Mistress Krush dressed from Her neck down in leather She enjoys playing with Her slut J just like how a cat plays with a mouse.....teasing it, tormenting it, amused by the feeble attempts of the worthless being. Mistress Krush somehow entices Her slut into a false sense of security with Her soothing tones only to snatch them away with Her change to a sharper tone. The slap of Her leather glove slapping across SJ's face is enough to remind him of his place and where he belongs.