A Divinely Humiliating Melodrama

Chanel Preston has Parker on his knees before he knows what hits him. She strips him bare, clamps a cruel ring around his cock, and laughs when it swells against the metal. Her words land like stings: small, useless, mine. He grunts when her palm cracks across his ass. The cane follows, sharp lines that burn and bloom. Nipple clamps bite next. Every jolt of pain makes him harder for her, and she tells him exactly how pathetic that looks. She bends him over, straps on thick black silicone, and drives straight into his hole. Parker gasps, rocks, takes every inch while she calls him her favorite little stage toy. When she’s done fucking him open she shoves the same cock down his throat until he gags on his own mess, swallowing every drop she demands. Sweat, welts, and her fingerprints mark him by the end. He stays kneeling, breathing hard, eyes glazed, already craving the next command from the woman who keeps his balls in her purse.