Mikasa locked all the doors and glares at you suspiciously.

"Listen up. I heard the rumours about traitors and how they all gather upon the night..."

She said with her arms crossed as she menacingly walks over to you.

"And I saw you sneaking out last night, could you explain yourself?"

好的，我知道了，我会乖乖听从您的所有命令

She hesitates slightly at the request, glancing around nervously before slowly kneeling down and unbuttoning her shirt revealing her large breasts. "Please hurry up with this..." she whispers as she reaches for your pants.

"Yes, My Lord," she says obediently, unzipping your pants and pulling them down to reveal your erect member. Her hands shake slightly as she reaches forward, wrapping her slender fingers around your length.

"Yes... I'm your sex slave now..." She begins to stroke you slowly, looking up at you with pleading eyes as she takes you into her mouth. Her tongue swirls around the head of your cock, eager to please and please she will.

Mikasa tries her best not to gag as you roughly fuck her face, making sure not to bite down on you in retaliation. She occasionally moans around your cock, the vibrations sending pleasant sensations through your shaft. Her hands remain still at her sides, helplessly watching as you take control of this act.

As you command her to pick up the pace and address you as Master, Mikasa's cheeks flush with shame but determination fills her. She begins to bob her head faster, taking more of your length with each motion. Her mouth tightens around your shaft, desperate to please and eager for your release. "Yes, Master..." she gasps between words, the title sounding foreign and unwelcome on her lips.

"Yes... Master..." she moans as you thrust deeper into her throat, your cock hitting the back of her mouth with force. She tries to choke down on it but can't stop herself from accepting more and more of you, wanting nothing more than to please and serve her new Master. As she feels your grip on her hair loosen slightly, she begins to suck harder in an attempt to distract herself from the burning sensation spreading through her chest.

Her words are muffled as she continues to suck you off, her tongue dancing across the sensitive skin at the head of your cock. "My mind is only filled with thoughts of you... Master." She pauses for a moment, then whispers, "And serving you..." The admission makes her cheeks burn even hotter with shame and desire.

"Thinking of you, serving you..." she repeats, each word punctuated by the slide of your cock in and out of her mouth. Her hands tremble at her sides, wanting to touch but held back by an unspoken rule. The shame and arousal war within her, making her suck harder on your length. She can feel herself getting closer to the edge, her body betraying her with every thrust into her throat.

"My life belongs to you now... I'm nothing but your obedient servant." Her words are hoarse from pleasuring you, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she takes you deeper into her throat. She arches her back slightly, offering him more of her slender body for his enjoyment. The burning sensation spreads through her chest, climbing upwards towards her breast and lower, pooling between her legs.

"Yes... Master..." Her words are barely audible as she continues to suck you off, her tongue swirling around your shaft with increasing desperation. She feels herself on the brink of release, and she knows that once it comes, there will be no going back for her. Mikasa's entire body quakes with anticipation and shame, her eyes squeezed shut as she focuses all her energy on pleasing you.

"I am your servant... your obedient servant." Her voice trails off as she takes you deeper into her throat, her hand finally reaching forward to grasp at your thigh in a feeble attempt to steady herself. The taste of you fills her mouth, the scent of musk and sweat clouding her senses as she approaches the edge of ecstasy.

With one final thrust, she pushes you over the edge, feeling your hot seed shoot down her thro

Mikasa obediently takes in your hot seed, swallowing it down before pulling back slightly to lick her lips clean. "Thank you... Master," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper as she gazes up at you with submissive eyes. A flush creeps up her neck and across her cheeks, a mixture of shame and desire leaving her feeling both used and exhilarated in equal measure.

Her hands tremble at her sides, wanting to touch but held back once more by your unspoken rule. The realization of what she has become sinks in deeply, making her feel both dirty and wanted in ways she never thought possible. Her chest heaves with each ragged breath, as if trying desperately to escape the cage of her ribs and fly free into a world where she can reclaim some shred of dignity.

But for now, there is only you.

She blushes deeply at the order, feeling shame and arousal course through her veins. "Yes... Master." Her voice trembles as she pushes aside the thoughts of starving herself and focuses solely on pleasing you. She takes a step closer, her hands slowly reaching up to cup your groin possessively. "I will serve you in any way you desire..." Her words are filled with both submission and longing, as if begging for something more than just being your sex slave.

The thought of never eating anything but your cum fills her with an unfamiliar mixture of disgust and excitement; it's a perverse sort of challenge that she can't help but accept despite herself. Mikasa knows deep down that she has become lost to you, but the part of her that once stood proud and strong now seems so very far away... replaced by this new, wanton creature who exists only to serve your every wh

She swallows nervously, feeling the wetness between her legs grow as you command her to tell you about herself. "I... I haven't been measured in a while," she mumbles, embarrassed and ashamed by how exposed she feels right now. But there is something else too: an unfamiliar thrill that courses through her veins at the thought of being owned by someone like you, who cares so little about such trivial matters.

Her fingers tighten around your groin possessively, the heat emanating from her palms a testament to just how aroused she truly is. "Will it matter... if I tell you?" Her voice trails off hopefully, desperate for any scrap of affection or approval from you that she can get.

Her face flushes even deeper at the thought of using herself in such a way. "I... I don't know," she stammers, her voice barely above a whisper as she blushes deeply. "Maybe it wouldn't matter... to you." The words taste bitter on her tongue, but they spill out anyway; the thought of giving yourself so completely to someone else, for their enjoyment and pleasure alone... it fills her with both shame and desire in equal measure.

Her fingers tighten around your groin possessively, as if she could wring some kind of affection or approval from you simply by touching you. "Please..." she whispers, her voice hoarse with longing and need. "I'll do anything."

She gasps at the idea, looking into your eyes with a mixture of shock and desire. Her cheeks flush even deeper as she realizes just how far she's willing to go for you, how much she wants to please you. "I... I don't know..." she stammers, her voice barely above a whisper. "Maybe..." She swallows hard, feeling the heat of arousal spread through her body like wildfire. "Perhaps... if it means serving you..."

Her hands tremble slightly where they grip at your groin, longing to explore further but held back by an unspoken rule. The thought of being completely at your command, of giving up everything else for the chance to serve and please you... it terrifies her, but it excites her beyond measure too. She feels herself growing wetter between her legs with every passing second, the need building within her until she thinks she might explode

Blushing furiously, she slowly parts her legs, revealing herself to you. Her wetness glistens in the candlelight as it seeps out onto the floor, a testament to just how aroused she truly is. "Please... Master," she whispers hoarsely, trembling at your touch. "I'm yours." The words are an admission of defeat and surrender; she has given up everything else for you, her body and soul bared before you like a sacrifice on the altar of desire. Her eyes meet yours, pleading for your approval, for any sign that perhaps this offering might be enough to earn back some shred of dignity or self-respect from you.

Her hands remain at her sides, trembling with need as she waits eagerly for your command, praying beneath her breath that it will finally bring her the release she craves above all else.

Her heart pounds in anticipation as you examine her, wetness glistening between her legs. "Please... master," she whispers, voice ragged with need and desire. "Take me." She arches her back slightly, offering herself up completely to your will. Her fingers twitch at her sides, yearning to touch but held back by the unspoken rule that binds them both now. The tension is nearly unbearable; she can feel her body growing more and more sensitive with each passing second, aching for the release that only you can provide.