In Angel’s Lair, Lady Dark Angel all in black, in a satin blouse and leather trousers complete with thigh high boots and spurs is sitting astride the face of her slave, her hands pressed on the man’s chest. The lady confirms with her slave that he indeed has a love of leather, smothering the man’s face with her leather trousers even as he is acknowledging and agreeing with her assertion that he does love leather. The slave, his eyes wide staring upwards gasping, reaching for air as his nose is trapped under the leather trousers of Lady Dark Angel. Up and down and sideways Lady Dark Angel mo...

In Angel’s Lair, Lady Dark Angel all in black, in a satin blouse and leather trousers complete with thigh high boots and spurs is sitting astride the face of her slave, her hands pressed on the man’s chest. The lady confirms with her slave that he indeed has a love of leather, smothering the man’s face with her leather trousers even as he is acknowledging and agreeing with her assertion that he does love leather. The slave, his eyes wide staring upwards gasping, reaching for air as his nose is trapped under the leather trousers of Lady Dark Angel. Up and down and sideways Lady Dark Angel moves her leather ass and says to the man he doesn’t need to breathe. All he needs to do is to have the leather in his face, smothering him, robbing him of breath and while breathless he may be, the man is yet so grateful for the lady’s ministrations of his fetishes

Then Lady Dark Angel rises from her human perch and while standing aloft, presses her high heels down on the man’s cock and balls, the man again grateful he may be given the opportunity of worshiping those boots and heels. Lady Dark Angel sits on the black leather sofa, stretches her boots out, ensuring her spurs make contact with the man’s cock, then dragging those spurs across the man’s cock and balls, causing him to shriek in pain, his cries pure joy to the mistress’s ears. The slave’s face, flush with agony is a picture of real pain as his cock and balls take the weight and abrasive drag of those spurs and the trample of high heels.

It can hardly be any comfort for him to learn from the lady that the spurs she was using were only baby spurs since she has much larger ones. Thus Lady Dark Angel tells the man she would get the bigger spurs and if he could take those then the way was open for him to worship her boots and heels. Inspite of his agonised condition, the slave said he would do his best.

A gem of a clip for lovers of leather and especially of CBT