face.

"Kiss it." She commanded. Out of options and short of breath, you pressed your lips against her boot and kissed it.

"Well done!" The northern woman said, kicking off her boots and lightly kicking you with her bare foot. You collapsed onto your side, and she placed her foot onto your chest, pinning you to the ground.