The dungeon door closes behind Johnny, and with it, the last trace of his former self. Masked and harnessed, he kneels before Cruella and Morena Rosa — two Mistresses who have turned domination into an art form. Tonight, he is their canvas, and they are ready to paint.

Smoke curls through the air as the first lesson begins. Cruella brings the cigarette to her lips, inhales deeply, and releases a slow stream into Johnny's waiting mouth. He holds it, lungs burning, until she grants permission to exhale. Morena Rosa watches with a satisfied smile, already planning the next torment. Cigarette after cigarette finds its way between his lips, his mouth transformed into their personal ashtray. Ash falls, and his tongue follows, licking every trace clean while they remind him: an ashtray does not speak.

But the smoke is only the beginning. Their feet demand attention — leather-scented, sweat-kissed, powerful. Johnny presses his face between their toes, inhaling the blend of perfume and exertion. His tongue traces every contour of their soles, from heel to arch to the delicate spaces between each digit. They correct him with sharp words and sharper glances, demanding he suck each toe with the devotion of a man who knows his only purpose is to please.

The degradation flows as freely as the smoke. "Useless." "Trash." "Wretch." Each word lands with precision, stripping away another layer of his dignity. They speak of replacing him, of leaving him naked and bound to a pole in the cold, abandoned and forgotten. His only value, they remind him, is in his obedience. And so he obeys — trembling, sweating, grateful for every moment of their attention.

This is the first chapter of Johnny's descent into complete submission. The dungeon has claimed him, and Cruella and Morena Rosa are just getting started. The smoking, the spitting, the foot worship, the verbal humiliation — all of it lays the foundation for what is to come. Step inside Cruella and Morena's Den, and witness the birth of a slave.

New and improved 2K version. Originally released as "Extreme Oral Humiliation: Extinguishing Cigarettes in His Mouth and Swallowing Goddesses' Spit" — still available in the catalog.

English Subtitles. [2K]

The sun is out, the garden is blooming, and Bazuca has finally gotten exactly what she wanted: brand new furniture for her poolside afternoon. But this furniture breathes, sweats, and exists for one purpose only — to hold up every single pound of her.

Stretching out across her new acquisition, she wastes no time putting it through its paces, testing just how much weight it can really take. Satisfied with how sturdy her human lounge chair turns out to be, she lights a cigarette, blowing smoke lazily into the afternoon air while ordering her slaves into position — one beneath her, one within reach, both existing solely for her comfort.

Feet come next, propped up on eager shoulders, pressed against waiting mouths hungry to prove their devotion. She watches with amusement as her slaves take turns worshipping every inch of her — licking, kissing, savoring what they've been told is the greatest privilege of their day.

Then comes the real test of loyalty: full weight, no mercy, her ass sinking down directly onto the face trapped beneath her. She rocks slightly, checking in on his breathing with a mocking little laugh, ash from her cigarette drifting down onto his skin as he struggles for air that she's in no hurry to give back.

By the time the sun starts dipping, Bazuca finally allows her furniture a moment of rest — dismissed, exhausted, thoroughly used. Satisfied with her perfect afternoon by the pool, she has just one more request left for her slaves: go make her a coffee.

English Subtitles. [FHD]

Penelope is going to kiss Scarlet Jones the way she likes best, with extreme intensity.

Penelope is going to kiss Scarlet Jones the way she likes best, with extreme intensity.

Penelope is going to kiss Scarlet Jones the way she likes best, with extreme intensity.

Penelope is going to kiss Scarlet Jones the way she likes best, with extreme intensity.

Penelope is going to kiss Scarlet Jones the way she likes best, with extreme intensity.

The afternoon reaches its climax. Four goddesses have tested, judged, and ranked their slaves throughout the day. Now comes the final ritual—the moment where complete domination reaches its peak.

The feet are prepared one last time. Each slave moves between the mistresses, cleaning, worshipping, leaving every sole glistening with saliva and devotion. Morgana, Ariel, Morena Rosa, and Cruella sit in complete control, watching their slaves grovel and beg for the privilege of touching their feet.

The worship intensifies. Slaves lick soles with desperate hunger. They suck toes while the mistresses laugh, calling them names, reminding them of their worthlessness. "You exist only for this," they say coldly. "Your mouth is nothing but a tool for our pleasure." The humiliation is relentless—each slave is compared to the others, judged, found wanting.

Foot gagging reaches new heights. Toes slide deep into eager mouths as the mistresses control the pace, watching their slaves struggle and choke. Some slaves gag, their eyes watering, but they never pull away. The goddesses enjoy every moment of their complete submission.

Then the water is prepared. Not fresh water—water that has been used to wash all four mistresses' feet. Dirt, sweat, the essence of complete domination mixed into a shared bowl. This is the final test. This is the ultimate reward.

Mr. Hyde drinks first—two full cups, the prize for his superior performance. He swallows without hesitation, savoring every drop of his mistresses' degradation. The other slaves watch, understanding what comes next.

