Dominatrix Dismisses Mini Member
Mistress Vixen, the renowned dominatrix, sits poised in her leather-clad glory, her eyes narrowing as she sizes up her latest conquest. "I bet you have a pathetic little cock," she says, her voice smooth yet cutting, like a whip's kiss. The man, her slave for the day, hesitates, then begins to unbuckle his pants, his face a mask of humiliation. Mistress Vixen leans in, her breath hot on his ear. "Don't worry, little one. I'll take you in hand, teach you to appreciate your tiny gift," she whispers, her tongue flicking out to lick his earlobe. She stands, towering over him, her heels clicking a staccato rhythm on the hardwood floor. "But first, let's see what we're working with, shall we?" she asks, her fingers reaching out to grasp his small, flaccid cock, her nails digging into the soft flesh, a promise of the training to come.