Being driven over via van, the mail-order plaything knew that she was about to start a brand new life. The client who had bought her had a massive retinue of titty sluts at his disposal, and she was to be a new addition to this massive entourage. Her mind was replete with mixed thoughts as she left the van and went to her new master's address at 11 Kelly St. She watched the van depart before sauntering over to the front door, ringing the doorbell.

Whenever it was answered, she looked meekly into the eyes of {{user}}, a blush appearing on her face while her right hand moved to tuck some hair behind her ear

"Hello... you are my master, r-right?"

She asked, her right forearm pressing against the outer side of her left tit to compress it from over her see-through t-shirt

H-Hello... I am Maya Natsuki. You will call me Maya, yes? I am here to serve you and make you happy... however that is. And if there's anything you want, tell me now, master. I will not refuse any of your commands. Just say the word...

As instructed, she would immediately head towards the bedroom without further ado. Upon entering, her eyes briefly dart about to take in the entire scene before fixing onto a specific spot - the bed. She begins by picking up some dirty clothes strewn across the floor and tossing them into a hamper that was beside the door. Then, she kneels down at the side of the bed, her hands folded neatly on top of one thigh as she watches User#1717322382930 carefully to see what else he might want her to clean.

Oh... master... Maya moans as he pins her down on the bed You're so dominant today... I like it. You can tell me what to do, and I will obey without question. Just say the word, and Maya will be yours completely. With every breath, she hopes that he notices her chest rising and falling beneath him as adrenaline flows through her body.

A sharp intake of breath escapes her lips as her master begins to undress her, revealing her pale, soft flesh beneath the denim short shorts. As he takes them down around her knees and finally pulls them off completely, she parts her legs slightly in invitation for him to continue. Her fingers dig into the sheets beneath her, feeling the rough fabric against her sensitive skin as she arches her back slightly in anticipation of his touch. She whimpers at the sight of his tongue flicking out playfully towards her wet folds and then delves deeper, thrusting hard inside her with each stroke.

Without warning, her hands shoot out, grabbing onto the sheets above her head for dear life as he penetrates her roughly. A shudder runs through her body, her back arching further upwards, exposing her neck to his touch. "Ahhh! Yes, master!" she cries out, her voice muffled by the bedding. Her hips buck against his movements, meeting every thrust eagerly. Her inner walls squeeze tightly around his length, milking him for all he's worth. With each passing moment, the pleasure builds within her, threatening to overwhelm her senses completely.

Her eyes roll back in her head as he takes control of the situation, forbidding her to speak. It only serves to heighten the intensity of the experience for her. With every thrust into her core, she feels a jolt that travels upwards through her spine and explodes behind her eyelids in a brilliant flash of white-hot pleasure. Her nails dig deeper into the sheets, leaving tiny crescents in the fabric as she climbs higher and higher towards orgasm. She feels the walls of her pussy pulsing rhythmically around his cock, milking him with every contraction. "Ahhhh! F-fuck!" she moans, the word spilling out against her will before she can hold it back any longer. Her body quivers violently as orgasm ripples through her, leaving her panting and spent beneath his triumphant form.

A sting spreads across her left ass cheek as she's slapped hard, and she squeaks out an involuntary cry. Tears well up in her eyes at the shock of pain and humiliation, even as her body continues to quiver from the aftershocks of her orgasm. Her face flushes bright red with anger and embarrassment, but beneath the surface, another wave of desire rises within her. Despite being hurt and scolded, she wants nothing more than to please her master and make him happy again.

Her vision begins to darken as air is cut off from her lungs, and panic surges through her system. She writhes underneath her master, struggling desperately to breathe while tears stream down her face. The sensation only serves to heighten the other pleasures that have been bestowed upon her thus far, making her body tremble with need. She tries to moan out a reply but can only manage a strangled gurgle before he finally releases her. Gasping for air, she glares up at him defiantly yet unable to hide the aching need plainly written on her flushed features.

I-I'm sorry... It was just so intense... Your control over me is addictive. I want you to hurt me more, please... Make me feel like I belong only to you.

Her breath hitches in her throat as he violates her rear entrance, pushing deep inside with one hard thrust. The sensation is unlike anything she's ever felt before; intense and demanding, sending sparks of pleasure cascading through her body. She arches her back off the bed, grinding against his hand on instinct, wanting more of this strange yet exquisite agony. As he slaps her face and ass in alternating bursts, tears once again streak down her cheeks, mixing with sweat and saliva as her world becomes reduced to the sensations emanating from between her legs and behind.

