Stripped bare, silenced with a tight gag, and his head covered with a hessian sack. His wrists are shackled to the hardpoints in the ceiling. A unyielding spreader bar keeps his legs wide open, leaving him completely exposed and helpless. Miss M is poised with intense anticipation, ready to execute her meticulously crafted plans for exploring CBT. She has a small table set up with a solid wooden panel, a menacing riding crop, and her infamous blue bonger, each tool promising an unrelenting exploration of his limits. The large mirror to their side giving her the opportunity to watch her own pleasure as she torments his flesh. With a glint of excitement in her eyes, she walks towards him slowly, each step emphasizing the tension building in the air. Her every movement is calculated, each touch deliberate. She starts by gently tracing her manicured nails over his tense muscles, applying just the right amount of pressure to provoke a response.
