In my dungeon, time stands still and you are weaker than ever before. You kneel, reverent and grateful to worship my long legs in latex stockings and garters. My red lips, hair, and pale skin practically leave you speechless, but it's my legs in shiny transparent black rubber latex that you came to see. Down on your knees is right where you need to be, giving me everything, only stroking when allowed. It makes you feel so good to be allowed to be near me.

I pull out my leather riding crop to smack your hard cock, laughing. You keep stroking. My feet move into your face, you admire ... Show more