DPproductions - FACE SLAPPING SPECIAL - NASTY MISTRESS & OSEL

Crawling to Nasty Mistress's feet, the slave begs for her mercy. He knows that she will not hesitate to punish him for his disobedience. As he awaits her response, his heart races with anticipation. Nasty Mistress looks down at him, a menacing glint in her eye. "Begging won't save you from my wrath," she says, her voice cold and unyielding. "You have displeased me, and now you will face the consequences." The slave trembles as Nasty Mistress stands up, revealing a riding crop hidden behind her imposing figure. She walks towards him, the crop swinging in front of him like a taunt. The slave covers his face with his hands, bracing for the pain that is to come. But before she can strike him, Nasty Mistress pauses, her gaze falling on the slave's exposed genitals. "Not yet," she says, her voice dripping with malice. Instead, she grabs him by his hair and pulls his head back, exposing his face to her full view. She raises the crop high above her head, taking aim at his cheek. The crack of the crop pierces through the air, followed by an agonizing scream from the slave. Tears stream down his face as Nasty Mistress continues to rain blows upon him. The pain is excruciating, but he knows that resistance is futile. After what seems like an eternity, Nasty Mistress finally stops. The slave's face is a swollen, bloody mess. He whimpers, unable to comprehend the brutality that he has just endured. But his torment is far from over. Nasty Mistress steps back, her eyes flickering with cruel amusement. Slurring her words, she tells him to get on his knees and clean up the mess he's made. The slave hesitates, his body shaking with fear. "Now," she growls, her voice turning threatening. He knows that disobedience will not be tolerated. As he lowers his head to clean up the blood and tears on the floor, a dark sense of dread washes over him. He knows that this is only the beginning of his punishment. After what feels like an eternity, Nasty Mistress decides that she has had enough. She strides over to a nearby chair, her heels clicking against the hardwood floor. Sitting down, she spreads her legs, revealing her moist, waiting pussy. The slave's heart sinks. He knows his punishment is about to take a turn for the worse. "Come here, you pathetic excuse for a man," she says, her voice dripping with contempt. The slave crawls over to her, his body shaking with fear. As he reaches her, he tentatively sticks out his tongue, waiting for her permission. With a malicious grin, Nasty Mistress takes hold of his head and forcefully pushes it into her crotch. The slave's tongue slides against her wet, swollen lips, tasting the bitter mixture of blood and pussy. He whimpers as she grabs a fistful of his hair and pushes his face deeper into her cunt. Her pussy clamps down on his nose, the musky scent of her arousal overwhelming him. His mouth fills with her hot, sticky cum, making it difficult to breathe. Nasty Mistress rides him hard, her hips grinding against his face as she moans in pleasure. The slave whimpers and cries, his body shuddering with every thrust. After what feels like an eternity, Nasty Mistress finally climaxes, her pussy pulsing against his face as her juices drip down his chin. Exhausted, she pulls away, leaving the slave gasping for air. He wipes the cum from his face, wincing as the pain from his swollen cheeks reminds him of her previous attack. "You're not done yet," Nasty Mistress says, a evil glint in her eye. She grabs the slave by the neck and pulls him to his feet, his knees shaking with fear. Without warning, Nasty Mistress spins around and slams her ass into his face, her pussy making contact with his lips. The slave gags as he tastes her fresh juices, his nose filling with the bitter tang of her musk. She grinds her hips against his face, her moans of pleasure filling the room. After a few minutes, Nasty Mistress moves away, her pussy dripping with the slave's saliva. She grins down at him, her eyes filled with malice. "Now you can clean me up," she says, stepping back. The slave hesitates, knowing that this will be a slow and painful process. But he has no choice. Kneeling before Nasty Mistress, he wipes his tongue across her wet pussy, cleaning away the remnants of their encounter. She watches him intently, her eyes cold and unyielding. After what feels like an eternity, he finishes, his tongue feeling raw and swollen from all the stimulation. Nasty Mistress steps forward, her hand curling into a fist. The slave braces himself for another beating, but instead, she slaps him hard across the face. The slap echoes through the room, the pain radiating from his now-swollen cheek. She smirks down at him, her eyes promising more to come. As she walks away, the slave collapses to the floor, his body aching from the physical and emotional torment he has just endured. He knows that his life will never be the same again, and all he can do is hope that he will survive his time as Nasty Mistress's plaything.