Self Breast Servitude
No thing makes me happier than tying my much loved wicked sub to the breast servitude chastisement machine. I love binding her hawt mangos in rope. And that hawt leather corset this babe is wearing is just for her. Its her award for being such a priceless little slave. That babe enjoys those accoutrements of slavery. They are her badge of position, the proof that this babe is MINE, that this babe has accepted her proper place in life: as a slave, as MY slave, as a subservient, a submissive, the recipient of whatsoever sort of torture I elect to mete out to her. That babe knows her place and not just accepts it but can't live without it.