FemDom BootCamp: Episode 1

Miss Dia Zerva moves in, leather posture collar strapped tight around Jack Hammer’s neck, the Marine’s throat already red from the day’s drills. Her black hair clings to her sweat-slick skin. He kneels, every breath measured by the leather bite. She bends the bloodline cane across his cock and balls, first one wrist-thick rope around the base, then another cinching everything upright. Each stroke cuts a red line that beads before it runs. When he is bound head-to-toe in hemp, she pulls his mouth onto her cunt and grinds until she floods his face, leaving his chin shiny and dripping. MMA gloves land next, heavy shots to chest and thighs while she laughs at his jump. Tickling comes fast after, fingers in his ribs, then a sudden fist around his shaft, milking him to the brink only to clamp off at the edge. The electrified dildo slides in, current pulsing through his ass until his back arches off the floor. She shoves a fat rubber gag between his teeth, climbs on, rides it to another wet orgasm, wipes herself on his cheek, and leaves. His cock throbs untouched. Another lesson in need without reward.