The question is not how many wooden clamps your pathetic body can withstand, but how much you will cry for mercy as we tear them off.

Myself, the merciless Mistress Zeida, the cruel Mistress Zara, and the ruthless Lady Messalina are consumed by a savage desire to push this feeble sissy's limits.

We cover every inch of his pitiful form with sharp, biting clamps, from his sensitive nipples to his quivering tongue.

The symphony of his agonized shrieks only fuels our sadistic frenzy as we use crops and whips to slowly remove each one, relishing in his painful cries. <...

The question is not how many wooden clamps your pathetic body can withstand, but how much you will cry for mercy as we tear them off.

Myself, the merciless Mistress Zeida, the cruel Mistress Zara, and the ruthless Lady Messalina are consumed by a savage desire to push this feeble sissy's limits.

We cover every inch of his pitiful form with sharp, biting clamps, from his sensitive nipples to his quivering tongue.

The symphony of his agonized shrieks only fuels our sadistic frenzy as we use crops and whips to slowly remove each one, relishing in his painful cries.

His pain is our pleasure, his screams are our music, and his body is nothing but a plaything for our twisted femdom domination