Few forms of erotic power thrill me more than bitch slapping a slave with my bare hands until his sense of self worth forsakes him. The simple act of a woman smacking down a grown man has such a profound on his male ego and psyche. All his power and machismo drift away.
It is at this moment, when his heart pounds like a trip hammer, his mouth is as dry as a bone, and he can no longer raise his eyes to meet minewhen each voracious slap stings his cheeks worse than the one before...when his screams for mercy transform to guttural moans of desire and desperation for more then an...
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Few forms of erotic power thrill me more than bitch slapping a slave with my bare hands until his sense of self worth forsakes him. The simple act of a woman smacking down a grown man has such a profound on his male ego and psyche. All his power and machismo drift away.
It is at this moment, when his heart pounds like a trip hammer, his mouth is as dry as a bone, and he can no longer raise his eyes to meet minewhen each voracious slap stings his cheeks worse than the one before...when his screams for mercy transform to guttural moans of desire and desperation for more then an...