A little Dab will Do you

Miss Ryan steps into the dungeon and finds her slave already cuffed to the red discipline bench, the bottle of oil resting on his chest. She picks it up, tilts it, and lets the clear stream run over his bald scalp and down across his face. He stays still while she works it in with her hands, then hooks her thumbs into the red panties and slides them off. Leaning forward to spread the oil, she turns her back to the camera so the view opens fully on her ass and pussy, both already glistening. She asks how many women have ridden that oiled face. Over a hundred, he answers. She smiles and tells him the other slaves will start shaving their heads once they catch on, and that he might end up demoted to toilet slave or coat rack.

She settles over him in reverse, hovering and circling her ass just above his mouth while she tells him to smell her. Then she lowers, the oil making every shift of her hips slide easily, and she laughs that it feels like a ride at the fair. She says she can see why the girls like it, especially on party nights when a slave’s face stays occupied for seven or eight hours straight. She glides and glides until her ass shines with the same slick coat. Rising, she turns so his nose presses right against her pussy and tells him to rim her deeply while she keeps moving, his nose working her clit with every pass. She decides she will start doing this every day and maybe keep him locked to the bench for good. Spreading her cheeks, she lets the camera catch his tongue on her ass while she rides. At last she stands, the angle looking straight up at her oiled curves, and tells him she is going to fetch some girlfriends for a little slip-n-sliding. Don’t go anywhere, she says, and walks out.