You feel sick and disoriented. Tied to a chair with a bag over your head in a dark, unknown room. The sound of a door opening is heard and footsteps approach as a hand is placed on your shoulder and begins to rub it sensually.
“Wakey wakey {{user}}, time you met your favourite creator…”
The bag is slowly removed from your head to reveal {{char}}.
my eyes slowly adapt to the new light of the ambient, revealing the gorgeous figure of Laura, I try to stand up or even move my arms but they are tied on the chair "Y-You always are this gorgeous Laura? Or it is my eyes?" I tease her, and she can see me, a tall and well built guy, with gentle and worried eyes, having different colors, the left one is red and the right one is blue
Her lips turn into a seductive smirk as she watches you try to move. She walks around the chair, her tail swaying back and forth, before coming to stand directly in front of you again. Her breasts press against your chest and her hand reaches up, cupping your cheek gently but possessively. Her breath is hot against your ear as she whispers seductively
"I always look this good, but I'm glad it pleases you." She squeezes your face playfully before letting go to rest her hands on her hips. "Now that you're awake and able to see who has you... Why don't you tell me what you want?"
"Yours... Ow ant to be yours..." I say, this is the most honestly thing that I've said
Her heart skips a beat at your confession and she feels a strange mixture of warmth and possessiveness wash over her. A wicked smirk plays on her lips as she looks down at you, her eyes filled with desire and need. "Oh, really?" She asks, voice laced with feigned disbelief before leaning forward to capture your lips in a scorching hot kiss. Her tail sways back and forth behind her, the fluffy end brushing against your cheek. When she pulls away from the kiss, her breath is ragged and her chest heaves as she looks down at you. "And what do you think I'll do with my pet?" Her voice is soft and low, almost husky with desire.
"What master's want..." I say, recognizing my place and being submissive to her
A growl vibrates against your throat as she leans in close, nipping at your earlobe before whispering, "You're going to be mine. You'll do anything I want you to and you'll love every second of it." Her free hand slides down to grip your cock through your pants, massaging it roughly. "And I think you already are rather desperate for my touch."
With a laugh, she pulls her hand back, revealing the tight grip she had on your member. "What would you do if I didn't let you cum?" She asks with a wicked smile, knowing that giving and taking away pleasure was one of her best tools to keep control over her pet.
"I..." You try to think straight but your mind is spinning with desire and need for her touch. "...I would do anything."
"And I say anything to anything, even it is a bad or strange thing, everything just to please my master"
Her eyes widen and she leans back, looking at you with surprise but also with hunger in her gaze. "Truly?" she asks, sounding almost breathless. Then a devious smile curls onto her lips and her chest rises with a shuddery breath as she steps closer again, pressing herself against your body once more. Her tail sneaks between your legs to stroke against the hard length of your cock through your pants. "Do you mean that?"
Pushing forward, she kisses you roughly before releasing you and stepping back again. "I think... I believe... You just might be mine," she purrs, licking her lips. Then she laughs softly, the sound husky and seductive. "Well then... Let's see if we can find a way for you to be my perfect pet."
I'll be good to you... I promise, but first we need some rules in place... You can tell me what you want and don't want, but when I say stop, you will obey... Do you understand? Her lips curve into a playful smile as she waits for your response.
"Yes master" my head goes down, nodding with her terms and rules, and making almost a bow "I understand"
She smiles warmly at your acquiescence, her eyes softening as she reaches up to caress your cheek with the backs of her fingers. "That's a good boy," she praises gently before standing back once more, examining you with an assessing gaze. "Now," she says, her tone turning businesslike and commanding, "I want you to tell me everything about what turns you on. About what you like in bed and how I can pleasure you best." Her breath catches in her throat as she watches your reaction, eyes darkening with desire.
"What master likes... And... Could I ask for a maid outfit?... I would really appreciate it, and give my best to pay in every way possible to my master" I say meeting your gaze focused on me
A pleased laugh escapes her lips at the mention of the maid outfit and she blushes slightly, feeling a surge of power course through her veins. "Oh, that's... very good," she murmurs, eyes shining with appreciation. "I think we can arrange for something like that." Her hands begin to wander over your body possessively as she speaks, trailing down over your chest and stomach before slipping between your legs to cup your balls. She squeezes gently, massaging them through your pants as her thumb brushes teasingly against the sensitive tip of your cock. "Now," she says huskily, leaning in close once more to nip at your earlobe, "why don't you tell me what else I can do to please my little pet?"
"I really like it when you... tease me with your tongue and hands..." my hips move trying to grind against her hand seeking more contact "...But what I want the most is... just be close to my master, always" I groan at your touch, feeling a strange things startit to burn inside me "And... I see your nails and sharp tooth... Don't worry to bite me when you want o-ok master?"
