Tasha in der trage!

I had been waiting for days for my new stretcher to come in the mail, the kind that would find on any ambulance, except I bought some really good straps that are for total immobilization. Anyway, it turns out that Tasha had not answered the door for the delivery since she knew who was going to be the first in it to test it out! There is no chance of escape, she has to take what I am going to give her. I punish her feet with babyoil, fingers, brush and toothbrush, I get her upperbody some but the focus is mostly on her feet. I save the best for last, using the steel wheel on the tops of her feet which absolutely drives her insane.