Bellatrix and Dungeon Follies

Lady Bellatrix settles her black-clad crotch firmly over the slave’s face, the leather harness framing her as she releases a series of deep farts that fill the enclosed space while he remains trapped beneath her. Her sharp pink nails dig into his soft cock and balls, scratching and pinching the sensitive skin before she attaches the zipper, a cluster of black clothespins that clamp tightly around the shaft and scrotum, and quickly rips them off causing him to scream in pain.  She extends her pantyhose covered legs across his body and tells him to fuck her feet then mocks him as he struggles to get erect while thrusting what she tells him a vagina feels like.  He’s a virgin but senses the sensation is not quite the same. Her laughter is sharp as she declares it the closest he will ever get to real pussy.

She orders him to crawl across the rug to the St. Andrew’s cross, where she straps him in and begins landing firm strokes of the heart-shaped paddle across his ass and thighs, interspersing them with open-handed spanks and a sudden knee driven hard into his balls. As he cries out she leans close and tells him of Club Stiletto’s doctor who has already turned many slaves into eunuchs and is eager to experiment with his cock and balls next, the threat hanging in the air makes him cry in despair.  Slaves never know what to expect in Bellatrix’s dungeon but it generally involves pain as she is the Queen of Pain.