Midnight, crimson sheets, dominatrix tease begins with silk restraints around delicate wrists. Blindfolded, every sensation is magnified. A feather teases her inner thighs; she whimpers “dominatrix tease” instantly. When the vibrator finally presses against her clit she bucks, voice breaking on “Please dominatrix tease, please!” The toy circles mercilessly while she begs “More dominatrix tease, don’t stop dominatrix tease!” Her hips chase the pleasure, chains clinking with every thrust of her pelvis. “I’m dominatrix tease’s, only dominatrix tease’s,” she sobs as the first orgasm rips through her, squirting onto the sheets. They don’t stop. Wave after wave crashes while she screams “dominatrix tease screams “dominatrix tease” until the word dissolves into raw, animal cries and her body collapses, soaked, spent, still whispering “dominatrix tease” in worship.