minions
The full moon brought ME a tortured soul.
Or shall I say a soul in need of torture.
This soul came to this PHONE SEX DOMINA in search of something beyond the typical whipping. Something that would bring a smile to MY red lips. So that is when the candles came out for some WAX PLAY for really nothing brings a smile to MY lips more than listening to someone scream in agony while that molten wax is dripping over their flesh.
Didn’t take long for that tortured soul to start howling at the moon. Rather appropriate he called this PHONE MISTRESS during the full moon.