Tea with Mistress Liliane Hunt

Liliane Hunt sweeps in, every inch a Victorian Lady, and the air on the Upper Floor tightens. Cherry Torn and Bella Rossi, stripped bare except for steel cuffs and collars, drop to their knees. Their big tits swing as they crawl to fetch the tea tray. They pour with shaking hands while Liliane watches, cane tapping against leather boots. One shaky pour earns Bella a sharp strike across her ass. The crack echoes. Cherry keeps her eyes down and breathes through clenched teeth when the same cane kisses her thighs. Liliane makes them hold the silver pot until their arms tremble, then bends both women over the low table. Cherry’s face presses into cool wood while Liliane spreads her cheeks and works two gloved fingers deep into her ass. Bella waits, wrists bound behind her back, tits mashed to the tabletop. The cane switches to Bella’s thighs, then lower, striping her cunt with quick, mean snaps. Cherry whimpers around the gag Liliane jams between her teeth. The room smells of tea leaves, sweat, and fear. Liliane never rushes. She sips her cup between strikes, savoring each flinch, each muffled moan. By the time the pot is empty, both slaves bear fresh welts and stretched, slick holes. Liliane sets her empty cup down, nods once, and leaves them still bent and dripping.