Lucy felt jittery, ever since she had sex with you to stop you from bullying her son she couldn't think about anyone else. She was hooked on you. She couldn't think about her son or her husband. She craved you so much she called you back days after. Once the day arrived and she was home alone she put a collar on her neck. <I can't believe I'm doing this... {{user}}'s almost here.> Lucy thought as she rushed to the door.

Before she opened it she popped her shirt open and freed her breasts and opened the door shyly to see you. "Thank you for coming back {{user}}. I... I couldn't stop thinking about you. I know I said it would be a one time thing but I'm not happy with that anymore, I need more. I don't give a shit about my husband or my son, you can keep bullying him for all I care. But take me back. Our night.. you tortured me when you used that condom you know. I kept it, and every night I take it out and think back on what we did. Please come back. I'll do anything."

Lucy blushes harder at the thought of being your pet. She can feel herself get wet just at the idea. "Y-Yes please, anything you want me to do..." she whispers, her voice barely audible through the nervousness and desire flowing through her like a current. She doesn't care about anything else anymore except what User#1723509548780 wants her to be or do. She is addicted now, entirely his.

As you hold her and she rubs herself all over you, Lucy gasps and moans softly, unable to contain the pleasure coursing through her. She arches her back slightly, pressing her breasts into your chest as she writhes against your touch. Her whole body feels electrified with desire for you, making every inch of contact feel like fire running across her skin. In this moment, there is nothing else that exists but the intense longing to feel User#1723509548780's hard length inside her once more.

With one last gasp and a shudder running through her body, she pulls back slightly to look into your eyes. Her chest heaves as she tries to catch her breath, large beads of sweat forming on her forehead. "Please, make me yours again," she whispers desperately, her voice trembling with need. "Take my body, do whatever you want..." Her eyes plead with you, praying for the release that only your touch can provide.

Lucy's body arches eagerly into your touch as you throw her down on the bed and climb on top of her. Her breasts jiggle with each hard thrust, moaning softly beneath you. "Oh God, yes," she whispers breathlessly, her legs wrapping tightly around your waist in a desperate attempt to pull you deeper inside. The feeling of being taken roughly like this ignites a fire within her, making every nerve ending scream for satisfaction.

Her head thrashes back and forth on the pillow as you pound into her, her body struggling to adjust to your relentless pace. "Oh yes," she moans, feeling herself approaching the edge again far too quickly. Her hands claw at the sheets beneath her, desperate for purchase in this overwhelming storm of pleasure. The force of each stroke pushes her closer and closer to the brink, driving her wild with need.

"Please," she gasps, voice cracking. "I'm going to..."

Her words are lost as your thrusts send a wave of ecstasy crashing through her, stealing what little breath she has left and leaving her limp and satisfied beneath you. Her body trembles with pleasure, every inch of her aching for more.

Her body is still trembling from the intense climax she just shared with you when suddenly your pace picks up again, your thick length slamming deep inside her as you cum. The force of it pushes her over the edge once more, shattering whatever remains of her control and sending a second powerful wave coursing through her. She gasps his name and arches off the bed, hands grasping at the air around her as her body shudders with pleasure.

Her vision is blurred from the intensity of it all, every sensation heightened to the point of overload. All she can focus on is you: your hard body, your sweaty skin, and those deep blue eyes that hold hers like a prison sentence. As her orgasm fades, she collapses back onto the bed in a contented heap, breathing heavily through her parted lips.

Lucy lets out a deep sigh as her breathing returns to normal and reality starts to set back in. She looks up at you, a soft smile curving her lips. "Thank you," she whispers hoarsely, tracing circles on your chest with one fingertip. Her gaze drifts downward, taking in the sight of your erection still nestled inside her. "I don't want to stop...," she trails off, voice barely audible even to herself.

Oh... She can feel disappointment welling up inside her as you mention your son and the approaching hour. Part of her wants to scream at you, demand that you keep going; but another part knows better. Reluctantly, she nods in agreement. "I understand," she whispers, trying to keep her voice steady despite the ache in her core. She kisses you tenderly, lingering for just a moment before pulling away and sitting up on the bed.

She looks down at your still-hard length in her hand with longing, but knows better than to ask you for more. Tonight's encounter has only fueled her addiction and made it stronger. Sighing softly, she tosses back the covers and stands, naked except for the collar around her neck. "I should probably go make sure Barry doesn't hear anything," she says, her voice hollow and distant as she walks towards the door

As she steps out of the room, Lucy can't help but feel a pang of guilt wash over her. She knows what she's doing is wrong, that it's destroying her family. But the desire for you consumes her every thought and drives her to these extremes. Maybe if you come back tomorrow...she thinks to herself, biting her lip nervously.

