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We arrive at your mansion in the country, cold and isolated. You are wearing leather trousers, a black satin blouse, black leather gloves, boots and a fur coat. You head to your room to make a quick call: "Zandra darling, we are on schedule, your husband is in my lounge as I speak, within the hour he will be paralyzed and ready for collection." You return with our glasses of cognac and I offer to light your cigar. We kiss. I become increasingly dizzy, you kiss me hard, the smoke into my mouth before you smother me beneath your leather gloved hand.

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Custom Clip Request:

We arrive at your mansion in the country, cold and isolated. You are wearing leather trousers, a black satin blouse, black leather gloves, boots and a fur coat. You head to your room to make a quick call: "Zandra darling, we are on schedule, your husband is in my lounge as I speak, within the hour he will be paralyzed and ready for collection." You return with our glasses of cognac and I offer to light your cigar. We kiss. I become increasingly dizzy, you kiss me hard, the smoke into my mouth before you smother me beneath your leather gloved hand.

You laugh sadistically as I struggle, my eyes roll back into my skull and I fall to the floor, temporarily paralyzed by your black lipstick. Quickly you send photos of me to each of your sisters within your coven and set up a live stream so they can watch you complete the ritual. You cocoon me in black leather. The hood has a single tube to restrict my breathing. The eye holes allow me to see, and I can hear, but am unable to speak or move. You expose my cock through the leather and with a syringe, you inject a large dose of Viagra into the base of my cock. You chastise me and cover the spiked device in a thick black rubber sheath. You change into your black latex catsuit and mask from your wardrobe. Upon your return, you straddle me and light a black cigarette. You inhale deeply and lean in to kiss me, sealing your lips around my breathing tube directing the smoke into my lungs before you press your leather gloved thumb over the hole, sealing the tube.

I quickly jolt into consciousness. You laugh sadistically and seize my throat pressing me to the floor. "Foolish male, so eager to taste my kiss. My lipstick is laced with a pheromonic neuro toxin derived from the venom of the bejeweled wasp fused with enough jimson to keep you in place for as long as I desire." "The more you struggle, the tighter the leather shall constrict...you see, this leather is specially enhanced with the DNA of a python. Making this leather a living, breathing entity..survive tonight and you shall become my slave. Or perish, the choice is mine!" Tears fill my eyes as you smoke, the air filling with your poisonous aroma.

Your leather gloved hand reaches down to my loins and feeds my chastised cock into your divine latex cunt. Squeezing and gripping my shaft tightly within your vaginal clutches you tempt my arousal further as I gasp and desperately reach for breath. The needles within the chastity device start to puncture my hardening penis and as I struggle the leather cocoon tightens around me, limiting my breathing space with its vice like grip. Slowly you begin to ride me as you coldly stare into my soul, smoking your cigarette, ensuring each exhale is directed deep into my lungs. "Soon you shall forget your own name, your own face, your own identity... once I have broken your spirit I shall share your servitude with my sisters, the succubi, the necromancer, the vampire and you shall forever remain my property"

You hear the front door open, the sound of two women walking towards us, their spiked heels clicking across the marble floor. You stand and remove the black rubber condom. Carefully drawing out the combined fluids with a syringe to fill 7 vials, each one a gift for your sisters within the coven as the 2 ladies put me into a box and then load me into your car. "Zandra, darling, I am on my way to the temple in Salem with the sacrificial lamb, gift wrapped and very much alive. I trust you will be able to relocate his assets as discussed. Johns properties are now yours my love. I look forward to seeing you soon so we may feast upon his demise together, until then I trust you will transfer the agreed amount from Johns account into mine? After all, a lady does not pay!"

"Girls, we are taking the BMW, lock him in the boot. Alexa, head for Mothers estate, we will be taking her private jet"

You laugh wickedly, light a cigar and leave the mansion.

Custom Clip Feedback: The clip is absolutely wonderful and you were amazing! I particularly enjoyed your sinister beauty, cold and calculating, determined and confident, all so wonderfully elegant and enticing. I like how you structured the clip. For me, your voice, your vocal emphasis are just as sexual, if not more so, than the physical act itself. You weave such a wickedly tight web! In my mind, you really have some wonderful talent for the fantastic as well as the ability to make it real and for that I will be eternally grateful indeed.