Punishment for Perfect Body

Mistress Miranda grabs Katt Anomia’s pert little ass like she owns it, slapping and squeezing until the skin glows. Katt stands helpless, laced tight in a black butterfly straitjacket, arms pinned, body stretched and ready. Elise Graves watches for a moment, then joins in, swinging a leather strap across those cheeks. The crack echoes. Katt flinches, gasps, then moans into the camera, eyes wet, lips trembling. Each strike lands—whip, paddle, bare palm—leaving red marks that bloom fast. Miranda crouches close, spreads Katt’s legs, fingers sliding through slick folds. Creamy and soaked. Elise grips Katt’s hair, holds her steady while Miranda presses a vibrator right against that swollen clit. Katt’s legs shake. Her voice rises, broken and desperate, as the orgasm rips through her, hips jerking against the bondage. She doesn’t look away from the lens. She wants you to see every second.