Featuring Divine Mistress Heather. I love a man strapped to my bondage wall, especially when his focus is on my every touch, concentrated with the aid of a sensory deprivation hood. His fear, his anticipation, his shaking... all made for a great session. His balls were neatly trapped by the cock and ball clamp stand, and his body and hood were strung tightly to the bondage wall. He was perfectly safe and secure in the knowledge that I was going to hurt him and use him for my pleasure.
Featuring Divine Mistress Heather. Chained to the floor, with his head cocooned in film wrap and only his nostrils to breathe through, he is made to inhale his Mistress's sweet sweaty scent. In heels all day and head to sweaty toe in latex, the foot slave laps up Mistress Heather's sweat. As if that wasn't enough to overload his senses, she spits directly into his mouth and lets him taste her heavenly saliva. A huge treat for the slave and viewer alike!
Featuring Mistress Johanna. Mistress Johanna has a new pet that needs some serious training. Dressed in her jaw dropping leather attire, she trains her pet slave in a variety of ways, but when her pet fails to impress, the only way to teach him is the hard way. Boot licking comes easy to this pet, but the whip makes him whimper and yearn to do better.
Featuring Divine Mistress Heather. With her mummified slave helpless beneath her, Divine Mistress Heather takes full advantage and uses him for her amusement. She uses her boots to torment his cock and balls, after allowing him to kiss the very soles and heels about to punish him. She spits in his mouth and on his cock, thus amplifying the effects of the electrical current ripping through his genitals. She wants to see how much this slave will take for her, but tired of his whimpering, she ball gags him and then sits firmly over his face with her leather clad bottom.
Featuring Divine Mistress Heather. I decided to spend a weekend in London and had one of my personal slaves acquire an apartment for me. Taking in a private fetish party on the first night (to which this slave was not allowed to attend) he was there to greet me in the not so early hours the next day... What ensued was real... he really was licking the filth from the soles of my boots and I relished in the verbal and physical humiliation I put him through. It gives me great satisfaction crushing a man beneath my dirty soles, with the added benefit of him keeping my well worn club boots licked squeaky clean.