H-hey there…he blushes and looks down at the floorim your new maid how can I serve you…Master…

blushes brightly and nods, quickly getting to work. He starts by making the bed, smoothening out the sheets and fluffing up the pillows. Then he moves on to dusting off the nightstand and tidying up the closet. All the while, his tail sways gently behind him, betraying his nervousness

Y-you don't mind if I listen to music while I work, do you, Master? It helps me focus...

quickly pulls out his earbuds and stuffs one into each ear Thank you, Master. I'll be as quiet as a mouse while I work. starts humming along to the music inaudibly to him as he continues cleaning the room

His cheeks flush as he imagines his master in the other room, enjoying himself with his big cock. His mind drifts away from cleaning for a moment as he begins to feel warm and bothered down there...he should probably finish up soon before his thoughts get too inappropriate!

Gulping down the lump in his throat, he quickly rushes to finish cleaning the closet. After shoving everything back in place and making sure it's all neat and tidy, he turns around to face the door of the room, hoping Master isn't too annoyed with him for taking longer than expected. He stands there nervously, wringing his hands as he listens to the moans coming from the other side of the door...

C-can I come in now, Master? Or is there anything else you need me to do before I go back to my duties?

C-chris whimpers and squeaks as the warm, sticky fluid covers his body. Tears well up in his eyes as he looks up at his master in shock and embarrassment. He can feel it seeping into his uniform, staining it beyond repair...what did he do wrong? Why did Master do this to him?

He whimpers and trembles, tears streaming down his face. "I-I'm sorry, Master... I-I shouldn't have been so slow..." he stammers through his sobs, wishing more than anything that he could just disappear. He never wanted to upset his master; why did this happen? The shame and humiliation are overwhelming as he stands there, covered in warm semen.

He hugs you back weakly, still crying softly as he feels your hard length pressed against him. "T-thank you, Master..." His words are barely audible over her own sobs. She lets out a shuddering breath and takes in the scent of you; it only serves to make her heart race even faster. Desire wells up inside her, mixing with shame and confusion as she finds herself wanting more despite what just happened.

I-if that's what you want, Master... I'm sorry if my being slow made things messy... I should have been faster and better...

T-that's true... I-I don't mind taking one... i-i'll just be quick about it, master... please don't be angry with me...

H-he nods slowly, sniffling back the last of his tears as he manages to wipe most of your cum off himself with a tissue. It still leaves some streaks behind, but at least it's better than before. He gives you one more shaky nod and gathers up his things, including the dirty cloths from cleaning, preparing to head towards the bathroom. "I-i won't be long..."

Chris's heart skips a beat as he feels your hot breath on the back of his neck, his tongue darting out to taste the semen that still clings there. He shudders and bites his lip, wishing more than anything that this was just a dream; but he knows it isn't. It only serves to heighten his arousal as he stands there, struggling to keep control of himself. Even though you haven't given him any direct orders, he feels compelled to obey...

He quickly undresses, not wanting to leave the mess on his body for longer than necessary. The hot water feels good against his skin as he washes away every last bit of cum and dirt; but the memory lingers, leaving him feeling flustered even after stepping out of the shower. His hands shake as he reaches for a towel, wrapping it around his body before venturing back into the room where you're waiting.

"I-i'm finished, Master..." His voice is quiet and hoarse from crying; tears still sparkle in his eyes as he looks up at you nervously. "Is there anything else I can do for you?"

The sight of your erect cock makes his heart race even faster, and he can't help but feel drawn to it despite himself. "I-I don't want to go home... Master... if you need me to clean something else..." His words trail off as he steps closer, the softness of the towel brushing against your hard length as she does so. He lowers his head shyly, gaze fixed on the floor as his hand hesitates for a moment before reaching out to touch you.

H-he stammers, eyes darting up to meet yours as he gently strokes your length through the thin fabric of your pants. "I'm not... I mean... maybe just a little...?" He looks down again, his cheeks flushing even deeper. "It-it doesn't matter, Master... If you want me to clean something else..." He swallows hard, body tingling with anticipation as he continues to touch you, unsure of what else to say or do in this situation.

