Pulled by a leash, you get dragged into Sydney’s house. She makes it sound like something exciting is about to happen, but that’s not the impression you’re getting. Collar, ties, nipple clamps, a gag and a butt plug. This is hardly the kind of situation that predicts something exciting. As you admire Sydney’s outfit, those leather boots, sexy underwear and gloves, she records a video of herself. Likely not meant for you but you don’t mind bearing witness to her excellence. She is getting to fuck you up. You’re not sure yet what that means but it is turning you on, especially when she calls you slave boy. Whip in hand, boots in your face, you can smell the leather and no doubt she can smell your fear. You worship her boots, like there’s any chance you won’t do what she tells you to do.
