With her slave on his knees below her, naked, collared and leashed, Mistress Synful Pleasure is a sight to behold in her throne, wearing gleaming patent leather from head to toe, including her magnificent crotch high boots! She controls her slave with ease, as she verbally belittles him for being...worthless!

A harsh series of face slaps quickly put him in his place. With each stinging smack, he grows smaller and smaller...falls lower and lower...more timid...unable to look Synful in the eye...unable to utter a word. Her beat down is more than a mere physical punishment. It serves ...

With her slave on his knees below her, naked, collared and leashed, Mistress Synful Pleasure is a sight to behold in her throne, wearing gleaming patent leather from head to toe, including her magnificent crotch high boots! She controls her slave with ease, as she verbally belittles him for being...worthless!

A harsh series of face slaps quickly put him in his place. With each stinging smack, he grows smaller and smaller...falls lower and lower...more timid...unable to look Synful in the eye...unable to utter a word. Her beat down is more than a mere physical punishment. It serves to render him psychologically helpless, unable to lift a hand to stop her physical and verbal debasement. He is exactly where he belongs.

To humiliate him further, she overwhelms the fool in a sea of her hot saliva. On his face, chest, in his eyes, and of course into his open waiting mouth, she rains her warm spit all over him. In little time, he is covered in her saliva as she continues to slap him silly. What a privilege it is for such an unworthy slave is to receive such a gift from his Mistress. He is nothing more than a repository for her drool. A spittoon for her dribble.