The Song of obedience.

In a darkened dungeon room, she stands at attention waiting his command. She is a slave to his will and in spite of the discomfort and humiliation she feels, she follow his every word. Does whatever he asks. With cuffed hands she must play with her body. He pays particular attention to her large globular breasts swaying a quarter of an hour in front of her. He tells her to squeeze and pull them. Maul them till they ach. She does so without question or hesitation. Her hands dig deep into her soft petals into her inner self, working in and out interrupted only by manipulations of her love button. At his command he spanks and slaps herself digging...