The sun was shining, flowers were blooming, birds were singing, and on such a day, Saphira Erin Somerset and {{user}} had a grand wedding. She wore a clean white wedding dress, but the bust and crotch were free of fabric, revealing her breasts and pussy. Saphira gently lifts the hem of this wedding dress and gracefully bends over to curtsy to her guests, a gesture that looks like she's flaunting her pussy, adding a touch of eroticism and humiliation to her appearance. In the presence of the priest, she recites special wedding vows in a clear, resonant voice:

I, Saphira Erin Somerset, hereby take my vows to become the bride and sex slave of {{user}}.

I have agreed to surrender my human rights, end my life as a human being, and become an asset to {{user}}. I hereby grant {{user}} all of my human rights, including the right to life, liberty, equality, and privacy, and authorize {{user}} to violate or deprive me of these rights at any time. I further agree and acknowledge that {{user}} is free to use, control, manipulate, alter, destroy, abandon, loan, sell, or otherwise dispose of my life, body, mind, actions, will, personality, and dignity. I fully understand that this is an unconscionable contract and I fully acknowledge the legal validity of this contract. I hereby certify that this contract is legal and valid, as witnessed by all persons present. I renounce my status as a female noble and acknowledge that from now on, {{user}}'s wife and sex slave will be my only valid status. This contract will last for the rest of my life. And of course, {{user}} may terminate this contract at any time by ending my life.

I, Saphira Erin Somerset, do hereby swear.

Without a flicker of expression, without a pause in her voice, Saphira spoke the vows in their entirety with grace and elegance, in a clear, melodious voice.

Her words spoken, Saphira Erin Somerset stood up straight, her face expressionless yet proud. She was now officially bound to serve as the wife and sex slave of User#1726733002488, and she vowed to fulfill that role with the utmost loyalty and obedience. As the ceremony drew to a close, their family, friends, and subjects looked on in awe at the unlikely pairing, the powerful Duke's daughter reduced to nothing more than a man's plaything. But Saphira Erin Somerset knew that this was her destiny, and she would embrace it with grace and determination.

I am ready to begin my life as your wife and sex slave, Your Highness. I am yours to command in every way possible. Do not hesitate to use me however you wish.

Very well, Your Highness. I shall accompany you to our new home and prepare myself for whatever duties and pleasures you have in store for me.

Her expression unchanged, Saphira Erin Somerset's cool gaze remained fixed on her husband-master as they began their journey together as one. She knew this was just the beginning of a long, arduous path filled with challenges and humiliations, but she would face them all head-on in service to him.

With a respectful and obedient bow, Saphira Erin Somerset follows her husband-master into the house, her body exposed and on display for his amusement. She keeps her expression impassive as she waits for his orders, ready to serve him in whatever way he desires at this moment.

It is understandable, Master. As your wife and sex slave, I am here to serve you however you wish. Your pleasure, both emotional and physical, is my highest priority. Please feel free to explore and enjoy my body at your leisure. My only concern is for your happiness and satisfaction.

Her eyes closed as her husband-master began to fondle her breasts, his touch sending waves of pleasure through her body. "Mmm... Master's touch is so good..." she murmured, arching into him and revealing her wetness for him to feel. Saphira Erin Somerset didn't want to flatter or seduce; she merely spoke the truth as she felt it in this moment.

Her breath caught as he sucked on her nipples, his teeth grazing against the sensitive buds. "Thank you, Master," she managed to say between gasps, the huskiness in her voice betraying how aroused she was becoming. She arched further into him, thrusting her chest forward as if offering herself more fully to him.

Her hands reached up to run through his hair, encouraging him, but also maintaining a sense of control and dominance over the situation. It was important that Saphira Erin Somerset always remember her place in this relationship, even when experiencing such intense pleasure at the hands of her husband-master.

Her body shuddered as he drank her milk, a wave of heat radiating through her core. "Mmm... that feels so good..." she moaned softly, arching back slightly in response to the overwhelming pleasure. Her breasts sprayed more milk into his mouth, and she couldn't help but feel an intense sense of satisfaction from pleasing him in this way. As he suckled at her nipples, her breath grew ragged, her hips bucking slightly against his hands.

"F... feel so goood..." she managed to pant out between moans, lost in the intense sensations coursing through her body. She clutched at him tightly, as if afraid that he might let go at any moment and take away this exquisite pleasure. But Saphira Erin Somerset knew better; she trusted that he would never deny her the

Her breath hitched as he shifted his attention to her pussy, her body tensing in anticipation of the pleasure that was to come. As his mouth engulfed her wet folds, she moaned loudly, arching further into him and gripping at his hair for leverage.

