Faceslapping Therapy in Captivity
Today the imprisoned slave obviously needs an extensive therapy hour again. Tied up on the chair I visit him in nylons, overknees, leather corset and transparent blouse. An interrogation and an intensive slapping orgy awaits him. The clapping of hands is music to my ears. Haunted, humiliated and with my heels in his balls he will not forget the therapy so quickly. And according to the motto carrot and stick he enjoys it, how I rub my naked ass against his cock.