Captive Plaything: Mistress Dolores and Impala

Mistress Dolores drags her pet Impala out of the dark, dusty cage. She dresses him in ridiculous, too-small doll clothes that cling to him in all the wrong places. She locks his neck and wrists into a wooden stockade lid, then drops a hood over his head. The cat-o-nine-tails snaps across his thighs, leaving red stripes. Next she fastens his head and feet to a wrought-iron gate, ass raised high. Clothespins bite down his thighs and across his balls. Her palm cracks against his ass; the crop bites harder. Hot candle wax drips between his cheeks. Later she straps him to a wooden chair. Hooks lift his nostrils like a snout. A spiked collar forces his chin high. Spikes pierce between his toes. A clamp pins his tongue, another traps his foreskin. She rigs him into full rope suspension, feet dangling. Her toes work his cock until it stiffens; her strong hands finish him. Piss splashes across his chest. She plants her foot on his hooded head like a hunter claiming the kill.