Video Description: In the near future with women in charge of the World, men are used in various submissive roles. The assignment of a lowly male as a stress toy is a common purpose and Eve Harper, boss of a big firm, summons her boxed gimp to help with her trying day. She delights in spinning him in the box, opening the sides to reveal him cramped up in the cage, making sure he knows what punishment is going to follow. She pulls him out, showing off the mandatory locked cock, with also allows her to deliver shock therapy to his tender parts as she beats his ass with a leather strap. This is just the start of a creative and fun session of BDSM therapy to put Eve in a much better mood for the rest of the day. 2/2

Video Description: Mistress Vivienne L'Amour is looks amazing in sexy lingerie as she relaxes in the Mansion gardens. She has her cute sissy with her and is going to have lots of fun tying her up and playing with her. Mistress puts her over the knee and gives a long, firm hand spanking, loving the squeals and blushing cheeks. She then layers nylons over the sissy's body, finished with the bright pink sack, for full, sexy mummification. She rubs her hands over the creation, making a hole for the hard cock to poke through. Mistress teases her with the vibrator and her hand, making sue to sit over her face, which is too much stimulation for the desperate sissy and she squirts her load out, to Vivienne's delight.

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.