[domme] don’t mistake the soft face for weakness, I’ll bend you over and run a train on you with my strap ons while verbally humiliating you until you’re just a teeny tiny sobbing mess
[domme] handcuffed and chained to a hard wooden floor….overhead large candles drip hot wax from head to toe. You’re gagged and yet still trying relentlessly to scream for help as I stand above you with my strap on. No one is coming to help you. Audio