The Mistress Velma

A lanky, Russian girl has you in her clinic. She understand the language of helplessness. You are in an exotic land, totally out of control and without rights. She knows all this, that much is definitely not lost in translation. She Stands aloof, cold, laughing as you cum in just a few minutes, another victim of her sex machine.

Ew, I have to be locked up with you. This is the worst sorority trick ever.

But at least I'm not all chained like you are. And even worse, you're hard. Bet you'll like it if I tease it. You're probably one of the ridiculous submissive boys.

Me, you, and a bunch of metal handcuffs. I love playing with metal handcuffs. I love boys who are weak for metal handcuffs. I cuff myself up, encourage you to get cuffed up, play with you. Any way I want.

Lock up is one of my specialties, prison boy. Interested? Let's talk.

There's a humiliating secret I know, and it's one you need. And that's the reason why you're here. Checking people like me, searching out pretty girls who are expert in this little job of mine. There's a secret. And I know it. I know you. Real life is boring. And the people in it aren't doing it for you. Because they don't know what I know.

And guess what? It's not just a fantasy.

Fuck my pink, tight, shiny latex thighs little man. Penetrate as deep as you can with that little thing. Do me as good as you can, really push, I love it. Oh yeah, right there. You're making me all wet.

What's the difference between me and just some beautiful girl on the street? You're fascinated with me, why is it that you'll do whatever I say. I know the answer. I know how to make it worse. Serve me.

Lock up, yourself, and watch, and listen to what I have to say to you. I have secrets or you. But you can only hear them if you're a self-bondage boy, just like I'm a self-bondage girl. Only I have another secret. I'm not as powerless as I seem.