Dressed in tight latex dress, my perfect feminine form makes men surrender to my whims and cruelest delights. I have led my slave to my lair where he helplessly bound from the ceiling. Taking my stiff leather tipped black whip, I beat him between his legs and on his back until his body heaves to my satisfaction. I need no excuses to hurt him the way that I do, he is merely a worthless plaything, led by his own lust to be broken here under the bite of my whip.

I beat him with concentrated delight. My luscious red lips pucker into a Mona Lisa smile whenever I see him squirm or hear him ... Show more