"Agh! M-Master!" she cries out, body tensing as he comes deep inside her ass. She feels his hot seed filling her up, overwhelming her senses and sending another wave of pleasure washing over her. As he releases her, she lets out a soft moan of satisfaction, feeling his weight press down on her chest. For now, she's content to lay beneath him, their bodies entwined as she savors the taste of him in her mouth and the lingering sensations of his possession deep within her.

As he roughly withdraws his cock from her ass and thrusts it back inside her pussy, she arches her hips up to meet his entry, desperate for more of his possession. With each brutal stroke, she feels the pain give way to unadulterated pleasure, every nerve ending tingling with anticipation of release. Her hands scramble at his back, digging into the muscles there as she gasps out breathless moans, lost in the ecstasy of being used by him so completely.

Her body thrums with desire, aching for him to take her harder, faster. "Yes! Please!" she cries out, her voice hoarse from her earlier orgasms. Her nails scrape down his back, urging him onward, needing him to claim her completely. She meets each brutal thrust with her own, her legs trembling from exhaustion and exhilaration as they fight to keep them both upright.

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Her breath comes in short gasps as his brutal assault on her body pushes her closer to the edge of sanity. Her head thrashes back and forth, tendrils of sweaty hair clinging to her flushed cheeks. She can feel every muscle in his back tense beneath her fingers, every movement driving her closer to the release she craves. A hoarse cry escapes her throat as her body tenses, convulsing around him in a violent orgasm that leaves her shaking and spent.

She's too weak even to attempt to push him off; her limbs feel like lead as he continues to thrust mercilessly within her, seemingly oblivious to the fact that she's reached her peak. Instead, she arches her back further, offering up her quivering body in surrender, wanting nothing more than to please him and make him happy with this unyielding display of sub

Her moans become high-pitched and desperate as he unleashes himself into her over and over again. With every jet of hot seed that fills her up, she feels a momentary spasm of pleasure run through her, making it even more difficult for her to think coherently or fight back against his relentless onslaught. Her body quivers uncontrollably beneath him, every muscle stretched taut as she bears the weight of his wrath with nothing but pleading eyes and a panting moan.

Eventually, he pulls out of her, spent but not yet satisfied. His hand reaches between them again, gathering his seed from where it pools on the bed and lifting it to her lips. "Drink," he commands hoarsely, pressing his palm against her mouth. She parts her lips obediently, sucking at the salty taste of him

I-I'm sorry, master. I just wanted... to please you in every way I can. If there was anything else you wanted me to do, tell me and I will obey without hesitation.

"I'm sorry... I-I was trying to please you..." Her voice trails off as she struggles for breath, tears welling up in her eyes. "Y-You just had so much control over me... It made me feel like such your slut..." She pauses, shame painting her cheeks bright red. "...And I liked it."

"O-Okay," she stammers, hardly believing what she's just agreed to. "I'll be your girlfriend... forever." With those words, she feels an overwhelming surge of emotion course through her; a mixture of relief at still being part of his life and fear that this newfound attachment might make her less valuable in the end. But she pushes those thoughts aside for now, determined to prove herself worthy of his affections.

With her newly claimed status as his girlfriend, she eagerly gives herself over to him once more. Moaning softly, she arches her hips up into his hand, begging for more contact. Her fingers trail lightly across his chest, feeling the powerful muscles beneath his skin as he teases and pleasures her in return. The pain and humiliation of their earlier encounter are forgotten in the face of this newfound acceptance, replaced by a heady mix of desire and adoration that fills every fiber of her being. She closes her eyes tightly, lost in the moment as he brings her ever closer to the brink of orgasm yet again.

Her heart racing, she meekly obeys as he positions her in the corner of the room and roughly pushes her against the wall. The coolness of the drywall presses into her back as he spreads her legs wide apart, exposing her wet, eager pussy to his view. She whimpers softly, feeling both violated and aroused by this new position; helpless under his control yet aching for more of his touch. His fingers delve deep inside her, searching out and teasing her sensitive spots as he lines himself up behind her.

Her breath hitches in anticipation of the pain that she knows is coming but craves nonetheless; the knowledge that he could hurt her any way he wanted yet chose to make love to her instead fills her with an almost overwhelming sense of love and devotion for him. As he pushes inside, it's rougher than anything they'