Mistress Madita is back in her shiny red latex dress. So set the sphincter to receive, relax and wait for things to come. In our next masterpiece Mistress Madita has a fistful of fun and her poor little servant such a lot to bear.
Competition time! Basically, a competition is always an exciting affair. The contest is an ancient method among alpha males to distinguish themselves from one another and to show who is the stronger guy. Ultimately, it is always about who gets to plant their seed in the female after a victory!
Our Mistress Madita has found a new hobby and she always wears the right outfit. Butcher. We don't really have to say more.
There she is. Back in her dark dungeon and armed with an outstanding selection of the sickest and most painful ideas you can imagine. Mistress Madita our blonde bombshell is ready for very precise punishment on your most private parts.
Well packaged, he sits there, the poor wretch. The face is hidden, well no one wants to stare at the guy's wayward face anyway, the nipples are tightly fixed with nipple screws and a chain and the flaccid cock dangles expectantly between his hairy thighs.
Her slave has to put up with criticism from time to time. He really isn't the brightest candle on the cake. A lady like Madita really can't put up with that. But she wouldn't be Mistress Madita if she didn't use this situation to her advantage.
There was always an old saying when we drank a lot of alcohol. The wisdom has always been “you can do it while sitting.” Now with our spiteful, mean Mistress Bella Lugosi, sitting does not mean sitting. The choice of furniture is crucial here and anyone who knows this lady knows that comfort is of secondary importance!
Some men, or rather slaves, are just way too open-hearted. Or should we say they are just way too open in general? No matter how you twist it, we don't want to stretch this topic too far. But at this point in the introduction, enough of the quibbles and puns. In advance. This slave really has an ass in his pants.
Oh what a wonderful day at the pool. Everything is perfect. The bees are buzzing, the slave's ugly face is hidden under a latex mask and our fantastic Lady Bella Lugosi has slipped into her most elegant latex swimsuit. The water is warm, bubbling happily and the slave's plump, greedy lips are just waiting longingly for a first touch with the mistress's foot.
Whips? We love whips. The firm grip and pull on the scrotum and cock? This lady masters it like no other and so she manages to pull the slave and the piece of furniture across the room. We are pretty sure that this type of cock extension will look good on this small penis.
Some things and practices have been lost over the centuries, but some have withstood all odds in the darkest cellars. Impaling has always been one of her specialties. So let us introduce you our Goddess of the darkest ages, Mistress Madita.
Are you sitting comfortably too? All we can do is say it again and again. Sitting down is no problem at all. Unfortunately, this funny fellow, let's just call him Slave Model A), has apparently forgotten how to sit properly. We hope we don't have to explain this to you again.
Boy, boy, boy. We have put a lot to our slaves over the years. The wear and tear on fresh, masculine material is really exorbitant. But we always try to present you new and, above all, unspent faces.
We still have the hope that this dirty little bastard doesn't need his dick anymore, but we're not really sure! Tied up, neatly wrapped like a Christmas present and silenced with a gag, Mistress Madita's slave waits for the final ordeal! She dressed up especially for it.
Mistress Cloe is back with yet another masterpiece of finest femdom art. Dressed in an emerald green corsage she has another exciting job for a willing boot-black.
Well, if that doesn't call for relaxation, what our Madame Eva-Liliel is preparing here for her most submissive slave. The dirt foot pulled again neatly over the floor and taken a relaxed posture on the face of her loyal companion.
One small zip for Mistress Madita one giant leap for poor little bugger. It is always a natural spectacle when the clouds open their locks! But who needs clouds when you can have the original?
It has to be an absolute honor in times like these. Fresh oil costs a fortune at the gas station, but nothing is too expensive for the slave for our Miss Yuna. Of course, it is clear to us that there are small differences that affect the oil.
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