Every good boy says he loves his Domme as-is: yoga leggings and a tight tank. But let's be honest, when I wear something like this? One look at Me + one look from Me and he's putty. He's powerless. He's turned out.

I sit My thong bodysuit ass on his face forward, reverse, and wrap My Wolford thigh-high stockings around his neck. He's tucked in so tight. It's dreamy. Euphoric. He looks so peaceful when he's coming to.
It'd be sweet if it weren't also so sinister. Scary scissors and a mean Figure 4 in six-inch heels have him straining in his cage.

I unlock him and give him fifty strokes. I'd be more than happy to give him fifty more, but he's begging for a busting. My swift knee to his balls in the chastity ring will teach him his lesson.

Applying pressure

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