Chanel Gets Crushed

Poor Chanel walked straight into the Mistress's den and now she pays for it. Wrists bound, spirit cracked, she obeys with that desperate hunger she can no longer hide. She drops to her knees, lips parting wide as she sucks the silicone cock she once refused. She spreads herself open, fingers slick and working deep at a glance from the woman who holds her leash. Whatever the Mistress orders, she fulfills. No question. No mercy. Only one command counts in this room, and it belongs entirely to her tormentor.