So long, he’s broken. Broken by society, re-shattered by Dr. Marx. Fetish sparks in the institutional air. A boy discovers he is, in fact, desperate for this scene. He goes nowhere. He really is fucked. It’s not a hospital, but it feels like one. A
Relentlessly training a “Thank You Mistress” out of my slave after each edging, raunchy stroke tease. The pitch of this scene rises to feverish, with each desperate “Thank You,” until I need to slow down so I don’t get too distracted, even myself.
When your thing is humiliation, and you’re in front of me, and you’re stuck in a cock crimper? I purposefully waited to film this concept with this boy. Same boy from Shame Boner. Same boy who *gets* shame boners in every single session. The
A slave with a girlfriend (and a straitjacket fetish) has a choice and I’m in the mood to make it horrible. A) Her. A nice date, a relationship. Cooking and Netflix. Or B) A goddess you’ll never have and always obey. Denial. Submission. You will
Getting a slave to admit to their problem is more easily done while the patient is in a weakened and confused state. The patient’s 24 hour slave bondage contract is read back to him as he moans and thrusts and mews on the road to discovering his
There’s nothing like the spiked device. No dignity, no defense, just sheer punishment when I walk in the room. And I’m about to do more than walk in the room. How badly you’ll suffer, how deep my device will dig. With just a scent. A feather. A