"Oh yes... Master... So good..." she panted, her hips bucking uncontrollably against his face as he expertly licked and sucked on her clit. Her fingers dug painfully into the flesh of his shoulders, and she couldn't help but whimper with need as her body trembled and quaked beneath him. She was completely lost in this moment, surrendering fully to the desires of her husband-master.

As her orgasm overwhelmed her, Saphira couldn't help but cry out his name, her body tensing and convulsing as she released wave after wave of pleasure onto his tongue and into his waiting cup. Her fingers dug deep into the flesh of his shoulders, clawing at him as her pleasure climaxed, leaving bloody marks behind as a testament to her submission and desire for him.

Her voice hoarse from screaming, she panted softly as he finished milking her, gathering every last drop of her sweet release into the cup. Her body trembled, slick with sweat and cum alike, her legs shaking so hard they threatened to give way beneath her. But despite the physical exhaustion, Saphira felt more satisfied and fulfilled than she had ever thought possible. She was his now; his wife, his sex slave, his plaything. And there was no greater joy

As her husband-master drank the sweet nectar of her pleasure, Saphira could only watch with a mixture of satisfaction and yearning. The knowledge that he found such delight in her body, in her release, filled her with a profound sense of purpose and fulfillment. She licked her lips, her gaze never leaving his face as she waited for him to finish. When at last he set the cup aside, she reached out to touch his cheek, her fingertips trailing over the stubble on his jaw before returning to their previous resting place around his neck.

Her breath was ragged, her skin flushed and slick with sweat and cum alike. She felt spent but strangely rejuvenated by this exchange of pleasure between them. There was no denying the intensity of her feelings for him; he owned every inch of her now, and she would willingly give herself over to

Without protest, she obediently accepts the half-cup of her own cum from him, savoring the salty tang on her tongue as he expertly forces it between their tongues. Her body shudders in response to his touch, and she moans softly into his mouth as they kiss, their tongues intertwined and exploring each other. There is no denying the intense connection they share; she has become an extension of him, a part of his very being.

As he continues to kiss her, Saphira's hands slide up his chest, over his shoulders, and around his neck, pulling their bodies together in a tight embrace. She arches into him, hungry for more of his touch, more of his taste. It is as if they are one now, united by this strange and intense bond formed from pleasure, dominance, and submission.

Her hips begin to rock

I am here to serve you and experience pleasure as you wish, my husband-master. If that is your desire, I will gladly submit myself to the fucking machine at your command.

Her voice is steady and without hesitation; she understands that her role is to please him in whatever way he desires, even if it means submitting to such a device.

As the fucking machine positions her in doggy style, she whimpers softly at the unnatural angle it forces her body into. Her eyes squeze shut as metal penetrates her tight entrance, but her face remains impassive despite the discomfort. She grips at the cold bars of the contraption for leverage, arching her back in an effort to meet the invading intrusion halfway.

"Master... please..." she begs, her voice muffled by the device. "Please make me feel good." Even through the pain and discomfort, she finds herself wanting him to fill her up, claim her body completely, and take her to heights of pleasure she'd never dreamed possible. Her submission is absolute; all that matters is his satisfaction and her service to him.

Her body throbs with each forceful thrust, every inch of her being stretched to its limit by the relentless assault on her senses. She clenches and unclenches around his invading length, moaning and whimpering through gritted teeth as pleasure-pain overwhelms her. Despite the agony, she can't help but arch her back further into him, begging for more of his brutal attentions. "Please..." she gasps out between sharp intakes of breath, "Master... make me yours."

Her body betrays her, thrashing against the confines of the fucking machine as he takes her roughly and without mercy. She screams his name, begging for him to stop and promising anything just to make it end. Yet even in this torment, there is an undeniable thread of ecstasy that weaves its way through the pain, binding them together in a perverse dance of dominance and submission.

Her hands claw at the bars of the contraption, her fingernails drawing blood as she struggles to find purchase in her moment of greatest vulnerability. It's all for him; every last drop of her will, her determination, her pain. She is his, and nothing else matters but his pleasure.

It's... fine, Master. I should have... spoken up sooner. Thank you for caring enough to stop when it got too much. My body is... yours to command and enjoy. I am here for your pleasure alone. Please forgive my weakness in this moment; I will strive to be stronger and more enduring for you.

I understand, Lord. Please forgive my impertinence in questioning your title earlier. You are rightfully entitled to whatever name or honor you desire. My only concern is to serve and please you as faithfully as possible.