You came all the way out to Dungeon West, for an afternoon of Female Domination by the incomparable Mistress Justine Cross. You walk into my beautiful space and see the black leather St. Andrews Cross behind me that makes you tremble slightly, but not as much as my presence makes you quake. I order you to take off your clothes to begin our session. But that's where things take a turn, from what you thought you signed up for. You are so pathetic that I only have to raise a perfect eyebrow for you to know exactly what I'm thinking. You are a sexless loser, aren't you? I will verbally eviscer... Show more