Misti77Mad, in her leather corset and stockings, paces around her late slave, her heels clicking a staccato rhythm on the hardwood. She selects a long, red nail and traces it down his chest, lingering at his belt. "You know the rules," she purrs, unfastening him. She slips her hand inside his pants, finding his semi-hard cock. She curls her fingers around it, playing him like a fiddle, before suddenly withdrawing and pushing her fingers into his mouth. "Suck," she orders, watching him comply. Then, she turns him around, lifts his shirt, and presses her wet fingers against his asshole, pushing in, making him groan. "This is for being late," she whispers, her voice a dark caress.