Humiliation Personified

Nicki Hunter walks back into the room with a smile like she already owns him. Blake is still shaking from yesterday. She straps him into a tight cage, clips clothespins over his nipples, and makes him beg before she even touches him. Each pin pulls a sharp breath out of him, then another. She laughs softly, swings her whip, and watches his skin bloom red under the leather. When she finally frees him, she bends him over and works a thick strap-on into his ass, slow and steady, until he’s shaking again. She uses his cock like a toy, rides him until her toes are slick with his come, then presses his face down to lick every drop from her feet. She keeps him on all fours, tongue working between her toes, while her other heel rests on the back of his neck. Every second he spends cleaning her is another second he knows he’s hers.