Miss Stella has a busy day ahead of her. But first she must deal with a snobbish little slave (not that he's really snotty-but she's entitled to her opinion and after all. He is her property) Either way Miss Stella likes things to be clear to her slave. So a little personal time together is always a good time for “her” and it reminds her slave of his proper place!

Miss is looking fabulous in her comfortable attire dungeon attire, casually smoking a cigarette (Just because her slave hates it) Her destitute slave dangles there helpless. He awaits the merciless torrents of pain that h...

Miss Stella has a busy day ahead of her. But first she must deal with a snobbish little slave (not that he's really snotty-but she's entitled to her opinion and after all. He is her property) Either way Miss Stella likes things to be clear to her slave. So a little personal time together is always a good time for “her” and it reminds her slave of his proper place!

Miss is looking fabulous in her comfortable attire dungeon attire, casually smoking a cigarette (Just because her slave hates it) Her destitute slave dangles there helpless. He awaits the merciless torrents of pain that he knows he will suffer. Alone is his misery as his mistress smiles at his side!

The thin flimsy cane in her hand is easily capable of welting and ripping through a victim's flesh. It whistles almost gleefully through the air before blasting into his flesh. His cries and moans of agony intermingling with the canes sweet music, and Miss Stella's Sadistic laughter. His twists and attempts to avoid the painful strikes are in vain. He only causes the strikes to land upon softer, more delicate flesh. He can do nothing! Only suffer at her sadistic hand and hope that her hunger is soon appeased!