Spankbot

The pink-haired Kunoichi Trainer surveyed the scene her eyes fixed on the jock tied to the restraint he was a prime target for training. A lens captured every revealing moment as the session began. The tension built with each tease a whisper of what was to come. She had studied the art of discipline a powerful display. His expression pleaded for release but the Kunoichi was focused. She remembered the retro porn she’d watched for inspiration. The unwanted movie played in his thoughts a loop of pleasure and pain. Another angle captured the raw desire as his flesh responded. Spankbot's training was extreme pushing boundaries. He felt exposed awaiting her next move. Her manwhore merchant techniques were effective extracting all pleasure. He was a puppet in her control Her interrogation was successful another conquest. The memories of her lingerie still haunted him. The Kunoichi Trainer left him reeling craving more. His face a mix of relief and submission he knew he was her property. The artist had captured the moment perfectly. The Manwhore Merchant had succeeded his submission absolute. The interrogation was an experience leaving him changed.