My Foot Want To Rest On Something Pathetic

The game has changed, and the Dominatrix’s fun is now the submissive’s nightmare.Miss Bimby decides that Red will have no rest; she ties Red’s ankles with plastic, the slave is immobilized and at the mercy of Miss Bimby’s whims.The torment is both psychological and physical. Miss Bimby alternates masterfully: between the torment of relentless tickling on Red’s large soles, which elicit desperate laughter, and then the silence of laughter is broken by the dry sound of intense slaps on Red’s soles and buttocks.The white skin of Red’s buttocks disappears under the mark of authority, becoming a vivid red that burns with each new blow.