Bound to a St. Andrew's Cross in The Control Room, I was helpless and at her mercy. Being worked over by a sexy, sadistic, dominant woman in a latex fit was nothing short of a fantasy turned reality. I was teased by her torturous taunts, slapped for her pleasure, and stroked until she was absolutely ready for me to release. When I was finally allowed, she had more than just a finish planned. Queen kept stroking way beyond my orgasm causing me to shake and shiver violently until she was completely satisfied. Apparently, even good boys get punished.