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A long day is coming to an end. Lady Claire, dressed only in a red corset and black nylons, relaxes on the sofa and enjoys a foot massage from her slave Ciphers. But then she is overcome by her desire to play - and her slave is her toy. She wraps him tightly in black foil until he can no longer move. The tightly stretched foil around his chest makes it difficult for him to breathe. Defenceless and completely at her mercy, he lies on the carpet in front of her. She caresses his immobilised body tenderly with her hands, looks deep into his eyes and knows that he belongs only to her. He is her property. She grins with pleasure at the thought. Sitting on him, she rubs her most intimate spot on him and reminds him what a poor little worm he is: a permanent chastiser who has completely forgotten how to get hard. Even when such a seductive woman is riding him. After he has kissed and licked the fluff off her feet, her true sadistic game begins: she settles on his face and takes his breat