A Divine Vacation: FemDom Reality

I never bring slaves here. This house in Los Angeles is mine alone—a clean escape from everything else. The Kink Bitches and I flew down for rest and trouble. Marcello kept blowing up my Twitter, so we figured we’d let him crawl through the weekend and film whatever broke. He got what he asked for. Dog treatment. Cane stripes, raw. Locked in steel. Made to lap the load that leaked from me after our long brunch. Scrubbed filthy feet with his tongue. Buried his face in my sweat-slicked ass, breathing deep. Then I strapped a bag over his head, bent him open, and fucked him hard enough that the neighbors might have seen every thrust.