Studded leather harness and thong with rings I'm decked out in a studded black leather harness, thick straps biting into my matte, sweat-glistening skin, framing my big, heavy tits, skin taut, my hard, exposed pink nipples, still scarred by imaginary clamps, pointing proudly, each graze of the studs sending lightning bolts to my soaked pussy. Metal rings dangle from thongs, ready to be hooked onto chains or a leash, showing that I'm a docile slave. A black leather thong, with metal rings at the crotch, covers nothing, exposing my gaping anus, pink, glistening, throbbing like a whore's mouth, the pale pink interior glistening, wet, and my pussy, thick lips, soaked, wet dripping down my thighs, my clit swollen, red, erect, pulsing, ready to be tested by buyers. My shiny, fleshy thighs glisten, sheathed in black fishnet stockings, hanging from a studded leather garter belt. Platform pumps, black patent, twelve-centimetre heels, dig into the ground, my calves tense, my thighs trembling like a slut ready to be sold. My sleek black hair cascades over my shoulders, strands glued together by sweat, brushing my tits, tickling my burning skin. A black leather collar with a large metal ring encircles my neck, marked with an engraved "Slave" plaque, and my luscious lips, painted red, moan, "Buy me, " ready to suck to prove my worth.