Stella Liberty is determined to show her helpless slave that she doesn't have to dress the part of a Dominatrix to make him suffer. Quite the contrary. Even without her fetishistic leathers or latex, she is every bit the cruel and sadistic disciplinarian. Wearing nothing more than a casual pair of shorts and demure white blouse, Stella exudes power and authority. The pain is just as real. The torment excruciating.

For this pet's lesson, Stella chooses a rather cruel and relentless ball busting to drive her point home. Simple, effortless and excruciating. Taking him from behind, she...

Stella Liberty is determined to show her helpless slave that she doesn't have to dress the part of a Dominatrix to make him suffer. Quite the contrary. Even without her fetishistic leathers or latex, she is every bit the cruel and sadistic disciplinarian. Wearing nothing more than a casual pair of shorts and demure white blouse, Stella exudes power and authority. The pain is just as real. The torment excruciating.

For this pet's lesson, Stella chooses a rather cruel and relentless ball busting to drive her point home. Simple, effortless and excruciating. Taking him from behind, she delivers a volley of intense soccer kicks to his scrotum that easily drop him to his knees. But just as quickly as he hits the floor, Stella orders him back up to his feet. Keep him standing. Make him take it. Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide.

Again and again and again she busts his cock and ball sack until he is begging for mercy. But his pleas only fuel her desire to torment his manhood even further. Standing face to face, Stella drives her knees deep into his balls again dropping him to the floor. As her slave writes in agony at her boots, it is painfully clear that this woman doesn't need exotic wardrobe or wicked toys to make him suffer for her. She only needs to be herself.