A new throne for Domina Tempest Luxx anxiously awaits Her in the dungeon. She has bewitched his mind, controlling him through mental bondage. Her subservient seat lies frozen in place for his opportunity to be used by a complete Goddess. Mistress Luxx kneels down and traces her fingertips over his body before She takes a seat. This is about Her...and She knows it. She grinds deep on his face, bounces on his nose, shakes Her ass over him and traps his scrawny neck between Her powerful thighs. All this really turns Her on, knowing the control She has over such a feeble man, and using his face...

A new throne for Domina Tempest Luxx anxiously awaits Her in the dungeon. She has bewitched his mind, controlling him through mental bondage. Her subservient seat lies frozen in place for his opportunity to be used by a complete Goddess. Mistress Luxx kneels down and traces her fingertips over his body before She takes a seat. This is about Her...and She knows it. She grinds deep on his face, bounces on his nose, shakes Her ass over him and traps his scrawny neck between Her powerful thighs. All this really turns Her on, knowing the control She has over such a feeble man, and using his face for Her pleasure, She feels Herself up and enjoys the ride. Her throne has one job, to last..to endure..to worship and obey. he knows he if he measures up to Her high standard he will be kept around and used...he knows he will be forever, enslaved.