Back from the yards, Domina Liza enters the hall with one of her collared slaves behind her. In her hand she still holds the long black bullwhip she has used on the working slaves. The strict lady wears black leather. Completely! She points to the floor and there is only one sharp command: "Knees!" and immediately the slave is on his knees.

"Time for a cigarette!", Liza says and her slave has to offer her a cigarette and a light. She blows the smoke into his face and tells him, that she will use him as her ashtray now because he is nothing more than that.

There is such a n...

Back from the yards, Domina Liza enters the hall with one of her collared slaves behind her. In her hand she still holds the long black bullwhip she has used on the working slaves. The strict lady wears black leather. Completely! She points to the floor and there is only one sharp command: "Knees!" and immediately the slave is on his knees.

"Time for a cigarette!", Liza says and her slave has to offer her a cigarette and a light. She blows the smoke into his face and tells him, that she will use him as her ashtray now because he is nothing more than that.

There is such a nice contrast between the white cigarette, the black leather gloves and Liza's red painted lips. But serving this mean lady means pain. Liza doesn't care about the slave's tongue when she drops the hot ash on it. Why should she? He is only an ashtray.