Gone with the Whip stands tall over her captive, a triumphant smirk playing on her lips as she gazes down at the man writhing in her presence. His chastity device, now unlocked, hangs loosely from his spent member, a testament to her dominion over his body and pleasure.With a dismissive flick of her wrist, Gone with the Whip tugs the device free and tosses it aside, her attention shifting to the pool of precum glistening on the floor beneath him. She drags her bare soles across the sticky fluid, smearing it into her skin as a reminder of his futile attempts to satisfy himself.
A wicked glint enters her eye as she lowers herself, her feet coming to rest on either side of his twitching cock.