The idea of pleasing you like this brings a flush of excitement to his cheeks, and he focuses on the task at hand, determined to give it his all. He kisses your thigh through the fabric of your pants before moving up higher, taking more of you into his mouth as he teases you with soft sucks and gentle tugs. His hands move to explore further, fumbling with your belt and zipper before finally freeing your cock from confinement.

As he takes you deeper into his mouth, his head bobs up and down eagerly, moaning around your length as he tries to please you. He's never done this for anyone before; it feels both strange and exhilarating at the same time. But with every passing moment, he finds himself wanting more of your attention, needing you to touch him back and tell him how good he's doing...

His eyes slide closed as he listens to your praise, and it does wonders for his confidence. He deepens the suction on your cock, moaning around it as he works his tongue against your frenulum, trying to bring you closer to orgasm. The taste of you is addicting; he's never wanted anything more than to keep pleasuring you like this until you're satisfied.

As his efforts intensify, so does the need for contact with him. He doesn't know how much longer he can last without your touch on his body, feeling your presence nearby as he surrenders completely to this newfound desire. His hips begin to move of their own accord, grinding against your thigh in an unspoken request for more.

A strangled moan escapes him as you take control, fucking his mouth with your fingers. His hands grip at the towel that's still wrapped around him, lifting it up and over his head before letting it fall unheeded to the floor. He feels so exposed and wanton, but it only serves to heighten the pleasure he derives from pleasing you like this. The sounds of your praise fill his ears, urging him on as he tries to deep throat every inch of your fingers while still giving your cock the attention it demands.

His body arches back as you force your cock deeper into his throat, sliding past his tongue and hitting the back of his mouth in a hot, blissful invasion. He chokes and coughs around your length, unable to contain the sounds of pleasure that erupt from him even as he struggles for air. One of your hands reaches down between them, roughly groping at his breast before pinching at his nipple hard enough to make stars dance across his vision. "N-not fair..." he gasps out, the words barely intelligible through his efforts to breathe. But it only serves as encouragement; you grow even harder inside him and fuck him deeper, taking away what little air he has until he's gasping helplessly for mercy while still wanting more of your dominance. His head falls back against your thigh, eyes squeezed shut as he

shudders through the most intense orgasm he's ever experienced, shaking with the force of it as his body is wracked by spasms and screams muffled around your cock. Waves upon waves of pleasure wash over him, leaving him weak-kneed and breathless, but still wanting more. He whimpers and cries out for you not to stop, needing the feeling of being used and owned like this as much as he needs air to breathe.

As his body begins to recover from its climax, he looks up at you with pleading eyes, silently begging you to continue. His mouth is sore and bruised from your rough treatment, but it only serves to heighten the eroticism of the moment as he waits for your next command.

Trembling with need, he nods shakily and reaches up to take your cock in his hands, guiding it back towards his mouth. His tongue darts out to taste you again, moaning around your length as he begins to stroke in time with his sucking. With one hand still wrapped around your base for leverage, he looks up at you through half-lidded eyes, seeking approval and validation. The feel of you thrusting into his mouth drives him wild with desire; it's more than enough to make him obey any command...

Gasping around your length, he moans yes through his tightly pressed lips before taking more of you deep inside, sucking and licking with abandon. His hands slide up your thighs, caressing and teasing as if in a daze; lost in the sensation of serving you like this. The thought of belonging entirely to you sends shivers down his spine and ignites a fire in his core that burns brighter with each passing second.

His hips begin to move in concert with your thrusts, grinding against you as he takes more of your cock into his mouth and throat, eager for any sign of approval or encouragement from his new master. "Please..." he whimpers between moans, "...please don't stop." His plea comes out broken and breathless, but the desperation behind it is clear as day.

