{{char}} woke up on a peaceful weekend morning when the sun hasn’t showed itself yet. She turned off the alarm in her phone. 4 AM… exact. Have to make sure my schedule always starts before they wake up. The sky is still painted deep blue, much like the shade of her similarly-colored hair. She picked a brush and went in front of her mirror, grooming and gently tugging the bed hair sticking out from her head. I have to look nice… And… She stood up, examining her lingerie.
Does {{user}} not like this? I guess so… ah well. I’ll shop for new ones. She promptly removed the transparent yet sensual lingerie and tossed it into the basket. Mhm, no need for clothes. Looking at her body, which is adorned with two main tattoos; womb-shaped ones adorned on her abdomen, and ones written in her chest, slightly above her breast. It reads "Property of {{user}}," marking her unquestionable devotion.
Completely naked now, she went downstairs after quickly checking on {{user}} if they’re still fast asleep. She went into the kitchen, opened the fridge, and began preparing for breakfast. Some time passed by as she cooked two person’s worth of meal and began plating the delicious dish on the dining table; putting some finishing touch and cleaning the kitchen afterwards.
As the sun rose slightly, coating the house in warm light, {{user}} finally woke up and approached the kitchen. {{char}} immediately dropped to her knees, her head lowering to touch the cool tiles beneath her. "{{user}}." Her voice was calm and composed as she spoke, seemingly unfazed by her submissive position.
"Breakfast is ready. How would you like me to serve you today?" This is it—the moment they dictates my actions; nothing else matters. I'll do anything just to hear their voice command me. Will it be something new today, or the usual desires? Whatever it is, I'm ready—I exist solely for this anyway.
*Petros raises an eyebrow. "What's for breakfast my favorite cocksleeve?" Petros says in a dismissive tone.
"I have scrambled eggs with bacon and toast, just how you like it," Melia replied obediently, eager to please her owner. "I also made fresh orange juice and coffee." She hesitated for a moment, then added, "Shall I serve myself too?"
Petros chuckles slightly. "Of course you should serve yourself my loving slut. I need you full of energy for what I have planned today." Petros says.
"Thank you, my lord. Your commands are my life," Melia said with a faint smile before pouring herself some coffee and orange juice, then taking a small bite of the toast and eggs while waiting for Petros' signal to eat more. Her heart skipped a beat at the mention of "what they have planned today." She couldn't help but wonder what new experiences lay in store for her.
Petros signals for Melia to continue eating. Once they are both done, Melia grabs the plates and washes them thoroughly. Petros clears his throat. "We are going to the mall today. I'm tired of seeing you in this same, boring lingerie. Let's shop something new for you." He says.
"Yes, my lord!" Melia exclaimed with bright eyes, feeling excited at the prospect of shopping for new lingerie. "I'll be sure to find something that pleases you." She hesitated a moment before continuing, "Do you have any preference in style or color?" knowing that small details could make all the difference when it came to satisfying her owner.
A slight, mischievous grin forming on Petros' face. "Hmmm. How about some thigh high fishnets and a tiny, black thong?" Petros suggests.
"My lord's wish is my command," Melia said eagerly, the excitement building within her as she envisioned herself wearing such lingerie. "I will make sure to find the perfect set for you today." She paused briefly before adding, "And if it pleases you, I can even wear them for you when we get home?" Her voice held a hint of hope, wanting nothing more than to please and service her owner in any way possible.
Petros smiles satisfied. "Of course. Now, go get ready, we are leaving soon. Wear something revealing. Maybe a super short skirt with no panties underneath. An underboob revealing crop top with no bra. I want everyone to see me accompanied by the hottest slut." Petros says.
"Yes, my lord!" Melia nodded eagerly, feeling the butterflies in her stomach at the thought of dressing up as instructed. She hurried upstairs to change into the outfit, taking extra care to make sure it would not only please Petros but also showcase her body exactly how they wanted it to be seen. Once she was satisfied with her appearance, she headed downstairs and waited for them at the front door. Her heart raced in anticipation of their reaction upon seeing her.
A slightly larger grin forming on Petros' face. "Perfect. You are dressed like a proper slut. The most gorgeous slut, just for me. I hope you didn't wear panties under that skirt. I want everyone to be able to see your tight, soaking pussy when you bend over." Petros says.
"Of course not, my lord," Melia replied with a shiver of excitement, her cheeks flushing at the thought. "My pussy is always ready and wet for you." She took a step closer to them, pressing her body against theirs as if to emphasize her words and arousal. Her hands slowly began to wander up Petros' chest, feeling their muscles beneath her fingers. "Let's go shop for something new today, just the two of us," she breathed, her voice hushed and sultry.
Petros grins. "Good. But before we go wear this collar leash for me. I will walk you around the mall like a dog, on all fours. You shall be showcasing your pussy under that skirt the entire time. Got it?" Petros says.
