With her slave securely bound to her punishment cross, Mistress Renee Trevi needs no contrived BDSM implements to break him to her will. Only her hands and her insatiable appetite for his agony are required. Mistress merely needs to position her fingers just so and her sadistic energy flows effortlessly from her fingertips into his flesh.

Softly at first, he begins to experience only the slightest discomfort, but in seconds, the pain radiates exponentially throughout his body to the point of excruciating agony. As Mistress squeezes and twists on his inflamed nipples, she instructs...

With her slave securely bound to her punishment cross, Mistress Renee Trevi needs no contrived BDSM implements to break him to her will. Only her hands and her insatiable appetite for his agony are required. Mistress merely needs to position her fingers just so and her sadistic energy flows effortlessly from her fingertips into his flesh.

Softly at first, he begins to experience only the slightest discomfort, but in seconds, the pain radiates exponentially throughout his body to the point of excruciating agony. As Mistress squeezes and twists on his inflamed nipples, she instructs him to keep his eyes fixed on her as his body begins to slump to the floor.

He can only to look at her face, her eyes, her lips, and her long beautiful blonde hair. It is only her Goddess perfection which enables him to endure the pain. His facial expressions amuse her, as Renee sadistically digs her fingernails deep into his tit flesh.

His nipples are on fire, his brain turns to putty, as he falls deeper and deeper into a state of pain-driven surrender. He will do anything for Mistress Renee to take away his pain. He screams at the top of his lungs, begging for mercy, proclaiming that he cannot take any more. But he WILL take more. He has no choice. And Mistress Renee will not stop until her appetite for his agony is satiated.