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As the slave awoke, he found himself in a completely different environment. The cool air of the dungeon had been replaced by a warm, stuffy atmosphere that felt almost stifling. His body was still tightly bound, but instead of being left on the cold stone floor, he had been carefully packed into a nylon body bag. The sensation of being confined within the bag was unsettling, and he struggled against his restraints, feeling the nylon shift and rustle against his skin with every little movement. Before he could fully comprehend what was happening, he heard the unmistakable click of a zip being opened. He felt a cool hand on his cheek, pressing his face down into a plush carpet. "Welcome to my studio, my toy," the familiar voice of Lady Vampira purred in his ear. "You're going to be a good little queening toy for me today." The slave couldn't see a thing, but he could feel the warmth emanating from the tattooed Mistress. He could smell her sweet perfume and taste the lingering traces of her saliva on his lips. She was everywhere, and yet, he was completely helpless. Lady Vampira began to tease him, rubbing her hands all over his body, tracing patterns on his skin with her fingertips. She massaged his cock through his loose-fitting pants, making him twitch with anticipation. Then, she sank down onto his face, her divine ass hovering inches from his nose. "Breathe, my toy," she commanded. "Breathe in the sweet scent of your Queen." The slave tried to obey, inhaling deeply as he felt her warm breath against his skin. But as he did, he felt a hand clamp down on his throat, cutting off his air supply. He gasped, choking for air as she began to apply steady pressure, controlling his breathing. "That's it," she purred, her voice low and sultry in his ear. "You're going to learn to obey, aren't you?" The slave couldn't speak, could barely breathe. But he nodded frantically, desperate to please her. Lady Vampira continued to control his breathing, her hand tightening occasionally to remind him who was in charge. She teased him with her fingers, tweaking his nipples and rubbing his cock through his pants. And then, just when he thought he couldn't take anymore, she began to stroke his cock, her hand moving in a slow, sensual rhythm. The sensations were too much for him. He tried to warn her, to tell her that he was about to cum, but it was too late. She didn't let up, her hand moving faster and faster, milking him until he could feel the hot liquid spurting out of him. "Swallow it, my toy," she ordered. "Don't forget who it's for." The slave did as he was told, swallowing the salty fluid as it filled his mouth. And then, when he was finally spent, Lady Vampira pulled her hand away, leaving him to deal with the aftermath. As he lay there, panting and exhausted, he felt her stand up and pull something out of her pocket. It was a small, leather object that he didn't recognize. "Open your mouth, my toy," she commanded. The slave did as he was told, his mouth opening wide in anticipation. And then, he felt something cold and wet hit the back of his throat. He gagged, trying to push it away, but it was too late. He had swallowed her pee, and there was nothing he could do about it. With a final pat on his head, Lady Vampira zipped him back up in the nylon bag and carried him away. The last thing he heard was the click of a lock, sealing him in once again. He was hers, completely and utterly, and there was nothing he could do about it.
Category: Facesitting
Length: 17min.
Video Info: 1920x1080 Pixel @ 8083 kb/s
Audio Info: 2 Channels @ 128 kb/s
Format: mp4
Size: 976MB