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"I want to see some of that ballet shit Lauren, and youôre going to show me very soon. Give those chains a little pull Lauren" I commanded Lauren, still obviously shocked from her beating, pulled lamely at the chains, making the ratchet click three or for times, moving her legs only an inch further apart. "Ok Bitch, I can see we are going to have problems here. Let me organise some incentive for you to move" I said, half-glad she hadnôt cooperated. I went to the cupboard once more, and retrieved some "incentive". Plugging it into the wall, I then positioned myself behind her, sitting between her legs, which had an inside angle of about 45 degrees. I sat with the tool in my hand waiting, absently running my hand along the beck of Laurenôs thigh, feeling the slight welts from the beating I had given her the night before.
"Now Lauren, I want you to do the splits for me. Pull on those chains and spread you pretty legs apart" I said. Lauren pulled a little on the chains, increasing the inside angle of her legs a little more, the ratchets clicking, allowing movement in only one direction. "More please" I said, admiring the view that was opening up in front of me.