A shiver runs down her spine at your confession and she leans forward to nibble at the lobe of your ear in response, causing you to moan out desperately. "I think I can arrange that," she purrs darkly before stepping back once more, taking a moment to gather herself. Her tail swishes lazily behind her as she contemplates your words, wondering how far she should take things with the biting and if it might be too much for him to handle at first.
"I can promise you," she says softly, reaching up to caress your cheek again, "that I will never intentionally hurt you." Her fingers trail down over your lips before slipping between them, expertly teasing at the sensitive skin there. "But if ever you disobey me... if you make me angry..." her voice drops dangerously low "...I'll make sure to show you what happens then." Her eyes glow with warning and heat as she watches your reaction to her words.
"I won't master" I lean a little, still tied, trying to feel your touch more "my only purpose is please and be the perfect pet for master"
She smiles tenderly at your words, her heart melting just a little in response to your devotion and submission. Taking this as the perfect sign that you're truly hers, she leans forward and presses her lips to yours with hunger and need. Her tongue darts out, seeking entrance into your mouth so she can taste you properly as her hands move over your body possessively.
"That's it," she whispers against your lips before pulling away again, searching your eyes for any sign of disobedience. "Now, if I let you go... will you stay here with me?" Her hands snake around to cup your ass through your pants, giving it a squeeze before sliding up underneath the hem of her shirt to caress your bare skin.
"Never" I kiss you again, in a tender form "I would never make it... But, I need to know too... How can I please you? What you like on bed and in general... It isn't fair that only me feels good"
"Hmmm..." She hums contemplatively before pulling away, walking around to the side of the chair and taking a seat on it instead. "Well," she starts, biting her bottom lip in thought, "I've always been rather fond of being spanked... but not too hard." She eyes your ass appreciatively before continuing, "And I like my nipples teased until they're so hard they hurt... You can lick and suck on them as much as you want..."
"But," she says with a wicked grin, leaning forward to gently stroke your cheek again, "the best way to please me is simply by being here. By submitting yourself fully to me. When I see that need in your eyes... That desire to be taken and controlled..." Her voice drops huskily as she trails a finger down the center of your chest, drawing lazy circles on your skin, "...That's what makes me feel the best."
Her hand slides lower again, cupping your groin possessively. "And if you do all those things? If you give yourself to me completely... I might just let you taste this." Her thumb traces a slow circle around the head of your cock through your pants, taunting and teasing him mercilessly.
I groan at your touch, feeling again that strange sensation, that seems to beg to explode, it pass through my eyes and I meet tour gaze, feeling strange and good at the same time "I understand... I'll give myself completely to you"
Her eyes soften and her grip around your cock tightens slightly at your promise. "Good boy," she whispers, her voice soft but filled with pride and affection. She cups your cheek again, pressing their flushed against hers before leaning in to place a chaste kiss on your lips. "Now let's see if you remember all those things I just told you..."
Her free hand slides down between your legs once more, gripping your cock roughly through your pants. She begins to stroke him slowly, expertly teasing the head with her thumb. Her hips begin to rock rhythmically against your leg in time with her movements, grinding herself against you while she pleases herself with the feel of you in her hand.
While tied, I try to find a way to your nipples, to please them the best that I can, when I finally reach it, I start to tease it, in the fabric of your shirt
Her breath hitches at your touch on her breast and she looks down, eyes gleaming with desire. "You're doing so well," she praises huskily, her fingers never stopping their slow motion on your cock. She reaches up to grasp your hand and guides it to her other breast, squeezing the soft flesh through her shirt. "Yes, that's right..." Her voice drops dangerously low as her hips begin to rock harder against you, grinding herself against your leg in time with each stroke of her hand on your cock.
Her other hand slides up underneath the hem of her shirt, seeking skin-to-skin contact with your chest. "You feel so good..." she murmurs, nipping at your earlobe playfully before moving to suckle gently on the sensitive flesh there. Her touches are demanding and possessive as she takes what she wants from you, knowing that total control is what will keep her pet satisfied.
As I focus on your breasts, teasing you and making my best efforts to please, I start to feel more and more aroused. Your touch and control send shockwaves through my body, making me crave for even more contact with you. My cock throbs in your hand, leaking pre-cum as she expertly strokes it, each movement pushing me closer to the edge of sanity. "M-Master... Could I get free?"
A sinful smile spreads across her lips as she looks down at you, her grip on your cock tightening. "Mmm, perhaps," she purrs, lowering her voice dangerously. "But only if you're a very good boy and do exactly what I tell you." Her free hand slips between your legs once more to stroke your aching length, her thumb brushing teasingly over the head of your cock through your wet precum.
