Wearing seductive black lingerie, lace panties and a tight bra, I tie My chattel in a cruel predicament bondage. Arms stretched high, balanced on his toes, his balls are tied to the same rope pulling him up. If he slips, the pain will rip right through his useless manhood. I begin My sensual torment. My body rubs against him, My firm arse presses hard against his chastity cage and aching balls. But nothing. No erection, no hardness, no power. Only trembling. That weakness excites Me. A man who cannot perform, who fails even when My divine body teases him, deserves to suffer. I take My whip. While I continue to rub My perfect curves on his helpless body, I lash his skin with precision. I want him squirming, I want him desperate, I want him ruined. The more he suffers, the more aroused I become. Men are most erotic when they tremble in pain and shame. That’s what makes this game perfect. Are you brave enough to watch what I do to a chattel like this?