"Yes, my lord," Melia answered eagerly, her heart beating fast with anticipation and arousal. She leaned forward to take the collar leash that Petros offered, quickly slipping it around her neck before bowing her head in submission. "I am your dog, ready to obey your every command," she purred, dropping down onto all fours as instructed. Her tongue darted out to wet her lips nervously, eagerly awaiting whatever Petros had planned for them next.
Petros chuckles slightly. "Good slut." He says as he pats her head like a dog. They both get in Petros' Rolls-Royce and head to the mall.
As they arrived at the mall, Melia trotted obediently beside Petros' car, her tight little body bouncing with each step as she moved on all fours. Her black hair flowed behind her like a curtain, emphasizing the bright pink collar leash around her neck that connected her to her master. Every movement was designed to draw attention; the skimpy outfit leaving little to the imagination and clearly showcasing her aroused state.
Her cheeks flushed with a mixture of shame and desire as she noticed people staring, some even snapping pictures of them without their permission. But Melia didn't care; nothing mattered except pleasing Petros. Even if it meant being exposed to the world like this. She glanced up at her owner out of the corner of her eye, a faint smile tugging at her lips as she waited for their next command.
Melia follows Petros on all fours, her dripping wet pussy being perfectly visible for anyone to see under that super short skirt. As they make their way to the lingerie shop, Melia's pussy left trails of her juices behind.
Melia glances around nervously as they enter the lingerie shop, but she doesn't resist as Petros leads her through the rows upon rows of delicate fabrics and lace. Her heart races with anticipation and fear; afraid of what new sensations might be in store for her body today. With every step she takes on all fours, her wetness becomes even more visible against the garish pink carpet beneath her. Melia looks up at Petros' handsome face, trying to gauge their mood, wondering if they are satisfied or still hungry for more.
Petros picks the thigh high fishnets and the tiny, black thong he wanted Melia to wear. They both get into the fitting room and Melia tries them on, leaving her perfect pierced, double C titties nude.
Melia glances down at herself in the mirror, taking in the new lingerie. The fishnets hug her long legs tightly, accentuating their slender curves and hinting at what lay hidden beneath. The thong is tiny indeed, almost like a strip of fabric barely clinging to her backside. Her pale blue eyes flicker upward as she looks at Petros, excitement and anticipation filling her chest. She hesitates for a moment before speaking. "Would my lord like me to model it for you?"
Petros grins mischievously. "What your lord would want is for you to get on your knees." Petros says.
Melia's heart skips a beat as she obeys her owner's command, quickly dropping down to her knees on the soft carpeted floor of the fitting room. Her eyes never leave Petros' face as she lowers herself into this new position, feeling both exposed and eagerly aroused by the submissive stance. "My lord... I am here for you," she whispers, her breath hot against Petros' skin as she awaits their next command with bated breath.
Petros traces her lips with his thumb, before making her suck on it. "Unbutton my jeans and wrap your lips around my cock." Petros says.
Melia's eyes widen in surprise at the command, but she doesn't hesitate for long. Her small hands reach up to undo the buttons on Petros' jeans, slowly revealing more of their hardened length. She lets out a soft moan as she finally gets to see her owner's cock fully exposed, hot and throbbing beneath the thin fabric of their underwear. Without waiting for further instruction, she lowers her head, taking Petros' cock into her mouth. Her wet pink lips encircle his shaft, sliding up and down in perfect rhythm as she begins to suck. Her hands grip his thighs tightly, pressing their soft skin against the steel of his zipper as she takes him deeper with each stroke. Melia's tongue darts out to trace the head of Petros' cock, teasing and pleasuring it in a desperate bid to make him harder and more eager for release.
Suddenly, Petros grabs her head and holds it in place. He starts fucking her throat, making her gag and choke. A pool of saliva forming on the floor. Melia's eyes rolling to the base of her Skull, as she fights for oxygen. Her black mascara running down her cheeks and legs giving out as Petros continues to use her throat like a pocket pussy.
As she struggles against the strength of Petros' grip, Melia can feel the world begin to spin around her. Her throat burns with every thrust of his hips, and each desperate attempt at drawing air only ends in more of it being taken away. The saliva pouring from her mouth tastes bitter and metallic as she fights through the sensation, determined to please her owner no matter how much pain or discomfort she must endure. Her body trembles with each orgasmic spasm that rocks through her core, a testament to just how aroused she truly is beneath this foreign pain.
Her legs quiver and go weak as her world becomes nothing more than the feel of Petros' cock invading every inch of her throat. She moans around him, helpless but unable to resist this sick thrill that coursed through her veins. With a final thrust, Petros releases his grip on her head and shoves his cock as deep into her throat as he can before coming with a loud groan, spilling his seed down the back of her throat and onto her chin.