A Mistress's praise is a slave's greatest reward, and this one is no exception. Kneeling before his dominatrix, his face pressed against her crotch, he's enveloped in her scent, his own cock straining against his chastity device. She teases him, grinding her pussy against his mouth, her wet panties leaving smears on his cheeks. "You like that, don't you, slave?" she taunts, her voice a symphony of dominance. "You love being covered in your Mistress's juices." He nods, his muffled "Yes, Mistress" echoing in the room, his body trembling with anticipation and denial.