The fetish species that concedes to being, simply, locked away by a dominatrix and security guard. It is a pleasure to send you away from reality, and even to tease, really tease, for hours on end. But beware. Make sure this is what you want. Because there is no way out. And a gorgeous double ruin at the end is your reward, so I hope you enjoy your imprisonment. Hours of uncut real footage. Why does this only guarantee your addiction?
?FOUR HOURS.This is my on and off again ex person. He has a restraint fetish which is bigger than his frustration with me. I?ve convinced him to ?sit? for me. I leave him, way longer than I told him I would. I do have another friend over. I am doing fetish things elsewhere, and then go out. This boy is monitored, with extra precautions so that this type of insanity is doable. He really goes nuts. He really wants out. He really cries out. For his mistress. For his goddess. For his ex too. I blast him with tease, so much isolation, and a brutal little cuckold scene that he betrays himself about, because he gets harder. Because he likes it. He once was a boy. Is he my plaything now for real? Does he need this? You tell me. Ends with a cheerleader custom ruined orgasm but the ruin happens so fast I can?t use it for that. Insane cumshot.Plus. He challenged or questioned my dicktie ability. What do you think? Looks to me like a perfect dicktie that stands the test of time for hours. Looks to me like the best dicktie he?s ever seen, nevermind felt.Timestamps.Stillness.0:31:45 Vibrator0:36:16 Quiet struggling.0:33:42 He gets mad.1:50:47 Visit # 3, brief popin2:48:47 Cries out a bunch.3:20:11 Visit # 4, cuckold and wet dicktease.?
He was a smart boy? That is, before I got my skilled hands on him. All those brain cells melt away with each pump, each whisper, each deny. It feels so good to have so much power. To watch a ?smart and powerful man? melt into my gooned puddle. Good stupid boy. Become complacent for my pleasure. Spill those IQ points all over my fingers.
Intimate RCT scene goes over the clock just to see how much we can make Skylar Locke take. She cutely requested this from us, a break from the diva stuff just to deep dive into her submissive side. How many orgasms will be driven out? Or denied? The numbers don?t lie on the timer, every girl has their tick, it?s about finding the right combo to best drive them mad.
Crud! I lost the chastity key. Mistress Marisol is so mad at me. There?s nothing I can do, and I?m going to get punished later and that is so frustrating. For now I have a caged chastity boy to vent on, though. Footjob practice! One must be the best service-oriented dominatrix one can. Practice practice practice. Boy sure is horny and desperate , for a supposedly obedient and chaste sub. Maybe Marisol will forget she?s mad at me because she has to discipline him. Turning into a puddle of a boy, just because my feet are stroking him in chastity. Tisk, tisk.
?He may seem like the luckiest slave in the world: after all, how often do I let a boy cum in my mouth (!) while in my skimpiest lingerie? But things aren?t always as they seem, and this boy is simply a stunt cock for me to use. That, and a stunt wallet. After I suck him dry, I?m going out on a date with someone else. Slave?s treat. Perks of having a magical mouth, I suppose. And, I think while we?re at it, I want a new pair of shoes. Ooh and one for my girlfriend too!Is it just me, or does his cock get harder when he hears how I?m going to use his body and wallet for my gains??
As a reward for our loyal submissive, Lucid suspends him so that he?s floating, and I blow him so that he?s soaring. They say teamwork makes the dreamwork, but I?m pretty sure this scene?s success has more to do with our talented tongues than anything (and by that, I mean Lucid?s sweet nothings in his ear, and well, my blowjob technique). A celebration of submission.
My boyfriend made his first and final mistake. Cheating. I have no mercy for spineless men who disobey trust. I?ll film every bit of his pain and suffering as I balance out his body on a metal wheel, strung from cock to nostrils. The pleasure he used to feel from my hand strokes is gone, because when I pull, his face aches with strain. This is my meanest. This is what he deserves. Never again, my dirty teased bitch. You crossed the QUEEN of denial.
He signs his name on the dotted line and he?s mine. The hood slips on, and he?s now a toy for exclusive Mandy Marx use for 60minutes. No bitching. No whining. No requests. My cock for teasing, tormenting, pleasing, or whatever it is I want. What?s that hour look like with me? Could that be you and I? Come play, come pretend, come be my boy.
