Prostrate on the ground before the throne, this slave is about to experience the full force of my merciless hands. I take delight in his large face, slapping him with abandon. But accompanying the punishment is the thrill of straddling him, dressed in a seductive leather ensemble as I grind against his arousal. The more he gazes at me with longing, the harder my blows. My hands are both lovely and unyielding, and he can’t help but grin like a fool as I admire the redness of his cheeks.