Featuring Mistress Nikky French. Mistress Nikky French with a genuine display of leather fetish love, but not just from her devoted slave... it's clear from the passionate way she caresses her second skin that leather is close to Mistress Nikky French's heart too. In skin tight leather pants and lovingly well worn knee boots, she instructs her slave to kiss and lick them as if this day were his last. When his tongue is lapped dry, she spits in his mouth and demands that he worship her boots from top to bottom and then smothers his face with her perfect leather covered ass cheeks.
Featuring Divine Mistress Heather, Lady Mia Harrington. The menial kitchen duties are left to the menial slaves, however when not done to the Mistress's exacting standards, they must suffer the consequences... in this instance it means double heel trampling, humiliation, face sit smothering, spitting and a thorough verbal dressing down.
Featuring Mistress Akella. Mistress Akella harbours a hatred for Mondays... so a stress toy slave is required on whom she can release her pent up anger. He does little to appease her at first with a pathetic attempt at worshipping her boots, so when she finally unleashes her frustrations on him, it's an even worse day for the hapless slave!
Featuring Divine Mistress Heather. It's not enough for me to just fuck a guy with my huge strap-on cock when it comes to humiliation and control. I like to verbally humiliate them as well as physically bringing them down to their grovelling knees. This slave needed to be utterly degraded and mind fucked to make him totally compliant, broken and subserviently mine for evermore.
Featuring Divine Mistress Heather. It was a very hot and sweaty day when I put this slave through his paces, so being adorned in sexy black skin tight latex only proved to make the sweat drip that much more from my body, directly into his mouth. I decided that in order to get him fully addicted to me, he needed to taste and savour the sweet cocktail of cunt juice, spit and sweat that oozed from my crotch. Sitting firmly over his face and immobile from his cling wrap mummification, he had no choice other than to consume my delicious natural nectar. Combined with the heady aroma from my perfect peds, fresh from the heels I'd been wearing all day, the slave was naturally overcome and helplessly pledged to be mine, forever.