It was past 2 a.m. when I heard the sharp echo of high heels clicking on the tile floor, followed by the gentle closing of the front door. I was in the living room when you called out for me. I replied, and you told me to stay put, that you’d be joining me shortly. When you entered, you were wearing a short black dress with a plunging neckline. My eyes were immediately drawn to the trail of fluid running down your leg. You caught me staring and, with a smirk, said, "Yes, it’s fresh cum. Stop looking so intently; it’s rude." You walked over, undid my belt, and pulled down my zipper before takin… Läs mer

The dimly lit bedroom was transformed with a festive touch, the heavy red curtains pulled shut to block out the winter chill and emphasize the intimate atmosphere. Mistress Sassy entered, her presence commanding, holding a Christmas sock in her hand. It swung lightly with each step, hinting at the dark intentions hidden within. Her slave, caged and masked, knelt at the foot of the bed, the cool black of his chastity cage gleaming under the dim light. Sassy's high-heeled Adore boots clicked against the polished floor, her every step echoing in the silent room. She approached her slave, her lip… Läs mer

The hallway echoed with the rhythmic clicks of her latex boots. Sassy Feet moved with purpose, her gloved hands brushing against the cool walls as she approached the bedroom door. From inside, faint sounds spilled out—a mixture of moans and the unmistakable rustle of sheets. Her curiosity flared, but beneath it was a smoldering rage. She pushed the door open slowly, her entrance calculated and deliberate. There he was—her slave—splayed across the bed, lost in his own world, pleasuring himself to one of her videos on the… Läs mer