The pressure of the rope just above her nipples is something Verusha has been trained to enjoy. She even likes the feel of the course rope with which she's bound, by the wrists and knees, over her torso, suspending her from the roof of the attic. When her master comes to check on her, he finds that her nipples have gone soft, so he rips open the front of her shirt, baring them to the cold draft. He asks if she is suffering, to which she can only nod, because her mouth is gagged. Her feet are starting to ache and burn from balancing in her predicament atop stiletto pumps. Pleasure becomes agony, which returns to pleasure as she pleads for her lover to return and to fuck her hard in any hole, just to be free once again.