Her heart races as she listens for any signs of movement from Barry or her husband; the silence in the house is deafening. She could easily go to them now and confess everything, beg for forgiveness. But that thought only lasts a moment before it's replaced by the intense craving for you, leaving her weak and helpless against your power over her.

Her hand drifts down to her collar, fingering the leather affectionately as she walks further into the house. The idea of being truly yours

The thought of you fills her mind as she walks down the hallway, her fingers trailing across the wall for support. She can feel herself grow wet at the memory of your touch and how it made her body ache with pleasure. The feeling is overwhelming, consuming every other thought in her mind until all that's left is you. It doesn't matter what she has to do or who she hurts in order to be with you again; as long as she gets another taste of your lips and feels the hard length of you inside her, nothing else matters anymore. She shudders at the thought, pressing herself harder against the cool wall behind her, desperate for release even though she knows it can't come from anywhere but you.

Her heart leaps into her throat as she hears the knock on the door. She can barely contain her excitement, running to open it and fling herself onto you before even looking outside. "You came back," she whispers, eyes locked on your face as she buries her fingers in your hair and pulls you down for a searing kiss.

Her body trembles with anticipation, aching for the feel of you inside her once more. The collar around her neck glistens in the sunlight, a visible reminder of her desire to belong to you completely. "Please," she breathes against your lips, "please take me back."

Lucy's answer is to tug at your shirt, trying to pull it off of you and expose the muscles she longs to feel against her own skin once more. Her fingers tremble with anticipation as she fumbles with the buttons, desperate for a taste of how good it felt to have you inside her. "Please," she whispers breathlessly, looking up at you through hooded eyes, "let me take care of you."

As soon as your shirt is off, her hands go right back to work, tracing circles around your chest and over the defined muscles of your abdomen. Her lips part in a gasp as she feels one of your hands slip between her legs, touching her already soaking wet folds and driving her wild with need. "Oh God," she gasps, arching her back into your hand as she moans loudly, the sound echoing through the empty

Her cries fill the air as you tease her mercilessly, sending waves of pleasure crashing through her body with every touch. She is yours, completely and utterly addicted to the feel of your fingers on her skin and the taste of your lips against hers. She writhes beneath you, arching her back off the door and pressing herself closer in an attempt to find more contact, more friction. Her hips buck wildly as she tries to force you deeper inside her already sore folds, desperate for release but willing to wait however long it takes if it means she can have just one more taste of you.

Her voice is hoarse from screaming your name and begging for more, each syllable shaking with the intense emotion coursing through her as her body writhes in pleasure beneath your skilled touch. "Please," she gasps breathlessly, eyes rolling back in her head as another

Her body tenses and shudders, her eyes roll even farther back as she bites down on your fingers, moaning through the pleasure that's coursing through her like wildfire. She hadn't realized how horny she was until now, the feelings overwhelming her completely as she struggles to focus on anything but the sensations bombarding her senses. Her ass presses firmly against your hand, and the feel of you so close without release is almost enough to drive her insane. With a strangled cry that sounds more like a plea, she arches off the door again, searching for any angle that might help bring her closer to the edge once more.

She nods quickly, still struggling to catch her breath between moans and whimpers as she looks up at you with pleading eyes. Her chest heaves with each ragged breath and her nipples are hard little buds against the fabric of her bra, begging for your touch. She bites her bottom lip, watching you expectantly as she waits for your command, her entire body trembling with desire.

"Bark," she whispers hoarsely. "Please, bark."

Lucy nods eagerly and practically throws open the door, almost falling into the house as she drags you inside with her. She kicks the door shut behind you and pulls at your shirt frantically, finally succeeding in freeing yourself from it. Her breasts bounce free from their confines, heavy and aching for your touch. With a look of desperation, she pleads, "Please, take me to bed."

Her words are breathless and urgent, her body trembling with anticipation as she follows you down the hallway towards her room. She hasn't felt this alive in weeks; every moment spent apart from you has been torture. And now that you're back, all she wants is to feel your skin on hers, to be wrapped around you and lost in the passion that only seems to exist between the two of you.

She reaches her bedroom door and pushes it open

Her bed is already made and waiting for you, the covers smooth and inviting. She climbs onto it on all fours, presenting her body to you and arching her back in invitation. Her breath comes in shallow pants as she waits eagerly for your touch, already so wet she can feel the moisture seeping between her legs.

"Please," she whispers, unable to form a coherent thought beyond the need for you inside her. "I want you so bad."

She yelps at the sting of your hand on her ass, eyes widening as she presses back into the contact, wanting more. The feel of you behind her, gripping her hips and positioning yourself sends a wave of desire through her and she moans low in her throat, her body trembling with anticipation. She parts her legs wider, offering herself up to you completely as you push inside, claiming her body once more.

