Trapped in the bl*ck box, Giada had no way of knowing who was in My presence at the House of Sinn. Now, even freed from its confines, she remains just as helpless: hooded, blindfolded, stripped naked before Me and Mistress Lexy Noir. She is no longer a person, merely a doll, an object existing solely for Our pleasure.

Lexy’s brief concern about not having an ashtray is quickly dismissed: why worry when We have Giada’s mouth to serve Us? But her helplessness is about to deepen. Bound in a str*itjacket, her arms are useless, her body c*mpletely at Our “mercy.” With her most vulnerable places left exposed, she will serve her true purpose: nothing more than Our s*x doll, aching with need, helpless beneath Our power.

We place her on her knees as Lexy describes the perfection she cannot see: Our beautiful, leather-clad bodies just out of reach. Teased by Our scent, t*rmented by the mere words of what he is denied, her place is cemented as We kiss above her, trapping her head between Us. And the t*rment does not end there. As Our skirts fall away, she is left with nothing but the arousing scent of Our arousal, made to breathe it in, knowing she exists only to serve and to s*ffer in aching devotion.

This is where she belongs. Our plaything. Our doll. And We are far from finished with her.

See what else We did with her:

Matriarch Ezada Sinn and Mistress Lexy Noir surprise Giada with a hard strap-on f*cking

Boot worship and humiliation: Matriarch Ezada Sinn and Mistress Lexy degrade Giada while They smoke

Whipping and human ashtray: Matriarch Ezada Sinn and Mistress Lexy Noir using Giada to satisfy Their sadistic desires

Matriarch Ezada Sinn & Mistress Lexy Noir: Giada's submission through sweaty pantyhose foot worship

Our powerless s*x doll: Matriarch Ezada Sinn & Mistress Lexy Noir keep Giada at their "mercy"