Cowgirl Terror

Howdy Pardners.... I’ve been rounding up one unruly slave and now have him corralled in the BDSM Laboratory where he is locked in chastity and packed away in a rubber bodybag. My cowgirl outfit looks great, but he can’t see it and only knows where I am by the jingling spurs on my boots. Still, that doesn’t matter because I’m about to melt his kinky brain by suspending him face down and leave him swinging gently in the breeze as his chastity frustration rolls on and on and on.