Lady Cecelie is in a sadistic mood today. She sits perched on her throne. Her black Latex glistening in sharp contrast to her blond hair.
she sits in wait for her prey. For her slave is nothing more than mere prey below her feet on this day.

Her slave is collared and leashed. He will never be more than an arm's length away. He cannot escape the that Lady Cecelie rains upon his tender flesh. Her Short yet mighty leather whip thunderously crashing into him. Time after time her whip finds its mark and sends him screeching in agony! He never knows when or where its coming as Cecel...

Lady Cecelie is in a sadistic mood today. She sits perched on her throne. Her black Latex glistening in sharp contrast to her blond hair.
she sits in wait for her prey. For her slave is nothing more than mere prey below her feet on this day.

Her slave is collared and leashed. He will never be more than an arm's length away. He cannot escape the that Lady Cecelie rains upon his tender flesh. Her Short yet mighty leather whip thunderously crashing into him. Time after time her whip finds its mark and sends him screeching in agony! He never knows when or where its coming as Cecelies sadistic mind keeps changing the pace and tempo of her relentless barrage. He could pull away! Break free of the leash, but he knows that his reprieve will be short lived and his torment will double!