I don't know what I've become. My name is Richard and I'm so exhausted from wanking over the lovely High Class German Mistress, the lovely Domina Lady Leila. How shall I describe her?
She is beautiful and brutal - a true dichotomy. Both women and men stoop to her whip. She thrashes female arses, on video, with her paddle or their stilettos. She makes a joyful misery out of their breasts. Her men are bound and deprived of their breath. The Fetish Loft is her playground and her victims' heavenly hell.
I fell for the lovely Lady Leila on-line. Her womanly form is such a joy to look at. I am mesmerised by her large pierced nipples in that fish-net bodysuit she sports. Leila's smooth legs, in black PVC boots, are long and muscular. She stands firm with her shapely hourglass waist in her short, tight black PVC mini-skirt.
How I long to flick those large, dark nipples with my tongue as she whips my noisy plastic panties. I've fantasised about her so much. I must have been out of my mind to fly from England to Germany. She looks so much more alluring in the flesh.
"And why have you come here?"
I can't look her in the face as I stand beneath her in my clear glass, plastic knickers.
"You're a despicable little man and you must be punished."
I nod quite pathetically. I can't believe I've been reduced to this.
"Now turn around, worm. Let me see that shiny arse."
I turn around and regain my stature. I turn to face her as a whip cracks through the dark dungeon air.
"I said, turn around. You sissy boy."
My head snaps away from her stern gaze. I present my plastic-clad bottom to her leather fronds. It doesn't hurt so much. The leather cracks the shiny PVC stretched over my bum cheeks. She flicks her whip and whips me again until it stings.