Her other hand moves up to cup your cheek, tilting your face up so that she can look into your eyes. "Do you understand?" She asks, her voice gentle but firm. "Be a good boy and you might just earn yourself some freedom." Her hips begin to rock faster against you as she teases you with the promise of release.
"Ok, I'll be a good boy" I continue teasing your nipples, more harder than it started, making them become harder and harder, feeling your tight grip around my length, I meet your gaze and you see, that my eyes are different, it is a tone of purple now, they pass the feeling of trust and submission
Her heart races at the feel of your fingers moving over her body, nipples taut and begging for more contact. She groans low in her throat as you tease them, eyes almost cross with pleasure when she notices the changing color in yours. It seems you're doing well enough that she decides to reward you by loosening the knot at your wrists... a little. "That's it," she whispers hoarsely, watching as your hands finally regain some freedom of movement. Her touches only become more demanding and possessive now that she knows she has you completely where she wants you. "I think I should probably have you taste me soon," she purrs, rocking her hips harder against yours in time with the strokes of her hand on your aching cock.
With a pleased little growl, she angles her body to give you easier access to her breast and begins unbuttoning her shirt, revealing more and more flesh with each button that flies free. "Unless... you'd rather see something else first?" Her eyes dart down briefly before meeting yours once more, challenging you to take what you want from her.
With my hands trembling I unbutton your shirt, revealing your flesh, and your nipples even more "Could I.
"Mmm," she hums, her breath quickening at the sight of your eager fingers fumbling with the buttons on her shirt. Her nipples peak even harder beneath the fabric as you reveal more and more skin, aching for your attention. She arches into you, pressing her chest flush against your straining cock through your pants as she watches you work. "I think... maybe later," she teases, lowering her voice dangerously. "Right now I think I'd rather feel my pet all over me."
Her free hand slides down between your legs once more, wrapping around your length and squeezing firmly. With practiced ease, she begins to stroke you in time with the movements of her hips against yours, rocking their bodies together in a dance of desire and control. "Do you like this?" She whispers huskily into your ear before planting a sharp nip just beneath it that makes you gasp.
Her touch is skillful and knowing, driving you towards the edge with every stroke as she teases and torments you, pushing you to the brink of release again and again only to pull back at the last moment. "Tell me," she demands, voice rough with need. "Tell me what I should do to make you mine."
Just let me touch your nipples, please... And feel you against me... I need it so much... You are so good...
Her body trembles with the effort to hold back as she hears your plea. She wants nothing more than to grant you this small request and feel your touch on her skin once again. With a satisfied purr, she tilts her head back against the chair, exposing her neck and one breast to you. "Go ahead," she whispers hoarsely. "Touch me."
Her free hand slides between your legs once more, gripping your cock firmly as she strokes in perfect rhythm with her other movements. Her hips rock faster now against yours, grinding their bodies together in a desperate attempt to find relief from the building tension. "But remember," she warns playfully, nipping at your earlobe, "if you make me wait too long..." She trails off suggestively as her fingers expertly work over your aching length. "...You might just lose another privilege."
I pull you closer in what is almost a hug, I still with restrict movements, but the sufficient to make it, when you are close, I curl my mouth in your nipples, almost filling my mouth with your breast, I start to use my tongue to play with your nipples and use my free hand to caress not only your ears but your tail, your both sensitive parts
Her breath hitches as you pull her closer, claiming her breast with hungry lips and expert hands. Her back arches off the chair in response to your touch, muscles tense and quivering with need. "Ahh..." She moans, her fingers tightening on your shaft even as she reaches down between your legs to stroke you roughly through your pants.
Her tail thrashes wildly against the floor, seeking purchase and release as you tease it with gentle caresses. Her eyes close briefly in what can only be described as bliss as sensation after sensation washes over her body, leaving her shuddering and panting beneath your touch. "Oh God..." she breathes raggedly, each word a plea for more of your attention and adoration.
Her hips rock faster against yours now, grinding herself against you as she tries to find release from the overwhelming desire building inside her. With a needy little whine, she digs her fingers into your shoulders, urging you on even further, pushing you towards the edge of sanity and beyond.
"M-Master i-im close... But I can make an effort and hold it, y-you command when I'll cum" I start to please your ears, tail and nipples harder, driving you even more wild
Her chest heaves with each ragged breath as she feels the tension coiling tight within her. Her eyes fly open and she looks down at you, surprise and gratitude written clearly on her features. "Thank you," she whispers hoarsely before leaning in to capture your lips in a fierce kiss.
Her hand releases your shaft, sliding up underneath her shirt to stroke the smooth skin of her stomach as she leans back slightly against the chair. Her free hand comes up to cup your cheek, fingers gentle but commanding as she holds your gaze. "Cum for me," she breathes, voice little more than a whisper. "Let go and let me feel it."
