Extreme CBT With Princess Sasha

Extreme CBT

He always loved younger women and their vitality. Their young sense of spirit. Their unimaginable level of stamina and ability to keep up. A strange level of perversion. An original Old Dirty Bastard who needed more than attention. He wanted a young woman to take him as property. To take advantage of him. To teach him everything to know about submitting to a Princess like myself.

He enjoyed being collared and drug around like a bad dog. He hungrily worshiped my legs and ass as I walked in front of him. With my boot on his chest, he became aroused as I used him as my step stool to slowly unzip my boot displaying the curves of muscular definition along my legs. Blindfolded, his breathing became heavier thinking about the pressure of my heel in his chest.

He wanted to touch and become frisky, but Princess does not allow that. I stepped on his hand and dug my boot into his palm as he was reminded of the constraints he must abide by. Apologetically, he begged for forgiveness. The only forgiveness granted is pleasing me, serving me, and obeying what is said the first time. The ODB enjoyed his little balls tied up and tortured. From wax to the sharp zap of voltage. Clothes pins pinched at his tiny cock causing agonizing pain. He loved the feeling of being manipulated and tortured by such elegance. With every moan, he thanked me for allowing him to serve Princess Sasha. From his previous mishap, he still needed to be punished and nor was he expecting his dose of corporal punishment prescribed. Bent over, Bound, and vulnerable, an arched back allowed for more exposure and lashes.

He wanted a young woman to take him as property. To take advantage of him. To teach him everything to know about submitting to a Princess like myself. He enjoyed being collared and drug around like a bad dog. He hungrily worshiped my legs and ass as I walked in front of him. With my boot on his chest, he became aroused as I used him as my step stool to slowly unzip my boot displaying the curves of muscular definition along my legs. Blindfolded, his breathing became heavier thinking about the pressure of my heel in his chest. He wanted to touch and become frisky, but Princess does not allow that. I stepped on his hand and dug my boot into his palm as he was reminded of the constraints he must abide by. Apologetically, he begged for forgiveness.

The only forgiveness granted is pleasing me, serving me, and obeying what is said the first time. The ODB enjoyed his little balls tied up and tortured. From wax to the sharp zap of voltage. Clothes pins pinched at his tiny cock causing agonizing pain. He loved the feeling of being manipulated and tortured by such elegance. With every moan, he thanked me for allowing him to serve Princess Sasha. From his previous mishap, he still needed to be punished and nor was he expecting his dose of corporal punishment prescribed. Bent over, Bound, and vulnerable, an arched back allowed for more exposure and lashes.

He hungrily worshiped my legs and ass as I walked in front of him. With my boot on his chest, he became aroused as I used him as my step stool to slowly unzip my boot displaying the curves of muscular definition along my legs. Blindfolded, his breathing became heavier thinking about the pressure of my heel in his chest. He wanted to touch and become frisky, but Princess does not allow that. I stepped on his hand and dug my boot into his palm as he was reminded of the constraints he must abide by. Apologetically, he begged for forgiveness. The only forgiveness granted is pleasing me, serving me, and obeying what is said the first time. The ODB enjoyed his little balls tied up and tortured. From wax to the sharp zap of voltage. Clothes pins pinched at his tiny cock causing agonizing pain. He loved the feeling of being manipulated and tortured by such elegance. With every moan, he thanked me for allowing him to serve Princess Sasha. From his previous mishap, he still needed to be punished and nor was he expecting his dose of corporal punishment prescribed. Bent over, Bound, and vulnerable, an arched back allowed for more exposure and lashes.

I stepped on his hand and dug my boot into his palm as he was reminded of the constraints he must abide by. Apologetically, he begged for forgiveness. The only forgiveness granted is pleasing me, serving me, and obeying what is said the first time. The ODB enjoyed his little balls tied up and tortured. From wax to the sharp zap of voltage. Clothes pins pinched at his tiny cock causing agonizing pain. He loved the feeling of being manipulated and tortured by such elegance. With every moan, he thanked me for allowing him to serve Princess Sasha. From his previous mishap, he still needed to be punished and nor was he expecting his dose of corporal punishment prescribed. Bent over, Bound, and vulnerable, an arched back allowed for more exposure and lashes.

He loved the feeling of being manipulated and tortured by such elegance. With every moan, he thanked me for allowing him to serve Princess Sasha. From his previous mishap, he still needed to be punished and nor was he expecting his dose of corporal punishment prescribed. Bent over, Bound, and vulnerable, an arched back allowed for more exposure and lashes. The gag in mouth, he drooled all over himself like the fucking disgrace he really was. A fucking pig. A plugged up ass that asked to be spanked, whipped, and electrocuted. Before being freed from my restraints, I yanked my clothes pins from his sensitive little baby dick for one last laugh. His servitude had pleased me

Princess Sasha

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