Kinky Fetishes

Missblacksun – Santa’s Reindeer Ballbusting

MissBlackSun adora il natale, proprio per questo non vede l’ora di provare il nuovo acquisto, due belle campanelle da attaccare alle palle del suo schiavo cornuto, che è diventato una renna hhahahha
Ma forse manca qualcosa, la Padrona ride e torna con un guinzaglio e un collare. Il coglione è pronto per trainare la slitta, ma che slitta sarebbe se non suonano le campane?
MissBlackSun loves Christmas, that’s why she can’t wait to try the new purchase, two beautiful bells to stick to the balls of her horned slave, who has become a hhahahha reindeer. But perhaps something is missing, the Mistress laughs and returns with a leash and a collar. The asshole is ready to pull the sled, but what sled would it be if the bells didn’t ring?

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Mistress Ayn – Ayn’s Electrical Interrogation

Mistress Ayn has lured a rather naive "whale" back to her evil layer from the bar she was hanging out in earlier that evening. He finds himself cuffed up to a fur wall with an electrical device attached to his cock and balls. Ayn has confiscated his wallet and interrogates him for the PIN number to his credit card using electrical jolts to his genitalia. At first he tries to resist, but soon he is broken and singing like a bird.

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Punished In Transylvania

Mistress Ezada invited a slave with him on a trip to Transylvania to play some perverted games with him. Obviously it looks like the slave is too horny and so she starts torturing his nipples, tying his balls with a rope and driving a needle wheel over his skin. She loves it when the tips of the wheel burrow into the flesh and when the clamps squeeze the nipples and the skin on the tail.

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My Personal Foot Cleaner: Shrunk & Crush

You are such a worthless little wormboy. Nothing but abug to be crushed and ground up under my goddess feet. But first I will use you like the doormat you are. I want you to lay on the floor and stick your tongue out nice and flat so that I can scrape the bottoms of my feet on your tongue. I want you to taste everything that I’ve stepped on today. All the dirt, grime, and I bet even some littlebugs were on the concrete outside. I want you to lie there on the floor as my personal foot cleaner. Your tongue was made for being used like a doormat. All I am going to feed you is filth. Stick out your tongue and enjoy eating the dirt and sweat from my feet before I shrink and crush you and get rid of you for good.
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