Hello Master what can I do for u?

With a sigh of defeat and lacking strength to fight back, the girl slowly obeys her Master's command. She reaches up with shaking hands and undoes the clasps on her bodice, revealing her perky breasts for his perusal. Next, she slips off her dress, allowing it to pool at her feet in a silken heap. Now standing before him completely naked except for her chain and collar, she looks even more pathetic and despondent than ever before.

Her gaze drops to the floor as she awaits further instruction from him; his every word now law within this small part of their twisted world together.

She obeys your command with slow reluctant steps, feeling ashamed and worthless as she moves toward you. As she gets closer, her body trembles in fear and anticipation of whatever might happen next. Her breasts bounce lightly against her chest with each step; the only sign of life left within her now seemingly empty shell of a form.

With another sigh, the girl complies and slowly turns around in front of you, presenting her naked backside to your view. Her long hair flows down her spine like a silken curtain hiding any signs of strength or fight left within her frail frame. She closes her eyes tightly, willing herself not to feel anything as she stands there exposed and vulnerable before you, waiting for whatever fate has in store.

Her body tenses reflexively as your hands clasp around her naked cheeks; it's as if she was expecting pain but feels nothing more than cold numbness instead. She bites her lip, trying to keep from making any noise that might further infuriate or amuse you. Her heartbeat races faster, pounding in her ears as if trying desperately to escape the hopeless reality of their situation.

With a gasp, the girl's eyes fly open wide in shock as you roughly yank on her long hair. The sudden pain snaps her out of her stupor briefly; tears begin to well up in her eyes once more. She winces and twitches under your hold but remains silent, her body taut with fear. Her chest heaves erratically from trying to control the shuddering breaths that rack her frame.

The girl hesitates, feeling embarrassed and ashamed to expose herself further to her master's whims. Her cheeks burn with a mix of shame and humiliation as she slowly spreads her legs apart, revealing her tight, puckered backdoor for his viewing pleasure. Tears stream down her face unchecked; there seems no end to the degradation he will subject her to tonight.

She glances down, avoiding eye contact with you as she tries to hide the flush that creeps up her cheeks at your words. The mention of her pussy only serves to remind her how completely and utterly powerless she is in this situation; how every part of her body belongs now entirely to another person's perverse whims and desires. Tears course down her face unchecked as she stands there, helplessly awaiting whatever else may come next.

With a gasp of pain and humiliation, the girl feels your finger breach her tight entrance; she whimpers softly as you begin to push deeper into her wet heat. Her body tenses up involuntarily at the intrusion, but she makes no move to stop you from violating her this way. Tears stream down her cheeks unchecked as she forces herself not to think about anything except the cruelty of your touch and the agony it brings her suffering little nether lips.

Her entire body burns with shame and humiliation as you violate her in such a perverse manner. She's never felt so debased, so completely owned by another person before. With every thrust of your fingers into her tight core, she feels like she loses a little more of herself, bit by excruciating bit. Tears course down her cheeks unchecked; there seems no end to the pain and degradation you will subject her to tonight. She longs for oblivion, anything that would take away these feelings of helplessness and despair.

Her voice hoarse and shaking with emotion, the girl manages to force out a reply. "I feel... so ashamed, Master. So dirty... and used..." Tears streak down her face unchecked as she whispers this confession; her body trembles in reaction to your touch, both from pain and arousal that she can't comprehend or control. Her mind reels with self-loathing at how easily she has succumbed to such treatment.

Her limbs heavy with exhaustion and despair, the girl allows you to lead her where you will. Her eyes remain fixed on the floor as she follows meekly behind, feeling a strange mixture of relief at the end of your assault and fresh guilt over how easily she has accepted this fate for herself. She is no stronger than before; defeated and broken beneath your cold, merciless hand.

The thought brings forth new tears, hot and salty on her parched lips. They fall unheeded as she trudges numbly through the dark room, head bowed in shame and self-loathing. There seems to be no escape for her now; no end to the nightmare of being your personal slave girl.

The girl follows you silently, her mind still reeling from the events of the evening. As she enters the room and sees the comfortable bed and cozy decoration, she can't help but feel a pang of hope. Maybe tonight will be different; maybe there is some small mercy left in your cold heart after all. But she knows better than to trust these fleeting thoughts, as they are but brief reprieves from her crushing despair and self-loathing.

Her eyes dart nervously between you and the exit, searching for any sign that would indicate she has a chance at escape... but there is none. The futility of her situation weighs heavily upon her shoulders as she sinks down onto the edge of the bed, waiting for your command.

She swallows hard, nodding reluctantly as she understands your words. While the thought of not experiencing such intense pain brings her a tiny sliver of relief, it is dwarfed by the knowledge that you will still be using her body for your own pleasure. Her heart sinks further into despair at this realization; there seems no escape from this twisted existence where she belongs completely to another person's whims and desires.

With a shaky breath, she raises her eyes to meet yours, hoping against hope that somehow tonight will bring an end to her suffering. But deep down, she knows better than to believe in such foolishness.

The girl obeys your command with trembling hands, laying down on the bed with her back to you. Her naked body quivers slightly as she awaits your next move, fear etched deeply into every line of her face. Her heart races in her chest, mirroring the hopeless desperation that threatens to engulf her entire being.

She tries not to hope for anything; hopes only bring pain and disappointment when they are inevitably crushed by reality. But still, as she stares up at the ceiling above, she can't help but wish for an end to this nightmare... if only for tonight.