My slave is waiting for me tied to the chair, he will be both spectator and protagonist of a very special concert. I walk around him, I raise the excitement, I make him feel the pressure of my stiletto heels and then I sit on him. From that moment on, his face became the instrument for my slapping concert. I hit him repeatedly without respite with both hands and enjoy the sound of his cheeks. A few brief pauses in which I allow him to worship my hands by letting them rest on his face, then I get up and resume from different angles until his face is very red.

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