The riding crop is never far from Isabella's hand, swatting Natalie's ass and exploring the space between her legs. With a but a word from her Mistress the slave rolls over, exposing her luscious breasts to the sting of the crop and the poke of Isabella's high heels. Nipples are cruelly pinched as the intuitive Domme spits in the girl's face. Natalie seems to be slipping away, the humiliation driving her deep into sub-space, and Isabella brings her immediately back in a torrent of face slapping.
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