Mistress Mercy stretches across her slave on the red bench, trapping his neck between her thighs in a tight scissor as he lies beneath her. She eases the pressure just enough and orders him to lift his nose into her crack; the moment it arrives she releases a wet-sounding blast straight into his face. Her thighs clamp down harder around his neck until his face flushes red. She remarks that she ate some nasty food the night before, yanks his head back into the cleft, and lets another one rip. Her rounded ass looks lovely as two more quick bursts follow. Mercy twists around, settles on his chest while still squeezing his neck between her thighs, then slides sideways so her plump cheeks crush his nose. Another fart escapes as she tells him she might have to make him her toilet too and says that would be nice for him. She keeps releasing them while seated on his head.

She directs him to kneel on the floor while she reclines on the bench and presents her ass to his face again. He crawls in and presses his nose into her crack; she answers with fart after fart after fart. Mercy then tells him to kiss her cheeks. Once she feels emptied she shoves him away and commands him to worship her nylon-covered feet. She mocks him for being constantly rejected by women and now doing anything to stay close, including sniffing farts and worshiping stinky feet. As he kisses her soles she announces she is going to rest and reminds him that if she releases more while she is out he had better rise quickly and snort every last one because she does not like the smell.

The scene opens with gorgeous Mistress Mercy sitting on the discipline bench and calling her in her slave to sniff her red nylon covered toes. The fabric is dank from wearing stilettos all day and she rubs them all over his face and sticks her toes in his mouth. She then pulls his mouth wide apart with both big toes and says a big mouth like that should have a cock stuck in it.

Eventually she slides forward and wraps her legs around his neck. She now subjects him to some intense squeezing leaving him dozy and disoriented. She tells him he was out for over an hour and his session is over. She walks away to attend to another slave, little does he know it was only a few seconds and in the dungeon the slaves have no concept of time anyway.

Mistress Mercy stands barefoot on the black floor box that locks her slave in place, his head framed in the hole, arms pinned at the sides, naked body stretched across the patterned rug. She brings the thin cane down across the soles of his feet, then his thighs, then the backs of his hands, each strike landing sharp and precise. She steps over his face so he can press his mouth to her tattooed feet, then draws her foot back and drives a kick straight into his balls. He jerks in the stocks as she works him over, caning and kicking in a steady rhythm while he stays locked and available.

She gathers the string of black clothespins and clips them one after another along his balls and the skin around his cock until they form a tight zipper. She looks down at him through the hole, then yanks the string so the pins rip free in one pull. She tells him to get used to having his balls worked over. The slave breaks, crying like a baby while she stands over him and claims every twitch.

Mistress Mercy stands beside the bench in her red lace bodysuit, tattoos covering her neck, chest, arms and legs as she studies the welts already marking the naked slave bent over the pink-studded pad. His balls hang freely behind him. She taps the existing marks with the thin cane. “Oh, these nice little marks on you. Mm-hmm. Just a little paintball excursion. Hmm. However, I don’t think your ass matches. Hmm. Should we change that? Your balls, I see you just left them hanging out for me.” She pokes the dangling sack with the cane tip. “Good boy. You must have left those for a reason, right? I’d hate to accidentally hit them. I just know you want me to cane those really hard. Hmm? I find if you can make the slave cry, it’s really good for their overall mental health, helps break down that tough betaboy armor. Break it down, Mm-hmm, with some tough discipline.”

She starts landing the cane across his ass. “Go ahead and count out 10 hard ones for me.” He counts each stroke as the wood cracks against him—one through ten—then she keeps going harder. “I lost count but that was at least five or six. Should we do the same for your balls now?” Five sharp strikes hit the hanging balls. “Balls are fully out and ready. Mm-hmm.” She grips and stretches the testicles a foot from his body. “And just stretch them out, make sure there’s a really good target.” The cane snaps across the taut sack. “If you take it really well maybe I’ll have my other slave crawl in here and lick your balls all better.” Harder blows follow; he screams. She returns to his ass with even greater intensity. “Are you getting warmed up, slave?” He cries out as the cane keeps raining down on his ass.

If you love the thought of being a beautiful woman's ass slave and fart sniffer this is the clip for you as you see some of the best farts Miss Ryan, Mistress Mercy, Goddess Violet, Mistress Raven and Mistress Kandy have blasted in their slaves faces in the past. Only 3 minutes but over 30 farts, it's non-stop farting to go along with some really erotic verbals. You'll love it and probably hot enough to be your go to clip when you want to squeeze one out but don't have much time.

