MISS DIANA’S new slave aspirant has the right stuff; he just doesn’t know it yet. If he would think it through, he’d realize the jam he’s in could be the perfect fit – for HER. What more could a whimpering mass of jellyflesh want than a CONFIDENT MISTRESS, SADISTIC-TO-THE-BONE, who is happy to let him wallow in his manifest shortcomings. Naively hoping for gentle treatment, the wailing slave-wannabe gets precisely what he begs for as THE BITCHTRESS OF MERCY tenders up to his control buttons with the kindest little pinchers he ever did feel. Unimpressed with his paltry vocabulary and inadequate tongue, THE MODESTLY BLACK-LATEX-CLAD GENTLATRIX soon has the novice bootlicker floundering in the muck of his pitiful desires from one rude awakening to the next. Setting a “breathtaking” pace without batting an eye, MISTRESS smiles in total triumph as SHE effortlessly ensnares the little lost slave in the dark maze of his fantasies. A particularly perverse mask gets him completely off balance and well out of range of his moral compass. Take my word for it; you’d best not think too much about what might happen if you ever caught THIS LADY in a bad mood.
