Pain Slut

You press play and you sit there wondering if I am going to penalize you, deep down you are hoping so. There I am, dressed in leather, my taut dress frames my figure ideally. You get off your chair and kneel before me. It starts off slow when I lift your face and smack you. You take a deep breath as I turn around and throttle you with my gigantic ass, suff0cting you to where you turn blue. I release you from my grip and the torture begins. I am going to turn you into a bigger pain slut than you ever thought. Props needed: belt, rubber spatula, toothpaste.