The Queen of Sin: Mira's Extreme Throatsitting BDSM
Psycho Mira's Slave Dealer
You know I am sadistic and kinky in many ways, but sometimes I crave something 'fresh,' a random guy from the street who doesn't know me. I have a 'slave dealer' for that, and today that I am bored at home and in a sadistic mood, I call him up. He stops a big guy on the street, shows him my photo, and tells him he'll have a unique experience with me. He wasn't lying, but the poor asshole who came into my house realized there's a small difference: no sex, just him bound, gagged, and helpless, with a chastity cage on his dick. He's here to be trained as my obedient slave.
I casually stroll over to him, towering above him in my stilettos. I gently caress his face before grabbing his head and forcing it down towards my crotch. He gasps as I sit hard on his throat, my pussy inches from his face. I grind against him, feeling his helplessness turn into arousal beneath me. With a wicked smile, I reach for my Wartenburg wheel and begin to scrub his face while he's still gagged—teasing and tormenting him mercilessly.
Suddenly, I sit up straight, giving him a moment's relief from my weight. But it's short-lived as I lean back against him, straddling him once more. With a malicious glint in my eye, I take hold of his chastity cage and begin to tease and hurt his cock through it—just because it's fun! His moans echo around the room as I revel in his helpless arousal. This is where he belongs: at my mercy, completely under my control.
