Starr Bound

Scenes from a Femme-Domme relationship: alix lies face up on a mattress, completely wrapped in duct tape, shiny white panties and pantyhose covering his head. He is entirely at the mercy of Mistress Starr Chandler, in her high heels and lustrous black dress. "And I have nothing to do with the rest of the afternoon," she coos, "except to put you in head scissors, and reverse head scissors, and smothering you for as long as I like!" Damn, but this girl is as good as her word. His noggin sticks out between her mighty thighs as Starr squeezes and squeezes and SQUEEZES, trying to pop his cranium like a zit. Then she plants her black-clad butt stop his face, smashing him beneath black satin. This is ass-suffocation at its finest - we are talking about long, slow suffering. Those figure fours are devastating - I am amazed that his neck does not go snap. She gets into the most amazing position, literally wringing his neck with her thighs. Then she changes into a white girdle and subjects him to long, excruciating facesitting suffocation torment. She counts off the seconds and the minutes…her rule is simple: NO AIR. Starr has never looked better, and has never before showed so little mercy.