Custom clip: Her captive slowly begins waking up from the ancient alchemical she has administered. Tied immobile to his bed, her sanguinary and sticky sweet arousal spiced hosiery once again gagging him. He sees the very elegant Lady, dressed like the HeadMistress of the school of hard knocks. Crisp clothes, hair all done up in a tight bun, glasses, and so on. She is reading the classic poem by Poe Eldorado as she once more very wickedly smokes her cigars. Candles are flickering, she has her witches altar set up. When she finishes the recitation of the poem, she naughtily slips her glasses ...

Custom clip: Her captive slowly begins waking up from the ancient alchemical she has administered. Tied immobile to his bed, her sanguinary and sticky sweet arousal spiced hosiery once again gagging him. He sees the very elegant Lady, dressed like the HeadMistress of the school of hard knocks. Crisp clothes, hair all done up in a tight bun, glasses, and so on. She is reading the classic poem by Poe Eldorado as she once more very wickedly smokes her cigars. Candles are flickering, she has her witches altar set up. When she finishes the recitation of the poem, she naughtily slips her glasses off, undoes her hair, and reminds her slave that she promised to collect her fee the next time around. Only it is not merely common coin that will cover the price of her favors, but his compliant and obedient mind and his immortal soul. No doubt, employing her strap-on to consecrate the exchange, the ember of her cigar to indelibly burn that circle on his body in which a pentagram will inexplicably appear, and carving the mark of the serpentess in his flesh with her very dangerous nails. Perhaps dripping the hot wax of her special ceremonial candles upon him, and making him ingest the bitten honey and cinnamon apple and sacramental mix she has already chewed before requiring him to taste.