Arabelle Raphael's waxing skills are as cruel as they are precise. She runs her fingers over her slave's tender skin, tracing lines where the wax will be applied. His body tenses as she rips it off, a sadistic smile playing on her lips. She then binds his wrists and ankles, leaving him exposed and vulnerable. Out comes her strap-on, glistening with lube. She teases him, rubbing the head against his hole before pushing in, making him cry out in a mix of pleasure and pain.