There is nothing more foreboding than my atmospheric candlelit lair. My stiletto heels echo on the concrete floor, crisp to the core. My devilish eyes penetrating the camera lens. My evil grin as my teeth snap onto my slave’s throbbing phallus. Miniature silver pegs bite into his swollen full balls. My infamous Kali’s Teeth pierce his hard muscle. A psychological battle of wills, as he desperately tries to thwart the inevitable! My slave cannot escape from the heavy rope bondage attached to the St. Andrew’s Cross!