Bitchcraft: A Femdom Tea Party

Three women in black lingerie turn a daylight party into a hunt. Cherry Torn leads, cigarette burning low between her fingers. Veruca James circles behind the two men who showed up in pressed shirts, still expecting cocktails. Bella Rossi smiles with her mouth only. No one pours tea. Jay and Mike get stripped, wrists locked behind their backs before the first sip cools. Whips crack across pale skin while the women trade places, trading laughs for instructions that get filthier by the minute. Foot worship comes next—soles pressed to tongues until spit runs down chins. When the men are bent over the low table, Cherry straps a fat dildo gag into Jay’s mouth and rides until her cunt shines. Veruca claims Mike the same way, hips snapping. Bella takes turns behind both, burying thick silicone deep while the others hold the men’s faces in place. Every thrust jars the table; cups rattle, then crash. Sploshes of cream and cake get smeared across flushed cheeks. Assholes get licked clean, then denied anything softer than another slap. The women keep count out loud—how many strokes, how many denied orgasms, how many times the boys beg without earning a touch to their own cocks. Heat, sweat, and the wet slap of bodies fill the room long after the sun drops. No guests leave until the Dommes say so.