In a darkened dungeon room, she stands at attention waiting his command. She is a servant to his will and in spite of the discomfort and humiliation she feels she shares his every sentence. Does whatever he requests. With cuffed hands needs to play her body. He pays particular attention to her big buff breasts swaying a quarter of an hour before her. He informs her to squeeze and pull them. Maul them until they ach. She does so without question or hesitation. Her hands dig deep in her tender petals to her inner self, operating in and out disrupted only by manipulations of her love. At his command he spanks and slaps herself digging a finger deep into her backside as he demands. The marks her candy round radiant lips inform of her dedication. She works herself. Her nerves are raw and she shudders with every touch. However he denies her a final satisfaction. For that pleasure she must wait and whimper until it pleases him to let her come.