One by one, they drink. Some receive full cups. Some receive half. The weakest receives the smallest portion—a humiliation within the humiliation. But all must drink. There is no escape. The water tastes of dirt and submission, of hours spent on their knees, of absolute surrender.

the end, every slave has tasted the shared essence of their four goddesses. The afternoon is complete. The hierarchy is established. The Feet Fiesta has reached its ultimate conclusion—not with pleasure, but with the bitter, salty reminder that they exist only to serve.

English Subtitles. [FHD]

Penelope is going to kiss Scarlet Jones the way she likes best, with extreme intensity.

The afternoon reaches its climax. Four goddesses have tested, judged, and ranked their slaves throughout the day. Now comes the final ritual—the moment where complete domination reaches its peak.

The feet are prepared one last time. Each slave moves between the mistresses, cleaning, worshipping, leaving every sole glistening with saliva and devotion. Morgana, Ariel, Morena Rosa, and Cruella sit in complete control, watching their slaves grovel and beg for the privilege of touching their feet.

The worship intensifies. Slaves lick soles with desperate hunger. They suck toes while the mistresses laugh, calling them names, reminding them of their worthlessness. "You exist only for this," they say coldly. "Your mouth is nothing but a tool for our pleasure." The humiliation is relentless—each slave is compared to the others, judged, found wanting.

Foot gagging reaches new heights. Toes slide deep into eager mouths as the mistresses control the pace, watching their slaves struggle and choke. Some slaves gag, their eyes watering, but they never pull away. The goddesses enjoy every moment of their complete submission.

Then the water is prepared. Not fresh water—water that has been used to wash all four mistresses' feet. Dirt, sweat, the essence of complete domination mixed into a shared bowl. This is the final test. This is the ultimate reward.

Mr. Hyde drinks first—two full cups, the prize for his superior performance. He swallows without hesitation, savoring every drop of his mistresses' degradation. The other slaves watch, understanding what comes next.

One by one, they drink. Some receive full cups. Some receive half. The weakest receives the smallest portion—a humiliation within the humiliation. But all must drink. There is no escape. The water tastes of dirt and submission, of hours spent on their knees, of absolute surrender.

the end, every slave has tasted the shared essence of their four goddesses. The afternoon is complete. The hierarchy is established. The Feet Fiesta has reached its ultimate conclusion—not with pleasure, but with the bitter, salty reminder that they exist only to serve.

English Subtitles. [2K]

The four mistresses have grown comfortable with their initial worship, and now they decide to turn devotion into competition. The slaves are no longer passive—they're being tested, ranked, judged on every touch, every movement, every moment of submission.

Mr. Hyde moves between the mistresses in a careful rotation, becoming the primary competitor. His masked face hides nothing—his devotion is absolute, his mouth eager, his hands skilled. The other slaves watch as he demonstrates what true service looks like. Morgana, Ariel, Morena Rosa, and Cruella observe with cold amusement, comparing performances, whispering judgments.

The competition escalates. Each slave must prove himself worthy of his mistress's feet. Some struggle. Some excel. The masked Mr. Hyde dominates—his tongue works with precision, his mouth opens wide for foot gagging, his entire being focused on pleasing. The mistresses laugh, commenting on technique, on enthusiasm, on who deserves to continue and who should be replaced.

Water becomes a reward system. The best performers drink deeply. The weaker ones receive smaller portions, their humiliation complete. The slaves taste the essence of their mistresses mixed with garden dirt—a bitter, salty reminder of their place in the hierarchy.

By the end of Part 2, a clear ranking has emerged. The masked one stands above the rest. The others know they've been judged and found wanting. The competition isn't over—it's only just begun.

English Subtitles. [FHD]

The four mistresses have grown comfortable with their initial worship, and now they decide to turn devotion into competition. The slaves are no longer passive—they're being tested, ranked, judged on every touch, every movement, every moment of submission.

Mr. Hyde moves between the mistresses in a careful rotation, becoming the primary competitor. His masked face hides nothing—his devotion is absolute, his mouth eager, his hands skilled. The other slaves watch as he demonstrates what true service looks like. Morgana, Ariel, Morena Rosa, and Cruella observe with cold amusement, comparing performances, whispering judgments.

The competition escalates. Each slave must prove himself worthy of his mistress's feet. Some struggle. Some excel. The masked Mr. Hyde dominates—his tongue works with precision, his mouth opens wide for foot gagging, his entire being focused on pleasing. The mistresses laugh, commenting on technique, on enthusiasm, on who deserves to continue and who should be replaced.

Water becomes a reward system. The best performers drink deeply. The weaker ones receive smaller portions, their humiliation complete. The slaves taste the essence of their mistresses mixed with garden dirt—a bitter, salty reminder of their place in the hierarchy.

By the end of Part 2, a clear ranking has emerged. The masked one stands above the rest. The others know they've been judged and found wanting. The competition isn't over—it's only just begun.

English Subtitles. [2K]