In a beautiful modern dungeon, Ms Lydia Supremacy, a striking dominatrix with raven hair, sits on a throne, her stiletto-heeled boots gleaming under the lights. With a gesture, she summoned her boy toy to kneel before her.

The quivering slave meekly approached. Pointing to her own boots, Ms Lydia fixes him with a commanding gaze. "Worship them," she orders.

Obediently, he kisses the polishes the leather, each touch heightening his submission. Satisfied, Ms Lydia leads him to a bondage table, bending him over it, revealing that his cock is locked in a tiny chastity cage.

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In a beautiful modern dungeon, Ms Lydia Supremacy, a striking dominatrix with raven hair, sits on a throne, her stiletto-heeled boots gleaming under the lights. With a gesture, she summoned her boy toy to kneel before her.

The quivering slave meekly approached. Pointing to her own boots, Ms Lydia fixes him with a commanding gaze. "Worship them," she orders.

Obediently, he kisses the polishes the leather, each touch heightening his submission. Satisfied, Ms Lydia leads him to a bondage table, bending him over it, revealing that his cock is locked in a tiny chastity cage.

She presses the rigid length of a strap-on against him, eliciting a muffled moan as she fills him slowly. With each thrust she asserts her dominance, and he feels the mix of pleasure and pain, his tightly caged cock bulging in its cage from the excitation.

After a moment, she flipps him onto his back, binding his arms to the table and suspending his feet above him. With every thrust, she claims him, her control absolute. His cries echoing in the room, marking his submission.

Once finished, she unties him, leaving him trembling on the table. She traces a fingertip along his sweat-slicked skin, enjoying the aftermath, leaving a little left to share with her friends later, and walks away.