Mistress Trish slides on a pair of thick leather gloves noting to slave m, who is kneeling obediently in front of her, “you know you’re in trouble when the gloves come on.” She proceeds to slap his face ruthlessly. She rapidly knocks his head back and forth, slapping him hard and pausing only to spit in his mouth. When one glob of spit lands on his face she smiles, “I like that I get to slap that spit off of your face.” And she does. Hard. She punctuates the rapid back and forth slaps with some singular especially hard slaps that send the slave’s head flying. “And as nice as the gloves are I want some barehanded,” she smirks as she slips the gloves off to have some fun slapping him with her bare palms. “Awww, you’re cheeks are looking a little red there,” she smiles between slaps, “might have fucked them up a little bit.” She finishes him off with a rapid fire series and a sneaky insanely hard face slap before leaning over him and spitting into his mouth. “Good,” she smirks obviously satisfied.