What's this, stockings? Wait, sexy blonde bombshell penny is up to some kinky layered nylon fun here! In her pretty bedroom outfit she is sporting ultra sheer glossy nylons, shimmering of the sheerest nude pantyhose! So hot!

Marcelo (sissy name Marcy), in his pink satin dress, is locked to the floor with his legs spread and his balls tied taught to a post, leaving him fully exposed for Mistress Penny Barber to do as she wishes. She starts with some cock and ball torment but that only gets Marcelo harder. So, to teach his disobedient cock a lesson, Penny decides that sounding is the right medicine. Next, Marcelo is on his back, legs tied wide open so Penny can use the paddle he made especially for this meeting. Penny doesn’t limit herself to just paddling his ass, she gets in some good foot torment and caning for good measure and then stuffs her fist up Marcelo’s welcoming asshole. After some thorough exploring of Marcelo’s guts with her fist Penny moves on to a big black dildo to finish her happy little sub. Finally, Marcelo is lying face down in a neck-down body-bag where his naked Mistress paddles his ass before she eats it, then flips him over to give him the reward he’s eared by being such a good sissy all day.

Why You Shouldn’t Cheat on Pissed Off Hotties Olivia Jay and Mia Molotov. Olivia Jay and boyfriend Tony Orlando are enjoying a quiet evening of basketball and chill. But Tony keeps getting text messages, which he insists are from GrubHub about their food delivery. Olivia is suspicious, so when Tony goes to the door to get the grub, she checks his phone — and discovers he has a side piece! She arranges a meeting with other girl Mia, who insists she had no idea Tony wasn’t single. The two women vow revenge. On his birthday, Olivia blindfolds Tony and takes him to a secret location for an extra special surprise treat. But once they arrive, Tony is shocked to see he’s in a dungeon, and Mia is there, rope in hand and really angry. The women bind Tony to a metal chair and proceed to torment him with crops, flogger and clothespins on his dick and nipples. Tony thinks his punishment is almost over, but no! Next thing he knows, he’s tied to the top of a cage with ass up for easy access with paddles and strap. Once his butt is good and red, it’s time to attach him to a spanking bench. Mia and Olivia return wearing strap-ons, and pound him on both ends till he’s helpless and drooling. Finally, Olivia lets him see her pussy one more time before kicking him out of her house — and then she squirts all over his face before leaving him there for the dungeon Mistress to find.

Natalia enjoys her exhibitionist side, for a start no shrinking violet would dress in sheer yellow pantyhose and stiletto heels! No, she loves to display her tight wet pussy under a sheer gusset, frigging it to orgasm as she teases the lucky viewer!

A brutal one-hour edging session. A real therapy. I demand which of your fetishes is most at your core and how you like to be treated, and you tell me because I'm holding your dick. I proceed to use your fetish immediately and you lose all equilibrium. Easy and fun. And you can't cum.

Mixing real life with a session, I tease my new virgin slave boy before I go out with the girls on a Friday. Stroked to the edge, but that's not frustrating enough. I wrap a vibrator around the head of his cock and let him tease himself awhile. Alone. On/off. Begging in an empty room. One of my girlfriends will be by to let you out. Bye!

Always fascinated by electric play. Both ways. Today we take a very stuck boy who's not really into electric play (or says he isn't) and I shock all the brain cells out of him. I am not joking, no pulling punches. Levels are high and he can't stop me. His real-extended-prisoner request requires enduring this scene.

Relentlessly training a "Thank You Mistress" out of my slave after each edging, raunchy stroke tease. The pitch of this scene rises to feverish, with each desperate "Thank You," until I need to slow down so I don't get too distracted, even myself. Highlights of a crazy edging session, filled with eternal gratitude.

There's nothing like the spiked device. No dignity, no defense, just sheer punishment when I walk in the room. And I'm about to do more than walk in the room. How badly you'll suffer, how deep my device will dig. With just a scent. A feather. A silicone-lubed grip. Even a horrible stroke? Wouldn't I? Worse yet, the full sight of my absolutely perfect ass. What's your name, boy? Can't you speak?

I hold my warm hand perfectly still around your cock and make you stroke yourself with your hips. Then, I rope your cock tight, stick the rope end in your mouth, and make you hump yourself in the air, while spit slowly drips from my mouth onto your wet, roped dick. And you can't touch me unless I let you. And then, I do. Shocking you. I let you touch my pussy and try to get me off. And you're not going anywhere, anytime soon, this is the middle of an isolation day for you. Promise.

All this mindfuckery has to end sometime, right. Even I can't sustain it forever? What if I want to just reward you for your chastity service, soldier. And let you get off with a heavenly, mind numbingly hot, pure handjob where I talk about what you want, (even locking you back up) and let you touch where you want. My poor, sweet fetish boys.

Make your requests, session boy, but you get what I decide to give. Will it be a forced-eye-contact tease with my boot pushing you down that simply alters your definition of what you want forever, counting you down to a ruined no-hands cum mindfuck that leaves you tweaking? How truly little say you truly have. That is control. And that's what the deepest part of you needs anyway. While the deepest part of me? She loves that look of surprised dismay on your face when you realize how little you can do about what I'm doing.

He does my homework in trade for bondage time. He's kinda G-rated, doesn't want his dick touched.I have drinks while leaving my friend in the bondage he likes, decide to come back in and take advantage. What's he gonna do? He struggles, hard, can't get away. I yank his dick out and wet it, and wet it more and stroke it. I'm in a crazy mood, if he doesn't like it, he doesn't have to get hard.

There won't always be a supreme dominatrix here to guide you. Resist. Can't you? You control the vibrator knob. Tease yourself all night long. If you cum, I will be angry, tighten your straps and leave you aching in your mess.

Vicious. Because this one, I've been doing, I am doing. I'll keep doing. You'll never own me.

Weaving fantasy and reality, if a role play was yours to begin with, it is, in a deeper sense than you think, not yours anymore. You are lost, swept away by edging and insanity. I AM your babysitter. I KNOW what you want. You ARE in trouble. And if you don't do EXACTLY what I say, I will tell your parents everything. This is a blast.

I am a student of fetish, of kink, in fact I've been tracking the San Francisco kink sites since well before it was appropriate for me to do so. I made a Fet life profile the day I turned eighteen. To film my first real session and bring some of the feelings I have always imagined to life for all to see is amazing.I don't think I will let you go. I think I will give you a slice of heaven, and leave you wanting more.

You will be stuck and you will self-edge. You will soon lose your mind and it will be you holding the button. Fair warning, (not that that will stop anyone thinking with their cock).Due to my fascination with medical scenes and the ease of this technique, I would offer this treatment session for only a modest tribute when I am much more available, over the summer, in Massachusetts. What is the trick? There's a couple, and you will be tested and left begging either way. Because if you fail my self-edging test--you receive punishment, real punishment, something you actually DON'T like, a severe deterrent. Quite a conundrum for you, begging boy.