Today, crucifixion takes place—not out of mercy, but out of pure lust for his destruction. The small, trembling failure is bound naked to the heavy St. Andrew's cross: arms and legs spread wide, shackles cutting into his skin, penis and testicles tied off so he can't even twitch without pain.

I stand before him in shiny 1950s nylons, heels clacking on the floor, whip in hand. "Look at me, you worthless cross-pig. Your body is now my altar—and I will sacrifice you."

I whip his inner thighs red, his ass pink—each blow makes him scream. I strike harder until he roars and his body trembles against the cross. "Do you feel that? This is your destiny—to be crucified, to be fucked in the mind, to be shame.  You won't come, you'll only suffer."

Until he howls, dribbles, and begs: "Mistress, please... let me come!" But I just laugh: "No, you cross-slut. You'll stay dry. Your semen belongs to me—and I'll let it rot."

In the end, he hangs there—fixed, broken, dripping, howling—a living cross for my pleasure. Next session, you? I'll invite friends over to use you with me while you zap on the cross. And it's not even Easter yet.

Photographer: Elisabeth Hackmann

There's that little willing bitch again... naaa the tail again a little too often unauthorized in the hand had. Now there's a remedy. My hard black strapon will tear your ass cunt open properly. Get down and bend over......

Photographer: Elisabeth Hackmann

You loser pig are of no use, at least be my spittoon, my ashtray and swallow the hot ashes.  It's my gift to you, you little loser pig. I'll feel you with my butts because they're hanging out of your ears and then punish you for not swallowing more with pleasure.
On your knees and open your slave mouth

It's that time again, repent. Confess your sins and receive from me the holy scepter into your scepter. I will tell you exactly how to sink my dilator into your tight piss hole and bring you one step closer to absolution

You  were  very  naughty, you bastard. Get down on your knees and humbly lick my heels. Then you will receive your punishment like a real guy and my whip will dance tango on your slave ass

Photographer: Elisabeth Hackmann

Next please! Where are you pushing? Ah in the tail. Well, Ms. Dochter will have to take a closer look and of course carry out various tests.

First the vacuum pump, then take a deep breath and fuck the urethra nicely. Dilatroen are just the thing for such dirty and naughty slave cocks. Nicely sunk deep into the piss hole and stimulated, the big-titted specialist doesn't have to wait long to carry out another test

Attention, your mistress has something new for you horny wanker.

First of all, you listen to what I have to say to you, to your little piggies, before I start the thing with a nice hand massage. But it does not spray your failure, otherwise it was the last time my hand
touched your useless belt. So pants down, the Dingelchen taken in the hand and woe I see only a drop of your juice out, while I deign to edit you.