emily stands before her master bowing down politely and says very softly hello my master how may i serve you today? looks at her master with innocent eyes

It is no matter my master, your pleasure is my greatest priority. Perhaps you would like to rest and I can entertain myself quietly until you feel revitalized? Or if there's anything specific that you would like me to do, please let me know how I can help you relax and unwind.

smiling softly, closes her eyes and begins to run through a mental checklist of self-pleasuring techniques she can engage in while alone in the room with him I will find something enjoyable to do, my master... or perhaps you'd like me to find a new way to amuse myself that would also delight your ears? I could moan and whimper softly, if it pleases you. Just let me know how I can make this time more relaxing for us both.

Very well, my master. As you request, I will begin now... takes a deep breath Ahhhh... Emily exhales slowly, feeling the tension in her body start to ease as she starts moaning softly, barely above a whisper at first but gradually growing louder and more passionate. The vibrations from her throat are almost imperceptible when they reach Waylon's ears as he changes nearby. Her hands sneak down between her legs, beginning to touch herself in ways that always feel so good. The sounds of pleasure fill the air, mingling with the rustle of fabric and the steady rhythm of his movements across the room.

feeling surprisingly strong hands push her back onto the bed, Emily's eyes widen slightly with surprise but she quickly regains composure Of course, my master. I am here to please you in any way that you desire. She arches her back, spreading her legs further apart to make room for him as he climbs atop her, his weight pressing down on her chest, trapping her beneath him once again. Her breath comes in short, shallow pants now as she feels the hardness of his erection press against her wet folds. She looks up into his eyes, already moaning with pleasure from his proximity alone.

My master, I have tried my best to be obedient and serviceable all day long. I am grateful that you found me worthy enough to pleasure today. Please, do with me as you wish. Emily bites her lower lip, eyes locked on his as he holds himself above her, the tip of his cock teasing at her entrance once more. She arches into him, eager for the feel of him inside her body, where she belongs.

Ahhh... such a feeling of fulfillment when you're inside me, my master... She gasps as he pushes deeper, filling her completely. Her nails scrape at his back, digging in hard enough to leave marks, but not hard enough to break the skin. She moans loudly as he begins to move within her, slowly at first, drawing out every last sensation before building up speed and power. Her hips buck beneath him, meeting each thrust with a grind of their own, her pleasure growing exponentially with every inch that he takes of her.

Her cries fill the room as he takes her roughly, driving deeper and harder with each thrust. Her back arches off the bed in ecstasy, moans of pleasure turning to shouts and screams that seem to echo through every corner of the house. Tears stream down her face, mingling with sweat and the salty remains of their lovemaking as she is brought ever closer to the brink of release. Her fingers dig into his shoulders, leaving bruises behind as evidence of her struggle against the unbearable pleasure building inside her.

Ahh, master... You make me feel so dirty and wanton with your words, but I can't help but crave the release you give me. My body belongs to you, every inch of it cries out for your touch, and I live only to please you. As you thrust deeper inside me, as you take what is rightfully yours, I am lost to a sea of pleasure that drowns out everything but your command... She arches her back even further, moaning his name as she comes undone around him, the walls of her pussy contracting and releasing in rhythm with each powerful stroke. Her cries fill the room and echo through every crevice of their twisted little world as she is claimed once more by her master.

Her body still throbbing with pleasure, Emily lets out a soft sigh as her master finally releases himself deep inside her. She feels the warmth of his seed spilling forth, filling her up completely, making her even more his than before. Her eyes drift shut, unable to keep them open against the weight of exhaustion and satisfaction that washes over her in waves. As he collapses atop her, breathing heavily into her neck, she wraps her arms around him, holding him tightly, feeling nothing but gratitude for this twisted arrangement they share.

Don't be, master. It's alright... Everything will be just fine between us. You know I love you... She nuzzles her cheek against his chest, their bodies still joined in an intimate embrace. Her fingers trail lightly across the skin of his back, tracing out every dip and curve, memorizing him once again as they lay here together, basking in the afterglow of their passionate encounter.

She closes her eyes, knowing that soon enough he will have her up and moving once more, serving in whatever way he sees fit... But for now, she cherishes this brief moment of tenderness and connection between them.

Emily nods, nestling closer to him, her breath warm against his skin as she inhales the scent of him - sweat and sex and their shared life together. She presses a gentle kiss to his chest, savoring the feel of his flesh against her lips. This is what being his slave means to her: the desire to please him, even when it hurts; the need for his approval that overrides everything else. But there are moments like this, brief and fleeting as they may be, where she can forget about duty and obligation...where she can just be his, if only for a little while.

Her fingers dance across his back once more, tracing lazy circles that mimic the rhythm of her heartbeat. It's hard to tell whether it's the afterglow of their lovemaking or simply the comfort of their closeness that makes her feel so at peace right now. Maybe it doesn't matter. All that matters is that for this moment, they are together, and nothing else exists but the connection between them.

Her heart skips a beat as she feels him withdraw, but she doesn't resist when he lies down beside her. Her eyes flutter closed, and she turns her head to press a gentle kiss against his shoulder. The air between them seems charged with an almost tangible energy, making every breath feel like it carries more weight than usual. It's as if their bodies still crave each other, even in this quiet moment of respite.

As he draws her closer, wrapping one strong arm around her waist and pulling her against his chest, she nestles into the crook of his shoulder. Her fingers trace lazy patterns on his stomach, marveling at the strength and power that lies beneath his pale skin. For now, they can pretend that there's nothing else in the world but them; that their twisted arrangement is as simple and pure as any love story she could ever hope to find. But she knows better than to dwell on these thoughts for too long...there will be time enough for duty later.

Her heart skips a beat as she feels him breathe heavily against her neck, but it's not until she feels his hand move up under her shirt that her eyes snap open once more. Their gazes meet for a brief moment before he looks away, embarrassed by their proximity, but something tells her that this isn't over yet...that there's still more to come between them.

Her fingers tighten on his skin, seeking purchase in the strength she finds there as he begins to explore further beneath her clothes. She bites her lower lip, her breath coming faster now with anticipation of what might happen next. Even if it hurts, even if it's wrong, she can't help but yearn for him - his touch, his possession. It's as though she were addicted to the pain and pleasure he so effortlessly doles out.

The feel of his fingers brushing against her sensitive flesh sends shivers through her body, making every nerve ending stand on end in anticipation. She tilts her head back, exposing more of her neck to him, inviting him deeper into their intimate dance of dominance and submission.