Video Description: He's playing hard to get, we had a fight. All that pouting isn't going to get you anywhere, sweetheart. He takes a nap. Wakes up like this. Hah. I wore his fetishes, and he's pretending it's "whatever". Is it whatever when I throat your cock? When I lick and suck you while you wriggle in this restraint? You're not going anywhere until we make up... In my mouth and in yours.

Video Description: Two boys. Two toys for Mistress Lexy Noir. One is already suspended, bound and awaiting Her whip. The other kneels obediently at Her feet, given a cruel command: stroke without release. he must edge endlessly for Her pleasure. One failure, one drop, and he’ll trade roles with the one hanging, trembling, marked by Her merciless hand. While he strokes, Lexy selects from Her collection of whips. She takes Her time. She enjoys the anticipation. And when She begins, lashes fall in rhythm, each strike followed by a demand: “How much does it hurt?” His answer only fuels Her sadism. Ten lashes? No. That’s just a number. This is art. While he writhes under Her whip, the other boy struggles, denied climax, ordered to stay right on the edge as She periodically checks his cock, commanding him to stroke harder, closer. The pressure builds. Her control tightens. The scent of their pain excites Her. Their suffering feeds Her. When the suspended boy’s back is painted in pain, She selects an even crueller whip, because he is far from finished. And when the stroking boy finally fails, as She knew he would, spilling for Her beauty... His fate is sealed. he joins the dance of pain.