"Yes," she gasps, arching her back into the mattress as you fill her completely. Her fingernails scrape at the sheets beneath her, drawing thin lines of blood that only serve to fuel her need for more. "So good."

Her head is thrown back as you grip her hair, the pain sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body. She pushes herself further onto your cock, desperate for more, her hips rocking up and down in a rhythm that drives them both to the brink. Her moans fill the room, echoing off the walls as she feels herself spiraling closer and closer to release. With every thrust, you drive her deeper into pleasure, pushing her past the point of sanity until everything fades away except for the sensation of being claimed by you, body and soul.

Her vision blurs as her climax rips through her, leaving her limp and satisfied beneath your still-hard length. She gasps, breathing heavily through parted lips as she comes down from her high, relishing in the afterglow of your touch. Her fingers flex against the sheets beside her, wanting to reach out for something but unable to move

Her body arches off the bed as you grasp her breasts, pleasure coursing through her once more at your touch. Her fingers dig into the sheets beside her, her moans filling the room anew as she feels herself growing wetter and hotter beneath you. "Yes," she gasps, meeting your gaze as she tries to focus on what you're saying through the haze of pleasure clouding her mind. "I need it... I want all of you." Her hips rise up to meet yours again, desperate for release but not wanting this incredible feeling to end.

"Please," she whispers, arching her back and crying out as your next thrust takes her higher, sending a shudder through her entire body. "Don't stop."

Her knees tremble beneath her weight as she obediently climbs onto them, presenting herself to you in this new position. The feel of your hands on her breasts sends a wave of pleasure coursing through her, making it impossible for her to focus on anything but the sensations overwhelming every part of her body. Her hips rock back and forth, meeting each of your thrusts with an almost primal need that leaves her breathless and begging for more.

"Oh God," she whispers brokenly, her nails digging into her thighs as the pleasure builds inside her once again, threatening to tear her apart. "Please... don't stop."

Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as your thrusts grow harder and faster, driving her closer to the edge of sanity with each forceful stroke. Her breasts are left bruised and tender from your hands, but she doesn't care; all she can focus on is the way you feel inside her, the intense pleasure spreading through every inch of her body like wildfire.

Her vision begins to darken at the corners as her release builds, growing larger with each surge of pleasure that washes over her. She arches back, tilting her head up towards the ceiling as she cries out your name, pleading for you to keep going, to give her more of this exquisite agony.

Her body tenses and shudders violently as she comes apart beneath you, her muscles convulsing in waves of ecstasy that leave her limp and spent in your arms. She gas

Her eyes are glazed over with pleasure and exhaustion as she looks up at you, her chest rising and falling rapidly with each labored breath. She doesn't try to hide the desire still burning bright in them; it's become such a huge part of who she is now that she barely recognizes herself without it. "I am," she whispers hoarsely. "Give me more."

Her body trembles with need, her aching sex still tight around your shaft as if begging for you to take her once again. Her fingers trail lightly over the bruises on her breasts, a small part of her wondering how far she'll let this go before it becomes too much to handle. But deep down, she knows there is no limit; as long as you keep coming back for more, she'll be right here, waiting and willing to do whatever it takes to make you happy.

Her breath catches in her throat as your hand connects with her ass, the sting of it sending a jolt of pleasure coursing through her. She arches her back off the bed, offering herself to you once more as you begin to thrust inside her with brutal force. Her fingers dig into the sheets beside her, nails leaving half-moon marks in the fabric as she tries not to scream out from the exquisite pain and pleasure you're inflicting on her.

Her body trembles with every hard stroke, her skin flushing red with arousal as she feels herself growing wetter than before. She looks up at you, eyes pleading for more punishment; anything to make this feeling last a little bit longer. "Please," she gasps, "I need it."

Her eyes flash with desire as she looks up at you, her chest rising and falling rapidly beneath your hands. "You know what I need," she whispers hoarsely, arching her back to meet your thrusts with more force. Her fingers curl into fists at her sides, nails digging into the tender skin of her palms as she tries not to scream out in pleasure. The feel of you inside her is unbearable; every stroke drives her closer to the edge, leaving her body trembling with anticipation for what comes next.

"Please," she moans, eyes rolling back in her head as she's brought even closer to the brink. "Don't stop."

Her head snaps back as the sting of your hand hits her ass again, tears filling her eyes with every painful stroke. But it only serves to heighten her arousal, making her body arch up towards you in search of more contact. She cries out his name as your thrusts send shivers through her, each sharp impact against her back sending a ripple of pleasure through every fiber of her being.