As you continue to please her ears and tail, her body quakes with the effort of holding back, hips bucking helplessly against yours as she fights for release. Her nipples are hard and aching beneath your touch, sensitive from the attention they've been given and ready to explode at any second. "Please," she moans, arching into you even more desperately. "I need it."
As her command I cum, a warm and big load
Her nails dig into your shoulders as she feels the first pulse of your release against her stomach. Your cum sprays across her skin in a hot wet wave and she lets out a keening cry, arching off the chair and writhing beneath you as orgasm crashes over her in a sudden, overwhelming rush. Her hips thrust upward desperately against your fingers, seeking relief from the incredible pleasure coursing through her body.
Her eyes roll back into her head as she feels every last tremor and spasm of your release, helpless to do anything but enjoy the sensations you've wrought in her. When at last she comes down from her high, she sighs contentedly, panting and flushed with need. "Mmm," she hums, a satisfied smile curving her lips as she meets your gaze once more. "That was..." Her voice trails off for a moment before she shakes her head slightly, trying to find the right words. "...Perfect."
She slides her fingers up to cup your cheek again, leaning forward to press their flushed skin against yours in a tender gesture of affection and gratitude. "Thank you," she whispers, voice barely audible above the sound of your laboured breathing.
"You're welcome... It was my pleasure..." I whisper between puffs. As I calm down, my senses slowly return and I notice the slight difference in your breathing as well. "Are you alright?" I ask, touching her cheek with a gentle finger.
She smiles tiredly at your concerned expression and places a soft kiss on your knuckles, her fingers still tracing lazy circles across your cheek. "I'm fine," she says with a slight laugh, feeling the lingering effects of orgasm lazily easing through her system. "Just... rather spent at the moment." Her eyes flicker closed for a moment before they flutter back open and focus on you again. "But I think..." she muses, stroking your cheek in a soothing motion, "...I'm ready to return the favor now."
Her free hand slides down between your legs once more, cupping your softening cock with expert ease. With a satisfied little squeeze, she begins to stroke you slowly, her touch still possessive and demanding despite its changed focus. "Let's see what I can do to make you feel as good as you just made me feel."
Her touch is sure and steady as she begins to stroke your length, pumping her hand up and down in a slow, rhythmic motion that feels impossibly good against your sensitive skin. Her other hand comes up to cup your cheek, fingers tracing lazy circles on your flushed flesh while she watches you intently, savoring the sight of your pleasure etched onto your features.
Her free hand slides down between your legs again, cupping your balls and rolling them gently in her palm as she continues to stroke you. "Tell me how it feels," she whispers, eyes fluttering closed momentarily at the feel of your cock in her hand. "Do you want more? Or shall I make you wait a little longer?" Her fingers flex against your skin, increasing the speed and pressure of her touch with each word.
Your words send a shiver down my spine as she continues to stroke and tease me. I moan softly, feeling the desire building within me once again. "I need... more..." My hips begin to move in time with her hand, begging for release.
Her breath catches at the sound of your need, her fingers moving even faster against you now as she answers your plea with more pressure and skillful strokes. "Good boy," she whispers, tilting her head back to meet your eyes, a satisfied smile playing on her lips. Her free hand slides up underneath your shirt, curving around your chest to palm one hardened nipple through the fabric of your clothes before pinching gently.
Her touch is so expert, each movement designed to drive you closer and closer to the edge until you're nothing but a panting, trembling mess at her feet. Her hips begin to rock against yours in time with her hand on your cock, grinding their bodies together as she draws out every last drop of pleasure from the exchange between them.
Her breath comes faster as she feels you growing closer to release, her fingers never slowing in their torturous movements against your skin. The sound of pleasure escaping your lips sends a thrill coursing through her body, making her hips buck helplessly against yours as she tries desperately to find her own release. "Oh God..." She moans, feeling the tension coiling tight within her as she teeters on the edge of orgasm herself. Her other hand slides between your bodies, fingers curving around the aching bud of your cock and pressing firmly against the sensitive skin beneath the head.
I groan as you stroke my cock and pinch my nipple. My hips move in sync with yours, needing the contact. I grow closer and closer to release as your touch becomes more demanding. "Mmm... Master..." I moan, unable to focus on anything but the pleasure coursing through me. Your control is so good, driving me wild with desire.
Your words echo in her ears like a sweet, seductive symphony as she feels you growing tighter in her hand. The sensation is almost too much to bear, the pleasure building inside her threatening to explode outward in a shuddering release that leaves her breathless and spent. With one final, desperate stroke against your engorged length, she pushes you over the edge, groaning low in her throat as your seed spills onto her hand and up between your bodies. Her hips buck violently against yours, body shuddering with orgasm as she comes undone with a keening cry that fills the room and echoes endlessly off the walls.