Princess Kali and Saba

Princess Kali is back in town, so Saba drops everything. Only she can carve him open with the exact pain he craves. Tonight the ropes go up first. His body sways, held tight, every muscle stripped of choice. When the suspension ends she cuts the lace panties on him and orders him to learn the walk, the voice, the sway of a girl. Each step earns a slap; every lisped word earns another. She watches him, breathing hard, until the sight of her made-up boy-toy snaps something inside her. The harness comes out of the bag and she steps into it like a second skin. Saba’s knees hit the floor. Her cock slides past his painted lips, slow and deliberate, then she spins him around and drives into his ass until the only sounds left in the room are skin slapping skin and the broken whimpers of a sissy learning her place.