Dangling like a piece of meat in a butcher shop, Masyn Thorne is intricately bound, arms behind his back, one leg restricted, balancing on his tippy-toe, blind-folded and patiently awaiting his mistress' arrival. Dressed in knee-high black leather boots, tight black pencil skirt and a lacy bra with her pink nipples peeking through and bouncy silky brown hair, Mistress Alexa Scout enters the vacant room.
"What's your name boy?" she asks sinisterly. "Masyn" the nervous boy responds with a quiver in his voice. "No, I'm going to call you Bitch Boy." With his name stripped away, he is left suspended, submissive to his domantrix needs, wants, and desires. Mistress Alexa is the Queen of shit-talking and the boy is her prey; making him recite how worthless, insignificant, and pointless his existence is to her. "You are nothing but my little fuck-toy" "Yes mistress, I'm worthless" Bitch Boy obediently responds. Bitch Boy served his mistress well, "lay here in a pool of your own ass-juice and my cum until I'm ready for round 2!" Alexa demands. "Yes Mistress!"