It's a hundred degrees. We're sweaty, exhausted, spent. The camera is still rolling as my slave gathers his wits about him after a hellacious scissors session. He's reeling, but his dick is responding to my "aftercare" touch, and I definitely haven't had my fill. I rub him and repeat aloud the fantasies I know that pollute his mind, like being edged after weeks of denial, sure that Mistress is craving a ruin ... only to be locked up in his chastity cage instead. Spoiled rotten, I tease the idea of wearing this and only this with a trenchcoat to greet him for a dinner date. Or bet... Show more