In the eerie gardens of Femdom Dracula Castle, I, MistressMD, reign supreme. Clad in my powerful pink PVC boots and corset, I collect the castle slave on his lead, parading him to the cross like a helpless hog.

With a wicked smile, I secure slave to the cross, his trembling body at my mercy.

The air is electric with anticipation as, with a flogger in hand, I begin My reign of pain. The sound of the leather lashing across the slave's back and buttcheeks reverberates through the garden, echoing like gunshots; a rhythmic reminder of My absolute control.

I am rele...

In the eerie gardens of Femdom Dracula Castle, I, MistressMD, reign supreme. Clad in my powerful pink PVC boots and corset, I collect the castle slave on his lead, parading him to the cross like a helpless hog.

With a wicked smile, I secure slave to the cross, his trembling body at my mercy.

The air is electric with anticipation as, with a flogger in hand, I begin My reign of pain. The sound of the leather lashing across the slave's back and buttcheeks reverberates through the garden, echoing like gunshots; a rhythmic reminder of My absolute control.

I am relentless, fueled by my insatiable desire for dominance. I pause, surveying my handiwork and feel an intense heat coursing through my veins, my senses heightened by the thrill of inflicting pain.

I leave this whimpering soul, gagged and tied to the cross; a helpless, broken creature, and me, MistressMD, basking in the glow of my unyielding power