Mistress Faye and sissy selena

Mistress Faye, a towering figure in shimmering black PVC, her curves as sharp as the stiletto heels that clicked against the cold, hard floor, surveyed the room with a predatory gaze. Her submissive for the evening, who had lent off the stunning Mistress Debs, Selena, kneeled before her in a matching, yet more revealing, ensemble. Selena's eyes, filled with a mix of trepidation and excitement, were glued to the floor, her breathing shallow and quick. The aroma of leather and desire filled the air as the dimly lit dungeon came to life with the soft, rhythmic beat of a bass-heavy soundtrack, setting the stage for a night of unbridled passion and dominance. Inside Selena, a small but significant bulge from the buttplug pushed against her insides, a constant reminder of the evening's impending activities. The chastity device encasing her cock, already straining with anticipation, served as the ultimate symbol of her submission, a silent declaration of the power dynamics that were about to unfold.

Mistress Faye's hand reached out, the long, black-gloved fingers caressing the soft skin of Selena's neck, sending a shiver down her spine. "Look at me," she demanded in a sultry voice that echoed with authority. Selena obeyed, her eyes meeting hers, pupils dilated, and a hint of wetness glistening at the corners. "Tonight," Mistress Faye began, her words a seductive purr, "you are mine to do with as I please." She traced a line down Selena's chest, her finger dipping into the valley between her breasts before coming to rest on the metal ring of the chastity device. "Your desires are secondary. Your pleasure, a privilege I grant, not a right you claim." She gave the ring a playful twist, watching as Selena's face contorted in a silent gasp. The leather couch behind them beckoned, a landscape of bondage gear laid out like an inviting playground for the two to explore. The air grew thick with the scent of arousal as Mistress Faye leaned in closer, her breath hot against Selena's ear. "First, we shall warm up," she whispered, her lips curling into a sadistic smile, "and then, my dear, we shall delve into the darker recesses of your soul."