Genre: Lace Dress, Corset, Pantyhose, Stilettos, Thighboots, Chastity, Submissive, Leash, Teasing, Humiliation, Food Play, Sensual Domination, Nylon, Bootlicker, Boot Fetish, Tease, Feeding, Over The Knee Boots, Red Hair, Redhead, Spitting, Redhair, Boot Worship, Shiny Latex Boots, Pet Play, Roleplay, Thigh Boots, Female Domination, Masked, Slave Training, Thigh High Boots, Boot Licking, Overknee Boots, Puppy Play, Role Play, Femdom
Video Description: Mistress Amanda sits with calm authority, wrapped in black lace and a sculpted corset, Her glossy thigh high boots commanding attention with every subtle movement.

Genre: Degradation, Young Dommes, Spit Fetish, Triple Female Domination, Female Supremacy, Humiliation, Bdsm, Spitting, Femdom, Saliva, Multiple Women, Female Domination, Verbal Abuse, Masked, Faceslapping, Group Spanish Femdom, Face Slapping, Brunette, Female Superiority, Loser, Dungeon
Video Description: Cada golpe te recuerda tu lugar, cada escupitajo te deja claro lo inferior que eres ante nosotras. Completamente humillado y sometido.

Genre: Footlicker, Wrapped Bondage, Bare Feet, Footworship, Foot Domination, Facesitting, Young Dominatrix, Spit Fetish, Shoelicker, Facesit, High Heels Sucking, Amateur, Shoe Licking, Plastic Tape, Humiliation, Female Supremacy, Dirty Talk, Cropping, Smothered, Barefoot, Foot Licking, Spitting, Woman On Top, Mummification, Foot Worship, Pain, Female Domination, Ass Smothering, Masked, Footfetish, Riding Crops, Face Sitting, Faceslapping, Facesat, Face Slapping, Ass Smother, Toe Sucking, Sit On Face, Female Superiority, Cbt, Loser, Femdom
Video Description: All mummified and helpless.. I can do whatever I wish to you and you can't do anything about it! I can hurt you as much as I want and you have no choice but to lay there and fucking take it. I know you love being completely vulnerable for Me tho... maybe I should just leave you bound up like this all night!

Genre: Bffvideos, Throat Sitting, Facesitting, Brazilian, Spit Fetish, Facesit, Lesbians, Brazil Femdom, Latina, Spitting, Throatsitting, Saliva, Woman On Top, Lesbian Domination, Slavegirl, Female Domination, Face Sitting, Facesat, Lezdom, Brunette, Femdom
Video Description: Hot Morgana will have a hot and nasty spitting session using her new slave Kha Fox as her target. We see gorgeous Morgana dominating her sweet slave Kha Fox while spits a lot on her face. Nasty Morgana spits a lot on Kha Fox face and mouth humiliating the slave some more.

Genre: Female Domination, Femdom, Spitting, Domina Nina, spit fetish, spitting on slave, spittingbitches, face spitting
Video Description: I look at you… and I know exactly what you are: a humiliated sow.My words, my contempt… and every spit make it clear.You are not on my level. You never have been, and you never will be. I humiliate you without mercy, and all you can do is accept reality.

Genre: Degradation, Footlicker, Footworship, Footslave, Degrade, Legwear, Shoelicker, Leather Miniskirt, Foot Dom, Shoe Licking, Sweaty Feet, Female Supremacy, Humiliation, Cucky, Nylon, Smelly Feet, Shoe Fetish, Oral Foot Service, Financial Domination, Milf, Footlicking, Foot Slave, Cuck, Foot Licking, Goddess Zephianna, Foot Slave Training, Spitting, Belittle, Foot Worship, Foot Smelling, Female Domination, Shoe Licker, Financial Dominance, Foot Sniffing, Footfetish, Pantyhose Fetish, Foot Licker, Foot Fetish, Goddess Worship, Brunette, Female Superiority, Findom, Loser, Femdom
Video Description: "Enjoy the smell down there, loser?"

