Intimate RCT scene goes over the clock just to see how much we can make Skylar Locke take. She cutely requested this from us, a break from the diva stuff just to deep dive into her submissive side. How many orgasms will be driven out? Or denied? The numbers don?t lie on the timer, every girl has their tick, it?s about finding the right combo to best drive them mad.
Released : April 8th, 2025
Crud! I lost the chastity key. Mistress Marisol is so mad at me. There?s nothing I can do, and I?m going to get punished later and that is so frustrating. For now I have a caged chastity boy to vent on, though. Footjob practice! One must be the best service-oriented dominatrix one can. Practice practice practice. Boy sure is horny and desperate , for a supposedly obedient and chaste sub. Maybe Marisol will forget she?s mad at me because she has to discipline him. Turning into a puddle of a boy, just because my feet are stroking him in chastity. Tisk, tisk.
?He may seem like the luckiest slave in the world: after all, how often do I let a boy cum in my mouth (!) while in my skimpiest lingerie? But things aren?t always as they seem, and this boy is simply a stunt cock for me to use. That, and a stunt wallet. After I suck him dry, I?m going out on a date with someone else. Slave?s treat. Perks of having a magical mouth, I suppose. And, I think while we?re at it, I want a new pair of shoes. Ooh and one for my girlfriend too!Is it just me, or does his cock get harder when he hears how I?m going to use his body and wallet for my gains??
As a reward for our loyal submissive, Lucid suspends him so that he?s floating, and I blow him so that he?s soaring. They say teamwork makes the dreamwork, but I?m pretty sure this scene?s success has more to do with our talented tongues than anything (and by that, I mean Lucid?s sweet nothings in his ear, and well, my blowjob technique). A celebration of submission.
My boyfriend made his first and final mistake. Cheating. I have no mercy for spineless men who disobey trust. I?ll film every bit of his pain and suffering as I balance out his body on a metal wheel, strung from cock to nostrils. The pleasure he used to feel from my hand strokes is gone, because when I pull, his face aches with strain. This is my meanest. This is what he deserves. Never again, my dirty teased bitch. You crossed the QUEEN of denial.
He signs his name on the dotted line and he?s mine. The hood slips on, and he?s now a toy for exclusive Mandy Marx use for 60minutes. No bitching. No whining. No requests. My cock for teasing, tormenting, pleasing, or whatever it is I want. What?s that hour look like with me? Could that be you and I? Come play, come pretend, come be my boy.
