Tightly wrapped in plastic and blindfolded, the slave lies on the floor. His mistresses, Lady Claire and Miss Kirsch, sit next to him in beautiful, elegant lingerie and rest their feet on him.

They make the slave smell their feet, pressing them against his mouth and nose so that he gasps for air until they feed him delicious berries with their beautiful feet. They mash the berries on the floor and on the plate and make the slave lick everything off their toes and the soles of their feet thoroughly.

This is followed by a sensual spitting feeding.

At the end, the slave must lick the floor clean while the mistresses rest their feet on him.

Goddess Kamikatze and Miss Kirsch already have their large black strapons ready to go inside the slave. He is eagerly positioned to receive them. Kamikatze binds his hands and body with rope so he does not move while they fuck him hard.

Miss Kirsch starts with her hands, slowly putting her fingers inside his asshole. She works her hand deeper. They apply lubricant, and now it is a time to use their massive dildos to fuck his ass.

First, Miss Kirsch climbs onto him and starts fucking the slave with her big black strapon. She drives it deep inside him with full power. The slave is already moaning.

Now it is Goddess Kamikatzes turn. She first puts the tip of her dildo against his asshole and slowly pushes deeper and deeper inside. She climbs over him and fucks him really hard. The slave moans continuously, getting fucked like the good slut he is.

Now the slave has to use his mouth and ass at the same time. First, Miss Kirsch fucks him from behind while Kamikatze fucks his mouth with her dildo. Then Kamikatze fucks his ass while Kirsch uses his mouth, he sucks her dildo well.

Lastly, they both open his asshole and decide to spit directly inside it. One by one, they spit directly into his asshole.

I sit on the sofa in sheer black and leather, gloves already wrapped around the cage that owns him. He stands in front of me, hooded, collared, waiting while I decide whether that locked cock gets out at all. Lately I choose the treatment. He never knows which one it will be.

I turn the metal in my hand, feel how little room he has left, and tell him the truth with a smile. If he wants a smaller cage, he has to earn the empty one first. I put him on the sofa, wrists bound, knees padded, and take my time. Leather fingers work him while I watch his face through the hood. He is allowed to leak. He is not allowed to pretend this is his release.

When I drain him, it is not a gift. It is maintenance. I keep stroking until there is nothing useful left, then I laugh because the next cage is already waiting. He sits there spent, cuffed, and smaller than he was when he walked in. I turn, show him the view he does not get to touch, and remind him who decides when that dick comes out again.

He is already wrapped when we sit down. Plastic tight around every inch, hood sealed, body turned into a glossy black bench for our feet. Lady Claire and I treat him as furniture from the first second.

Our soles find his face and chest like they own the space. Stockings peel away. Heels come off. Bare skin meets latex and foil. A plate of berries rests on him because that is what a useful toy is for: holding what we want to ruin.

We crush the fruit under our toes. Juice slides between them, stains the wrap, drips toward his mouth. He cannot see any of it. He only feels the weight, the wetness, the smell. I make the rule simple. If he wants out of the foil, he cleans every berry and every drop from our feet.

He works while we stay seated, talking over him, shifting our soles from plate to lips and back again. The mess becomes the point. Red juice on yellow-stocking feet. Her toes painted dark against his hood. His tongue chasing what we leave behind.

When the wrap finally comes off he is still beneath us, now in full black latex, kneeling so our feet can use his back and his face a second time. Four soles. One quiet, berry-stained slave. We do not hurry. We enjoy him.

Relaxada em estilo casual na cama, a Senhorita Kirsch revela sua mais recente aquisição de meias de nylon e imediatamente coloca seu escravo mascarado e na coleira para trabalhar.

Enquanto ele se ajoelha obedientemente aos pés dela, a Senhorita Kirsch o instrui a aproximar o rosto e inalar profundamente, saboreando o aroma enquanto ela desembala o novo par. Ela desliza o nylon liso sobre seus pés e dedos elegantes, observando seus olhos seguirem cada movimento.

Logo ele tem o privilégio de pressionar a língua contra o tecido fino, lambendo e adorando os pés dela exatamente como ela exige. Sua devoção é total enquanto ele limpa e adora cada centímetro sob a orientação dela.

Não satisfeita com apenas um par, a Senhorita Kirsch ordena que ele remova as primeiras meias para que ele possa adorar adequadamente seus dedos descalços, chupando e lambendo com total submissão. O segundo par é colocado, e a adoração continua sem pausa.

Toda a sessão é preenchida com seus comandos provocantes, a boca ansiosa dele e o contraste erótico do nylon macio contra a pele quente.

Mantenho meu escravo mascarado e amarrado a uma cadeira na minha masmorra, exatamente onde ele pertence. Tiro um sapato do meu pé e o amarro firmemente contra o rosto dele, para que ele não tenha escolha a não ser me respirar enquanto decido o que fazer com ele.

Trabalho o pau dele até ficar duro, depois travo um anel de dentes de Kali ao redor dele. Cada golpe que dou agora vem com esses espinhos mordendo. Tiro meu tempo masturbando-o, observando-o se esforçar contra a cadeira, então libero uma de suas mãos. Ele pode se tocar, mas apenas enquanto eu brinco com o mamilo dele e o mantenho sob meu controle.

Quando estou pronta, deixo ele terminar no meu pé. Tiro a meia depois e a pressiono contra a boca dele. Ele chupa o próprio esperma do tecido porque é o que eu mando ele fazer. Nada nesta sala acontece nos termos dele.

