The Supremely Subservient, Ella Nova

Stocking pulled tight over Ella Nova's face. Blindfold locked in place. She kneels, wrists and thighs lashed to two iron pipes. Mogul's flogger licks her back, her ass, while he decides what she'll learn today. Charles Dera steps in, cock already rigid. Ella waits, mouth open, tongue stretched. He shoves straight down her throat. She takes every inch, hungry, wet. Mogul likes what he sees. He slides a vibrator between her legs, tells her she can come only when he allows it. Then he turns the intensity higher and works a clear glass plug past her rim. The vibrator stays glued to her clit. Ella comes screaming, shaking on her knees, spit running down her chin. Later she is face-down on a wooden table, ass high, arms stretched and bound. Mogul crops her cunt, sharp little strokes, and makes her chant "please" with each strike. When Charles pushes into her pussy she keeps repeating the word, voice cracking. He fucks her hard, table creaking under every thrust. Final position: flat on her back, wrists tied overhead, one leg folded tight to her chest, the other hoisted to the ceiling. Mogul warms her ass with the flogger. Charles returns, tells her to open. He presses against her hole and sinks in, deep, steady. He fucks her ass, pulls out to shove the length down her throat, then returns to her ass again, using her mouth to keep himself slick. Last act: Ella squats in the center of the room, heavy silver trays in each hand. She must hold them level while Charles empties his load into her open mouth. One slip and the trays fall. She stays perfectly still, throat working, cum sliding over her tongue.