Maîtresse Mercy finit de travailler l'esclave sur la croix de Saint-André, appliquant de solides coups de pagaie en bois sur son dos et ses fesses déjà marqués de zébrures avant de lui dire qu'il est pathétique et de lui ordonner de ramper. Il se laisse tomber au sol et traverse le tapis orné à quatre pattes jusqu'au banc de cuir rouge, où elle le positionne sur le dos, la tête au bord. Elle s'assoit sur son visage tout en portant encore sa jupe noire, lui coupant l'air et les commentaires, puis se soulève brièvement pour qu'il puisse respirer avant de se réinstaller.

Elle baisse la jupe, écarte sa culotte, et abaisse ses fesses directement sur sa bouche pour que sa langue puisse l'atteindre. Elle remarque les marques couvrant son corps et qu'il a mérité cela, puis enroule sa main autour de son sexe et l'utilise comme un joystick, tirant et tordant pour enfoncer sa langue plus profondément dans son cul pendant qu'elle reste assise et aux commandes.

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La Maîtresse Mercy s'installe nue sur le visage de son esclave dès le début de la scène, tout son poids appuyant pendant qu'elle demande s'il a pensé à mettre sa langue dans son cul toute la journée. Elle frotte fermement sans lui laisser d'air, lui disant à quel point elle aime la façon dont il se débat sous elle. Quand il tape son cul et tourne la tête pour respirer, elle le réprimande sévèrement, lui rappelant qu'il n'y a pas de règles de tap-out et qu'il fait exactement ce qu'elle veut. Elle se laisse retomber sur son visage aussitôt, la caméra capturant des angles parfaits par en dessous de son cul rond et de son corps tatoué alors qu'elle l'enterre complètement. Elle se balance et se tortille sans se soulever, testant combien de temps il peut retenir sa respiration pour elle avant de finalement se relever pour qu'il puisse haleter et remplir ses poumons.

Au lieu de se rasseoir, elle se penche en avant et lui ordonne de lécher son cul ; il plonge avec empressement pendant qu'elle se doigte la chatte et gémit que la sensation la rend si chaude. Mercy se met alors en position inversée et s'abaisse une fois de plus pour que sa langue puisse lui lécher le cul plus profondément. Elle continue de se caresser tout le temps, montant régulièrement jusqu'à ce qu'elle jouisse fortement sur son visage. En se levant, elle lui dit de laisser ses jus là, comme son nouveau parfum, et l'envoie à sa réunion d'affaires, puis se laisse tomber dans le fauteuil pour donner un dernier teasing prolongé de son corps nu, les doigts jouant encore sur sa chatte mouillée pendant qu'elle sourit. Tellement séduisante et un corps qui crépite !

La Maîtresse Mercy entre d'un pas décidé dans le donjon et trouve les deux esclaves prêts, l'un étendu nu sur le dessus rembourré rouge de la cage et l'autre enfermé dans les barreaux en dessous. Elle saute sur la plateforme, pose ses fesses directement sur le visage de l'esclave du dessus, et commence à se frotter lentement de haut en bas, appuyant tout son poids sur lui tandis que le tissu en jean de sa jupe racle sa bouche et son nez. L'esclave en cage regarde avec une pure envie pendant qu'elle enroule une longue jambe par-dessus les barreaux et lui ordonne de lécher et d'embrasser sa lourde botte noire, lui laissant goûter la seule récompense qu'elle est prête à partager tandis que son rival reçoit le vrai prix.

Elle remonte la jupe plus haut pour que ses fesses nues et douces retombent sur le visage de l'esclave, l'étouffant complètement tandis qu'elle exige sa langue profondément dans son cul. Il lutte pour respirer sous la chaleur charnue de ses fesses pendant qu'elle le chevauche plus fort, riant de son ingratitude après s'être laissée sans se laver pour lui. Quand elle se soulève enfin juste assez pour le laisser haleter, elle se retourne en une position inversée qui offre une vue parfaite de son joli trou rose et de ses épaisses fesses tatouées glissant et s'écartant sur ses traits, puis elle étend les deux jambes vers l'avant pour que tout son poids le plaque à plat. L'esclave en cage regarde chaque seconde du privilège qui lui est refusé, adorant toujours obéissamment la semelle de sa botte, les deux esclaves rivalisant plus fort pour la prochaine chance avec son cul.

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