The alluring Mistress Bella Blackheart is a sight to behold in her skin tight patent leather catsuit. Her long, lethal bull whip in hand, she strides about her dungeon on stiletto heels that make a resounding and forbidding sound of their own. Her pain pet awaits bpund, helpless in dire anticipation.

Strike after excruciating strike, Bella has her pet dancing a crazy jig, arms up, bare flesh jiggling. His skin is streaked with breathtaking marks. Barely a square inch of his body, front or back goes unscathed. He groans, he screams, he pleads for mercy. But there shall be no repriev...

The alluring Mistress Bella Blackheart is a sight to behold in her skin tight patent leather catsuit. Her long, lethal bull whip in hand, she strides about her dungeon on stiletto heels that make a resounding and forbidding sound of their own. Her pain pet awaits bpund, helpless in dire anticipation.

Strike after excruciating strike, Bella has her pet dancing a crazy jig, arms up, bare flesh jiggling. His skin is streaked with breathtaking marks. Barely a square inch of his body, front or back goes unscathed. He groans, he screams, he pleads for mercy. But there shall be no reprieve.

She relentlessly strikes his flesh again and again, making her breasts quiver above her low-cut, studded bra top. With the precision of a surgeon, she targets the most vulnerable and yet undefiled parts of his body. Bella's pain pet has a long night of torment ahead of him, before Mistress' voracious sadistic appetite is satisfied.