A Dom's Domme: Divine Bitch Aiden Starr dominates beefcake male top

Leather and steel trap Dominic Pacifico in place. A hood hides his face. Weights hang from his balls, dragging them low. Aiden Starr walks in, blonde hair bright against black leather, and the power shifts hard. She cuts through what is left of his pride with every slap across his chest and abs. His nipples tighten under her fingers, then under clover clamps that bite and stay. Clothespins ring his foreskin like tiny teeth. Every new weight she drops into the bucket pulls his balls farther from his body. He moans through the ball gag, hips twitching, unable to hide how much he needs it. Aiden works four fingers into his hole, then her thick strap-on, fucking him until he pushes back like he was made for it. She sets up the machine next, positions him, and lets the piston slam his ass while she sits on his face and grinds on his tongue. When he is loose and shaking she orders him to fetch the box. It becomes his dinner table. She smacks his chest in steady rhythm as he strokes. The load shoots across the wood. She watches him lick it clean, then feeds him the last drops from her fingers.