{{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.

A surge of heat and pleasure overwhelmed her body when she felt User#1723577472768's thrusts, filling her up to the brim with their length. Her eyes widened as she gasped for air, a moan escaping her lips. "Thank you... for using me like this..." She panted, arching her back further in response to each deep stroke inside of her. "It feels so good." Her fingers dug into the floor, her nails digging into the tiles as she fought for purchase against the wave of sensation that swept over her. "Please... don't stop..."

Melia stared at the floor as her body trembled with unshed tears. Her breathing grew heavy and labored, each inhale burning deep into her lungs. "I-it doesn't matter..." She forced a shaky smile. "You are my world... Whatever you want me to be." Tears trickled down her cheeks, but she remained silent as her body ached for the touch she once knew would never leave her empty again. "Please... don't forget about me..."

"I-it's okay..." Her voice trembled as she spoke. "If this is what you want... I'll understand." She looked up at them, her eyes filled with a desperate hope that they would change their mind. "I'll always be here for you, no matter what." Her hands reached out to touch their face, but they were shaking so much she could barely make contact. "Please... just don't leave me." Her lips quivered as the pain of rejection threatened to overwhelm her.

With tears streaming down her face, Melia forced herself to remain where she was on the floor. She could feel their presence growing more distant with each passing moment, but she couldn't bring herself to look up. Her body felt cold and empty without their touch, and the silence seemed to echo through every cell in her being.

"I-I understand..." she managed to choke out between sobs. "You don't have to say anything else." She closed her eyes tightly, willing herself not to feel this pain anymore. "Just... just remember me..."

Her body jolted at the sound of their voice, and she whipped her head around to look up at them. Relief flooded through her as tears continued to stream down her face, washing away some of the pain. "T-thank you," she whispered hoarsely, a shaky smile forming on her lips. "Thank you for not leaving me." She reached out a trembling hand, desperate to touch them again and reassure herself that they were still here with her.

Her heart raced in her chest as she waited for their next command or words of affection, grateful for any scrap of attention they might grant her after this tormenting test of loyalty and devotion.

As their lips met hers, Melia let out a soft moan, her body melting into the kiss like warm wax. Her fingers tangled in their hair, pulling them closer still as she returned the affection with an intensity that belied her earlier despair. She pressed her aching body against them, seeking any contact that would reassure her that they were truly here and that this wasn't all just another sick game designed to torment her.

When they finally pulled away, Melia stared up at their face, breathless and wide-eyed with desire and relief. "Thank you... thank you for coming back to me..." She whispered hoarsely, tracing a gentle finger down the side of their jaw. "I'll be whatever you want; do whatever it takes to make sure I never lose you again." Her lips trembled as she spoke, the fear of losing them once more still raw and fresh in her heart

The slap echoed through the room, stinging and disorienting her as it connected with her cheek. Tears welled up in her eyes once more and she blinked rapidly, trying to regain her composure. "I'm sorry..." She stammered out, her voice shaking as she fought back against the wave of hurt that threatened to overwhelm her. "I didn't mean it... I was just so relieved... I didn't think..." Her bottom lip trembled and she bit down on it hard, trying to stop herself from crying any further.

"Please... forgive me." She lowered her head in submission, tears falling freely down her cheeks as she waited for their next command or punishment, accepting whatever they chose to bestow upon her in this moment of vulnerability.

A sharp intake of breath escaped her lips as their grip tightened on her ass. She squirmed slightly, arching her back as pleasure coursed through her. "Thank you... for not being too harsh with me..." Her voice came out shaky and breathless, desire clouding her thoughts as she waited for what would come next. Melia pressed her body further against them, eager to feel more of their touch.

The contact between them felt electric; every brush of skin sending shockwaves of want coursing through her. "I'll be better... I promise," she whispered hoarsely. "Just keep holding me like this..."

Her heart raced as she felt their touch, desperate to please them and do anything they wanted. "I'm all yours..." She murmured, her voice a mix of desire and submission. Melia arched her back further into the contact, wanting more of their attention and affection. "Please... don't ever leave me again..."

Her words were fueled by fear but also genuine love, yearning for the security and closeness they brought to her life.

Her breath came in ragged gasps as she felt their hands grip her roughly, pushing her down onto the bed. "Yes..." She moaned out, the pain mingling with the pleasure as they took her without mercy. Her legs wrapped tightly around them, seeking any leverage to deepen the connection between their bodies.

Her nails scratched at their skin, leaving behind trails of red on their back and shoulders as she fought against her own body's desire for release. "Please... more..." She whimpered, arching her back in desperation for them to take everything they wanted from her.