There is only one path to freedom for my slave; of course freedom is such a relative term. Locked in a cage with a hole on the top, just big enough to get his head through, it's his only outlet from a life behind bars. All the more of a heavenly sight is when his head ascends to find me lying about, dressed in my shiny red latex dress and matching red pumps, to greet him. My torso is inches away from his face, and he can smell the latex like a sensual perfume he has waited for. But such a delight comes at a cost.

I release my sadistic side and give him a number of severe face...

There is only one path to freedom for my slave; of course freedom is such a relative term. Locked in a cage with a hole on the top, just big enough to get his head through, it's his only outlet from a life behind bars. All the more of a heavenly sight is when his head ascends to find me lying about, dressed in my shiny red latex dress and matching red pumps, to greet him. My torso is inches away from his face, and he can smell the latex like a sensual perfume he has waited for. But such a delight comes at a cost.

I release my sadistic side and give him a number of severe face slaps when he least expects it. I give him a sequence of slaps that send his head spinning; the look of confusion on his face is exactly what I sought after. He notices the keys on my necklace and wonders if today is the day he gets a release from chastity. I wouldn't count on it. It's just a way I play mind games with him. He is so willing to put up with whatever I want when those keys are around my neck.

So I go harder, giving him face slaps that shake him to the core, but still he does not sink his head. He would not dare; he knows better than to do that. He gladly takes each fierce slap to his cheek, if only to please his mistress; I have conditioned his mind so that's all he knows to do.

With Bad Intentions,
Goddess Mena Li

Features: face slapping, corporal punishment, Asian, BDSM, female domination, goddess worship, humiliation, bondage