DRESSED IN HER P.V.C. MINI AND BASQUE. HER THIGHS GLEAMING OVER THE TO OF HER BOOTS, SHIRLEY LOOKED THE PART!
Zelda lent her a spiked set of accessories. Collar, belt, thigh straps, cuffs, and anklets let the clients know who was the boss.
A leather paddle hung from one side of her belt, while a short whip projected from the other.
Her manhood was erect and proud and easily visible under her skirt.
She sat on Zelda's throne and received the first client.
He was naked and had left all his things in a locker in the changing room.
He kneeled at Shirley's feet and put his face to the stone steps while handing her his consent sheet.
Shirley studied it for a moment. The six inch spiked heel of her boot digging hard into the back of the offerings neck while she read out aloud the things that it had agreed to suffer.
"What makes you think that this is all you deserve Pig ?"
The subject mumbled something.
"Louder Pig flesh!" T.B.C.
