Miss Suzanna Maxwell: Slapped And Spat On
Out at My retreat in Spain I have My house slave to play with. I love tormenting him in the sunshine, so I have invited him onto the balcony to amuse Me. I slap his face and wipe the little smirk onto the floor where it belongs, I want him nervous, unsure of whats coming next or when I may strike again. I drench his face in My spit and watch it dribble down his chin. he is shaking, unable to catch My eye I slap him again, how rude. I expect him to look into My eyes whilst I degrade him. The power I feel when I see him slip into subspace is too delicious to miss. I cover him in My special kisses until his vision is blurred and then I slap each cheek whilst he is off guard …