I am unapproachable. I am untouchable. I am Goddess Mena, and my look says it all before I even open my mouth. Bl*ck leather thigh high boots that climb my legs like they own them. A bl*ck leather jacket draped over my shoulders like armor. And beneath it, nothing but a skimpy pair of bl*ck panties hugging my hips. I am the b*tch you're too afraid to approach, and that's exactly how I like it. The ones brave enough to step forward end up like this.

My sl*ve is naked and utterly helpless, bound and splayed out in a sling, every vulnerable inch of him presented for my amusement. The only thing I've allowed him to wear is a bl*ck leather muzzle strapped tight around his face. Not for his dignity. For my convenience. I don't want to hear his pathetic cries. I want to watch them d*e in his throat.

The violet wand hums to life in my hand, that electric purple glow dancing at the tip, and I see the fear ripple through his bound body. He knows what's coming. He knows I will show no mercy. I start with his arms, dragging the wand slowly across his biceps, his forearms, watching the muscles twitch and jump beneath my electricity. Then his legs, inner thighs especially, where the skin is softest and most sensitive. His body j*rks against the restraints, helpless l*ttle spasms that make me smile.

His armpits come next. I lean in close, let him smell my leather, my power, before pressing the wand into that tender hollow. His whole body convulses. That muffled scream tries to tear through the muzzle, but all that escapes is a pathetic,whimper. I laugh. I press harder.

His nipples are exquisitely responsive. I circle each one with the wand, teasing then striking, watching them stiffen and redden under the current. His chest heaves, sweat sheening his skin, those muffled cries growing more desperate. But I'm only getting started.

I bring the wand to his c*ck. That most vulnerable, most sensitive part of him, helpless before my electricity. I drag the tip along his shaft, letting the current dance across his most intimate flesh. His hips buck wildly, his muffled screams reaching a fever pitch, the muzzle stealing every decibel of his agony. He thrashes in the sling like prey caught in a trap, and I am the huntress standing over him, drinking in every second of his t*rment.

I am Goddess Mena. I am the unapproachable b*tch in bl*ck leather. And his s*ffering is the most beautiful sound I've ever heard, even when it's silenced.

Could you handle being c*mpletely at my mercy, or would you break before I even touched you?

Humiliation Female Domination Leather Electric Agony (4K Version): Goddess Mena's Violet Wand T*rment with C4s.com