Miss Roper and Mistress Tess have their slave bound, naked, and completely at their mercy. As they approach, the atmosphere thickens with his anticipation. Without a word, they begin their cruel game! Twisting, flicking, slapping, and scratching his nipples! His desperate pleas to spare him fall on deaf ears, only amusing them more. His helplessness is exactly what they crave, and the latex-clad mistresses revel in his suffering. Once they've warmed him up, they up the ante by introducing nipple clamps, intensifying his torment. But these wicked dommes aren't done yet. They give him a "choi...

Miss Roper and Mistress Tess have their slave bound, naked, and completely at their mercy. As they approach, the atmosphere thickens with his anticipation. Without a word, they begin their cruel game! Twisting, flicking, slapping, and scratching his nipples! His desperate pleas to spare him fall on deaf ears, only amusing them more. His helplessness is exactly what they crave, and the latex-clad mistresses revel in his suffering. Once they've warmed him up, they up the ante by introducing nipple clamps, intensifying his torment. But these wicked dommes aren't done yet. They give him a "choice", continue the nipple torment or endure a session of tickling. Naively, he opts for tickling, thinking it’ll be easier to endure. Little does he know, they plan to do both. His cries for mercy are swiftly silenced as they gag him, their relentless tickling paired with unrelenting nipple torment driving him to the brink. With his body writhing uncontrollably, and every ounce of will drained from him, they finally stop, leaving him wrecked and broken as they laugh and saunter away, fully satisfied with their handiwork.