“Please give me more Mistress, I’m not worthy!” she continues to strike him while he’s blindfolded, unknowing where the next sting will land.Īs she sees his dick grow hard with the intensity of the pain, she squats down to take a taste of his growing cock. Mistress Alexa begins with removing the sock from Bitch Boy’s semi-hard cock and starts striking him with a cross-shaped riding crop, turning his butt, thighs, and chest rosy and hot. “You are nothing but my little fuck-toy” “Yes mistress, I’m worthless” Bitch Boy obediently responds. Mistress Alexa is the Queen of shit-talking and the boy is her prey making him recite how worthless, insignificant, and pointless his existence is to her. “No, I’m going to call you Bitch Boy.” With his name stripped away, he is left suspended, submissive to his domantrix needs, wants, and desires.
“Masyn” the nervous boy responds with a quiver in his voice. “What’s your name boy?” she asks sinisterly. Dressed in knee-high black leather boots, tight black pencil skirt and a lacy bra with her pink nipples peeking through and bouncy silky brown hair, Mistress Alexa Scout enters the vacant room.
Dangling like a piece of meat in a butcher shop, Masyn Thorne is intricately bound, arms behind his back, one leg restricted, balancing on his tippy-toe, blind-folded and patiently awaiting his mistress’ arrival.