The slave is in front of Me, with his hands restrained behind his head. Aroused by My velvet leggings, My velvet corset, My velvet high heel boots. Ready to be used. His cock... well, it's not his, it belongs to Me. The slave knows I can give him intense pleasure, or intense frustration. It's entirely up to Me. I can rub his prick, bring him close to orgasm, and then maybe take My hand away and see him pump his cock in the air, like he's trying to fuck it. He's aroused by My proximity, he can't take his eyes off Me, My perfume invades his nose, his senses are overwhelmed. I can do anything... Show more