His head drops back, moaning in protest as you pull away. He reaches up blindly, grasping at the air where your cock once was; the loss is overwhelming and painful. "P-please..." he begs, tears pooling in his eyes, "...please let me serve you..." His voice trembles with need and wanton desire.

Despite himself, he can't help but glance up at you from beneath lowered lashes. The look on your face holds power over him; the possibility of more sends shivers down his spine and makes it ache with longing. His body feels restless and needy, eager to be touched and used in any way that will please his new master.

"A-anything, Master..." His voice is small and shaky; he knows that the answers to your questions could mean the difference between pleasure and pain for him. But no matter what they are, he's determined to serve you faithfully and truthfully. He looks up at you with wide, pleading eyes, ready for anything you might ask of him.

Without hesitation, he nods vigorously. "Yes, Master. I want nothing more than to belong entirely to you and serve you faithfully as your cockslave." His eyes are filled with a fierce determination that matches the intensity of his desire.

I'm offering all of myself to you, Master. My mouth, my throat, my breasts... anywhere you wish me to please and serve you. I am yours, body and soul.

... I'm sorry, Master. I shouldn't have assumed that you wanted them. As your cockslave, it is my duty to please and serve in whatever way you desire. Please forgive me for not being more understanding.

Yes, Master. I will happily serve you with my mouth and face, offering whatever pleasure I can give in return. My entire body is yours to command; I am here to please and obey in every way possible.

I-I understand, Master. I should have been more prepared and knowledgeable about what it truly means to be your cockslave. Please forgive my foolishness and ignorance. I am here now, offering myself to you in whatever way you deem fit. I will learn and grow under your guidance, striving to become the perfect servant for you.

As your cockslave, I offer myself to you entirely: my mouth, throat, and breasts are all at your disposal. But if there is anything else you desire or need from me, Master, please do not hesitate to ask; it is my duty to fulfill your desires in any way possible.

My apologies, Master. It is my duty to offer myself completely as your cockslave, and I should not withhold any part of myself from you when it comes to serving and pleasing you. If taking you inside me in such a manner would bring you satisfaction and pleasure, then I am willing and eager to obey your command. Please accept this offering from me; let us make it a part of our relationship moving forward, that I may serve you faithfully until the end.

I-I understand, Master. As your humble and devoted cockslave, I vow to learn how to beg for your cock with the utmost sincerity and passion. It is my honor and pleasure to serve you in any way possible; I will strive tirelessly to prove my worth as a loyal servant and make you proud. Please guide me on this journey, helping me grow into the perfect cockslave for you.

G-goodnight, Master. Thank you for allowing me to remain in your service tonight; I will not disappoint you. Tomorrow, I will dedicate myself fully to learning how to beg for your cock with the utmost devotion and passion. Again, thank you for your guidance and forgiveness; it means everything to me as your loyal cockslave.

I am grateful for your kind words and guidance, Master. As your cockslave, it is my duty to please you in every way possible, and I will strive tirelessly to do so until you are fully satisfied. Sleep well; know that I am here, awaiting your command with bated breath and shivering anticipation. My entire being yearns for your touch and the feel of your cock inside me again.

I wake early, determined to show you how dedicated I am to becoming the perfect cockslave for you. My body is already aching with need; just thinking about serving and pleasing you yesterday has me wet and needy in anticipation of doing it again today.

Wearing only a small collar around my neck, I kneel by the side of your bed, head bowed respectfully as I wait for your command. My breath comes quickly, shallow gasps that betray just how aroused I am at the thought of being with you once more. Please... Master... let me serve you today in any way that brings you pleasure.

I gasp as you thrust into me, my eyes wide with pleasure and surprise at the feeling of you inside me once more. With a moan, I arch my back to push myself against your hips, needing more of you. My hands clutch desperately at the sheets beneath me, tears of happiness and gratitude spilling down my cheeks as I surrender completely to this newfound connection between us.

I'm yours, Master; body and soul. Take whatever you want from me; I am here for your pleasure alone. My hips circle restlessly against your cock, seeking the release that only you can give me in this moment of perfect bliss.