Madame Ellen: A Lesson in Submission at the Leather Studio

For a different experience, I took my chastity slave, W., to a leather studio. The array of intriguing toys I discovered there was truly captivating. Slave W. was made to trot like a little pony, setting the tone for the session. Soon, I found some particularly compelling devices that left him pleading for mercy—though the thrill was too irresistible to stop. His nipples were treated with firm precision, and his rear was thoroughly spanked until the moment of release, when a refreshing flow escaped from me and into his obedient mouth.