I have you caught in my web. Black tape stretches across the wall in a tight, shining lattice and pins you there like prey that already knows it will not get away. Your torso is wrapped, the hood swallows your face, and that open red mouth is the only thing left that can still beg. The cage keeps your cock locked and useless while the rest of you is on display for me.

I move around you in glossy black latex, fishnets clinging to my thighs, boots clicking on the floor. My gloved hands travel over the wrap, over the cage, over every place you cannot touch. I ask how you like my outfit today. You manage to call it beautiful. I tell you it is breathtaking, and I make you feel the difference.

The more you shift, the more the web reminds you who owns the air in this room. I press my body against yours, let the heat and the shine do the talking, then pull back just enough to keep you starving. I am not here to break my toy too early. That locked cock can keep hoping. Release is mine to give or withhold.

You stay in the web until I decide the game is finished.

Goddess Kamikatze and Miss Kirsch have tied their slave to a rack. His bare bottom is easily accessible. The two of them put on gloves and off they go.

First with one finger, then with several, the butthole is prepared. The slave holds out for the perverse desires of the mistresses. They can hardly stop themselves and soon the first hand is all the way in.

You might think that's enough. Far from it! Now the fun really starts. Goddess Kamikatze can't help herself and adds another finger.

It goes on like this until at some point both fists are in the slave's ass at the same time. The slave moans with lust while the mistresses visibly enjoy using him.

Dressed only in leather lingerie, the ladies sit on the sofa after a long day at work and enjoy the feeling of the slave's warm tongue carefully licking their soles clean. He feels the pressure of their feet on his stomach as his mistresses lounge elegantly and watch him work with laughter. Every single speck of dust must be licked away.

They notice how nimble his tongue is today and that it would be a good idea to encourage him in this regard... they let him demonstrate his blowing skills on a banana and practise under their guidance.

It becomes increasingly tempting for the ladies to put their feet back on his face until all four feet are on his face and the slave can see, taste and feel nothing else.

As a special highlight, Miss Kirsch erotically rolls blueberries down her legs into her slave's mouth. But that's not all. The mistresses clearly enjoy crushing the fruit with their feet and making the slaves lick the leftovers off their feet.

After the slave has ejaculated, Miss Kirsch makes him lick his own semen off the banana. Greedy and still in orgasmic heaven, the slave obediently follows the instruction.

O seu cu já carrega as marcas vermelhas profundas da nossa atenção anterior. A Lady Claire e eu o temos aberto no sofá, pau enjaulado pendurado pesado, buraco apresentado para o que quer que decidamos colocar dentro dele.

Aço frio desliza para dentro e torce. Dedos enluvados seguem, esticando, reivindicando, ensinando. Pau preto grosso substitui-os, preenchendo o espaço que fizemos nosso. Cada movimento é deliberado. Cada palavra é um lembrete do que este buraco está sendo preparado para.

O punho da Lady Claire é o objetivo. Eu seguro a sua jaula enquanto ela o trabalha aberto, sorrindo com o quão voluntariamente ele cede. Na próxima vez que ela visitar, eu já sei exatamente o que quero: ambas as nossas mãos enterradas profundamente dentro dele. Ao mesmo tempo.

Vestidas apenas com lingerie de couro, as senhoras sentam-se no sofá depois de um longo dia de trabalho e desfrutam da sensação da língua quente do escravo lambendo cuidadosamente suas solas até ficarem limpas. Ele sente a pressão dos pés delas em seu estômago enquanto suas senhoras descansam elegantemente e o observam trabalhar com risadas. Cada partícula de poeira deve ser lambida.

Elas notam como a língua dele está ágil hoje e que seria uma boa ideia encorajá-lo nesse aspecto... elas o deixam demonstrar suas habilidades de boquete em uma banana e praticar sob a orientação delas.

Torna-se cada vez mais tentador para as senhoras colocarem os pés de volta no rosto dele até que todos os quatro pés estejam no rosto dele e o escravo não possa ver, provar ou sentir mais nada.

Como destaque especial, a Senhorita Kirsch rola eroticamente mirtilos pelas pernas até a boca do escravo. Mas isso não é tudo. As senhoras claramente gostam de esmagar a fruta com os pés e fazer os escravos lamberem os restos dos pés delas.

Depois que o escravo ejaculou, a Senhorita Kirsch o faz lamber o próprio sêmen da banana. Ganancioso e ainda no paraíso orgásmico, o escravo segue a instrução obedientemente.

I invite another woman onto my balcony and let the evening unfold slowly while you stay outside it. Muriel la Roja stands close while we talk, then closer still as our mouths meet. Soft kisses deepen. Hands explore. Clothes begin to slip away without hurry, and none of it is for you.

We move inside to the bed. I undress her carefully and let her undress me in return. Her tongue finds me first, warm and deliberate. I return the attention, tasting her while she sighs above me. Fingers join mouths. We take our time, unhurried, locked in each other, knowing you can only watch.

I pull her onto my face and hold her there, guiding her hips as she rides me slowly. I keep her exactly where I want her, focused on her pleasure while you remain locked outside the moment. The room fills with quiet sounds and the scent of us. When she finally pulls away we stay tangled, kissing again, soft and lingering.

You are not invited to join. You are only allowed to watch while another woman claims what you will never touch tonight.