4 Rules Of A Dominatrix Dungeon With The Fleshlight Pussy Machine

John Jammen runs his own shop outside the Armory, but once he steps inside he needs a woman who can take charge. Felony spots the type fast—guys who bark orders all day but secretly want the leash. She lays out four rules, simple and ironclad, break any one and the price doubles. He breaks the first before the scene even warms up. Her heels click on concrete as she circles him, crop flicking his chest, her laugh sharp when he flinches. She drags the pain out until his breath is ragged, then steps back and turns on the machine. The Fleshlight pussy whirs to life, greased and greedy, slamming onto his cock in long, vicious strokes that hit a hundred miles an hour. He tries to hold out, but the rhythm owns him; his load spits out in hot spurts that splash the floor and earn him another mark on the punishment list. Felony makes him pay in installments. She rigs him into tight suspension, his weight pulling at every joint. She squats over his face and forces him to tongue her sweaty asshole clean. When she squirts she aims for his open mouth, makes him swallow until his belly’s tight. Clamps bite his nipples and balls, weights swinging every time she swings the whip. A thick strap-on parts his ass and she fucks him until his thighs shake. Later she straps a dildo gag between his teeth, the silicone cock jutting useless toward the ceiling while she spreads her cunt inches from his eyes and denies him anything more. By the end of the day John’s marked, drained, and already counting the minutes until he breaks another rule.