As her round slave stands nude before her, London Mistress Enza slaps him via the face without holding back before making him open up his legs to punch his nut sack in. She delivers a series of fierce blows to his naked crotch with her high stilettos, scolding him when he buckles in anguish. “Get up!” she demands, but he’s so exhausted he can hardly stand. He squeals in pain as she resumes to kick him directly in the nut, savouring in his misery and displaying him no grace. The pain is so torturous he nearly passes out, but this only encourages the twisted Domme to crush him firmer. She doesn’t hold back, striking his ballsack in until he falls to the floor at her soles. His engorged nuts groan in anguish as he kisses her boots, trying to regain his intensity as she towers over him menacingly. He hopes that worshipping her soles will make her forget about his shattered nads, but rapidly learns that his Stringent Domme has a superb memory. She makes him rise to his feet and punches his ballsack in again and again! How much torment can one slave take?
As her slave lays bare on the floor beneath her, London Mistress Enza takes a seat over him and commences to chew up food. She spits it into his open hatch and he guzzles it like a big baby bird. She continues to drool the filth into his gullet, scolding him when he fails to catch every drop. He tries firmer to catch it, pieces of chewed food landing on his pudgy face. It’s evident by his round bod that this slave loves to slurp, but this isn’t his brilliant way of being fed! It’s disgusting and humiliating for him, but he keeps drinking every drop while Enza delights in his shame. “Do you want to be fed more?” she asks rhetorically since his response means nothing to him. She’s going to slobber more food down his gullet whether he loves it or not. “You pig, you can’t even gobble decently!” she barks when some of the chewed food cascades onto the floor. She kicks him with her high heels, then gets back to spitting her snack in his facehole.
I walk into My kitchen and discover that My miserable slave has left a filth in my sink, and he has to be disciplined! I plant My perfect bottom on his face and don’t let him sigh, let him to smell My beautiful rump and beaver. I have to instruct this damn fool how to tidy my palace decently! I smack his boner around as he kisses and bathes my ideal bottom with his feeble lil’ tongue.