Genre: Sexy Wetlook Leather Pants, Bare Feet, Smoking, Spit Fetish, Humiliation, Barefoot, Italian Femdom, Spitting, Human Ashtray, Pro Dominatrix, Double Female Domination, Saliva, Glossy Leather Leggings, Female Domination, Human Spittoon, Foot Fetish, Smoke, Ash Eating, Femdom
Video Description: We’re lounging on the big bed, me and my mistress friend, perfectly comfortable with extra pillows propped behind us, legs stretched out, totally relaxed. We’re smoking cigarettes slowly, taking long drags, chatting about random stuff-gossip, weekend plans, girl talk, no rush at all. Down on the floor at the foot of the bed sits our slave, exactly where he belongs. Back straight against the edge of the mattress, head tilted slightly back, mouth held wide open for us. Today his only job is to be our human ashtray. He doesn’t speak, doesn’t move unless we tell him to. Every now and then one of us casually flicks ash straight onto his waiting tongue. We watch the gray flakes drift down and settle there, warm and powdery. He just holds it, keeps it on his tongue like it’s the most natural thing in the world, while we keep talking right over him as if he’s invisible. Next to us on the low pouf we’ve rested our bare feet, still warm from the day, toes flexing lazily. Every so often one of us brushes a foot against his cheek or his chest, just a light touch to remind him of his place, then we go right back to ignoring him completely.Towards the end, when the cigarettes are burned down almost to the filter, my friend gets that wicked little smile. She brings the glowing tip right up to his tongue and slowly, deliberately stubs it out-pressing, twisting the butt so the ember hisses and sizzles against the wet surface. He flinches just a tiny bit, a muffled whimper escapes, but his mouth stays wide open, perfectly obedient. I do the same with mine: same slow press, same burning sting, same smell of scorched tongue mixing with tobacco.And then, for the grand finale-we pull the chewing gums we’ve been working on for a while out of our mouths. Warm, sticky, soaked in our saliva. One after the other we drop them onto his tongue, right on top of the ash and the fresh burn marks. “Swallow it all,” I tell him in that calm, soft and dangerously sweet voice. He finally closes his mouth, struggles a little as he works it down, face flushed red, eyes glassy with that beautiful mix of shame and devotion.We just sit there for a moment, watching him, completely satisfied, before picking up our conversation again like nothing happened. He stays on his knees, mouth still slightly parted, tasting smoke, ash, burnt skin, and our chewed gum all mixed together. Right where he belongs. Perfect little ashtray. Siamo sdraiate comode sul letto grande, io e la mia amica mistress, con i cuscini sistemati alla perfezione dietro la schiena, gambe allungate, aria rilassata e di totale controllo. Ci fumiamo una sigaretta dopo l'altra, tiri lenti e profondi, chiacchierando del piu e del meno: pettegolezzi, programmi per il weekend, discorsi da donne senza nessuna fretta al mondo. Ai piedi del letto c'e il nostro schiavo, seduto per terra esattamente dove deve stare. Schiena dritta contro il bordo del materasso, testa leggermente inclinata all'indietro, bocca spalancata al massimo. Oggi il suo unico compito e fare da posacenere umano. Non fiata, non si muove di un millimetro se non glielo ordiniamo. Ogni tanto scuotiamo la cenere direttamente sulla sua lingua, la vediamo cadere piano, grigia e calda, e depositarsi li. Lui la tiene ferma, la trattiene, quasi la respira, mentre noi continuiamo a parlare come se fosse aria. Accanto a noi, sul pouf basso, abbiamo appoggiato i nostri piedi nudi, ancora caldi dalla giornata. Ogni tanto uno di noi li muove piano, li sfrega tra loro o li allunga per sfiorargli la guancia, il petto, giusto un tocco leggero per ricordargli il suo posto, poi torniamo a ignorarlo completamente. Verso la fine, quando la sigaretta e quasi finita, la mia amica fa quel sorrisetto malizioso. Avvicina la brace accesa alla sua lingua e la spegne lentamente, premendo con calma, girando il mozzicone per far sfrigolare bene la brace sulla pelle bagnata. Lui sussulta appena, un gemito soffocato gli scappa, ma la bocca resta spalancata, obbediente. Io faccio lo stesso con la mia: stessa pressione lenta, stesso bruciore, stesso odore di sigaretta bruciata e lingua scottata che si mescola. E poi arriva il tocco finale: tiriamo fuori le gomme da masticare che teniamo in bocca da un pezzo, calde, appiccicose, piene della nostra saliva. Una dopo l'altra gliele lasciamo cadere sulla lingua, proprio sopra la cenere e i segni freschi delle bruciature. “Ingoia tutto” gli dico con quella voce calma, morbida e letale. Lui chiude finalmente la bocca, fa fatica a mandare giu, faccia rossa, occhi lucidi di quell'umiliazione perfetta mista a devozione totale. Restiamo li un attimo a guardarlo, soddisfatte, prima di riprendere a chiacchierare come se niente fosse successo. Lui resta in ginocchio, bocca ancora un po' aperta, con in gola il sapore di fumo, cenere, pelle bruciata e gomma masticata. Esattamente dove deve stare. Il posacenere perfetto.