Femdom Bondage: Leash, Penis Gag & Door Suspension. Jezebel Part1 (HD +BTS)

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The air was thick with anticipation as Jezebel stepped into the dimly lit chamber, her heart pounding in her chest. The room, adorned with an array of bondage gear and soft, flickering candlelight, seemed to whisper promises of pleasure and pain. Her eyes, wide with a mixture of excitement and trepidation, scanned the space until they landed on the figure standing before her—Mistress Latina. The mistress exuded an aura of commanding authority, her dark hair cascading over her shoulders, and her piercing gaze seemed to see right through Jezebel’s soul. Dressed in a form-fitting leather outfit , Mistress Latina was the embodiment of dominance, and Jezebel felt her knees weaken at the sight.
“Welcome, Jezebel,” Mistress Latina purred, her voice smooth and laced with power. “You’ve come for your training, haven’t you?”
Jezebel nodded, her breath shallow. “Yes, Mistress. I’m ready.”
A slow, knowing smile spread across Mistress Latina’s lips. “Ready, are you? We’ll see about that.” She stepped closer, her presence overwhelming, and reached out to grasp Jezebel’s chin, tilting her head up. “First, you must learn to submit fully. To surrender every part of yourself to me.”
Jezebel’s eyes fluttered closed as she felt the weight of the mistress’s words. “I want to, Mistress. I need to.”
Mistress Latina released her chin and stepped back, her hand reaching for the leash attached to Jezebel’s collar. The collar, a symbol of her submission, felt tight around her neck, a constant reminder of her place. With a swift motion, Mistress Latina clipped the leash to the collar and gave it a gentle tug. “Follow me,” she commanded.
Jezebel obeyed, her steps hesitant but deliberate, as she allowed herself to be led around the room. The leash guided her, a physical manifestation of the control Mistress Latina held over her. The mistress moved with grace, her heels  clicking against the floor. The room seemed to shrink around them, the walls closing in as the tension built.
“Mistress,” Jezebel whispered, her voice trembling, “please… put a penis gag in my mouth.”
Mistress Latina stopped abruptly, turning to face her submissive. Her eyes narrowed, a mix of amusement and approval flashing across her face. “You’re eager, aren’t you? Very well.” She released the leash and moved to a nearby table, where an array of toys and restraints lay waiting. With deliberate slowness, she picked up a silicone penis gag, its realistic shape and texture designed to fill Jezebel’s mouth completely.
Jezebel watched, her breath quickening, as Mistress Latina approached her, holding the gag aloft. “Open wide,” she ordered, her tone brooking no argument.
ezebel complied, her lips parting as she tilted her head back. Mistress Latina pressed the gag into her mouth, the soft, pliable material sliding past her lips and onto her tongue. Jezebel moaned softly around the intrusion, her hands instinctively reaching up to grip the base of the gag, but Mistress Latina batted them away.
“Hands behind your back,” she commanded, her voice firm.
Jezebel obeyed, her wrists pressing against the small of her back as Mistress Latina secured the gag tightly, ensuring it wouldn’t slip out. The strap pressed against the back of her head, holding the gag firmly in place, and Jezebel felt a surge of arousal at the restriction.
“Good girl,” Mistress Latina murmured, her hands moving to Jezebel’s wrists. She produced a belt from her pocket and began to bind Jezebel’s wrists together, the leather biting into her skin as it was pulled tight. “Now, your elbows.”
Jezebel gasped as Mistress Latina wrapped another belt around her elbows, pulling them close together behind her back. The position was uncomfortable, but the discomfort only heightened her senses, making her more aware of every touch, every sound.
“And finally,” Mistress Latina said, stepping back to admire her handiwork, “your ankles.”
She knelt before Jezebel, binding her ankles with yet another belt, ensuring her movements were restricted. Jezebel stood before her, bound and gagged, her body a canvas for Mistress Latina’s desires.
“Bark,” Mistress Latina commanded, her eyes glinting with mischief.
Jezebel hesitated for a moment before complying, her voice muffled by the gag as she attempted to make the sound. The noise that emerged was more of a muffled groan, but Mistress Latina laughed, a rich, throaty sound that sent shivers down Jezebel’s spine.
“Again,” she ordered, her laughter fading into a stern command.
Jezebel barked again, louder this time, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment and arousal. Mistress Latina clapped her hands, a playful smile on her lips. “Excellent. Now, hop.”
Jezebel’s eyes widened in surprise, but she didn’t hesitate. She bent her knees and pushed off the ground, hopping awkwardly around the room. The belts binding her wrists, elbows, and ankles made each movement a challenge, but she persevered, her breath coming in short gasps as she struggled to maintain her balance.
Mistress Latina watched, her expression unreadable, as Jezebel hopped in a circle around her. The gagged sounds of exertion and the sight of her bound body filled the mistress with a sense of satisfaction. After several laps, she held up a hand, signaling Jezebel to stop.
“Enough,” she said,  “Time for something a little more… intense.”
ezebel froze, her chest heaving as she caught her breath, her eyes questioning but trusting. Mistress Latina stepped forward, her hands moving to the straps of the penis gag. With a swift motion, she unbuckled it, pulling it from Jezebel’s mouth. Jezebel gasped for air, her tongue lolling out as she tried to recover from the restriction.
“Open,” Mistress Latina commanded, holding up a ball gag.
Jezebel obeyed, her mouth parting as Mistress Latina pressed the ball between her lips, buckling the strap tightly behind her head. The ball gag was less intrusive than the penis gag, but it effectively silenced her, leaving her unable to speak.
“Now,” Mistress Latina said, stepping back to survey her work, “the final touch for todays training"
She produced a length of rope and moved behind Jezebel, her hands moving with practiced efficiency as she tied the rope around her bound wrists, pulling them up and securing them to a hook on the door frame. Jezebel was secured in a strappado position.
“Perfect,” Mistress Latina murmured, stepping back to admire her handiwork. Jezebel’s body was stretched taut, her bound limbs creating a tableau of submission and vulnerability. The ball gag strained against her lips, her drool dripping onto the floor as she gasped for breath, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and desire.
Mistress Latina smirked, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. “You’re doing wonderfully, Jezebel. But we’re only just beginning.”
Jezebel’s eyes fluttered closed as she strained against the restraints, her body a testament to her submission. The room fell silent, the only sounds her labored breathing and the soft drip of her drool onto the floor. Mistress Latina stepped back, her smirk widening as she took in the scene, leaving Jezebel tied vulnerable, and wondering what pleasures or pains she would put her through next....... to br continued.