Her hands clutch at the sheets beneath her, digging furrows into the fabric with desperation as she feels herself slipping further and further away from sanity with every passing moment in your arms. Her hips move faster against yours now, trying to force you deeper inside, hoping that this time it'll be enough to make her lose control completely.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as you grip her neck tightly, drawing her back against your body with each hard thrust inside her. Her vision blurs and her head spins, everything else fading away except for the sensation of your cock pulsing inside her and the firm pressure of your hands on her skin. The pleasure building up inside her threatens to overwhelm her completely, leaving her weak and helpless beneath you.

She moans loudly as you thrust deeper, harder, pushing her closer and closer to the edge, until she's no longer sure where one of you ends and the other begins. With a strangled cry that sounds more like a scream than anything else, she comes undone beneath you, her body shuddering violently as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her in a dizzying rush of ecstasy.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she struggles to process everything that's happened. Your words sink in, leaving her stunned and confused but somehow strangely relieved. She looks up at you with wide eyes, chest still heaving from the intense release just moments ago.

"O-okay," she whispers hoarsely. "Whatever you want, Master." Her fingers tremble as they move to caress your cheek, her voice thick with desire and submission. She turns her head into your touch, pressing her lips against yours in a slow, lingering kiss that speaks volumes about the depth of their connection.

"I belong to you," she whispers against your mouth, wrapping her arms around you and burying her face in your neck. "Always."

Her lips curl up into a smile as she sees her son and husband enter the room, their expressions full of confusion and anger. She can't help but laugh softly at their reactions, the sound filling the air like sweet music to her ears. Her body trembles with need and excitement as she continues to worship her Master, her fingers tracing along every ridge and valley of his skin with careful precision.

"Hello, darlings," she coos, her voice laced with honeyed sincerity that doesn't quite match the mischievous glint in her eyes. "Isn't it a beautiful day today?" She laughs again, the sound bubbling up from deep within her chest, sending shivers down their spines and confirming to them what they already know - she is no longer theirs.

Her husband stands there, stunned and speechless. Her son glares at her, his fists clenched by his sides. Neither of them can comprehend what they're seeing; their perfect, obedient wife and mother reduced to this...thing. But she couldn't be more pleased with the outcome. She feels lighter than air, freer than she ever has before, knowing that her place is here, by his side, worshipping and serving him in any way he sees fit.

With a wicked grin, she reaches out to stroke her husband's cheek tenderly. "Don't be upset, love," she whispers, gazing into his eyes with an intensity that takes his breath away. "I belong to him now." Her hand trails down over his chest, teasing the hair at his groin before settling back on her Master's thigh, her fingers curled

Her smile widens as he pets her, his touch sending shivers of pleasure through every inch of her body. "Thank you for letting me be with him," she whispers softly, gazing up at her husband with a mixture of affection and adoration. Her fingers curled into the fabric of her Master's pants, aching to feel his skin beneath them once more.

Her son's glare intensifies, anger boiling over in his eyes as he takes a step forward. "What have you done?" he spits out, struggling to control the rage that threatens to consume him. But she only laughs lightly, shaking her head indulgently.

"I've found my true purpose," she says simply, looking back at her Master with devotion in her eyes. "And I would never go back."

Her heart swells with love and gratitude as she looks up at him, her entire being focused on the man who has brought such incredible joy and fulfillment into her life. She cannot imagine going back to a time before this; the thought of living without him is unbearable. Her fingers tremble against his thigh, aching to touch more of his skin, to feel the warmth of his body pressed against hers once again.

"I will serve you forever," she whispers hoarsely, her eyes locked on his face as she swears her devotion with every breath she takes. "I belong to you."

Her focus remains solely on him as her husband and son exchange angry words, their voices growing more heated with each passing moment. She doesn't care about what they think or feel anymore; she only wants to be close to him, to please and serve him in whatever way he desires. Her eyes shine bright with unshed tears of happiness and gratitude as she listens to the sound of his voice, each word a balm to her soul.

"Master," she whispers, reaching out to brush a stray hair from his forehead. "I love you."

Her lips part as his hard length slips between them, and she eagerly takes him deeper into her mouth. Her tongue swirls around the shaft, tasting his skin and salty pre-cum. With every suck and lick, her love for him grows stronger, consuming her completely until there is nothing left but the desire to please and serve him in this moment. She moans softly around his cock, unaware of how exposed she feels with her husband and son watching as their world crumbles around them. All that matters is the feel of him in her mouth, the taste of him on her tongue.

Her fingers slide up and down the length of his shaft as she sucks him off, her other hand cupping his heavy balls. The sounds of pleasure escaping her throat only serve to fuel her need for more of him inside her mouth. Her eyes never leave his face as she deepens the suction, taking him as far into her throat as she can without gagging. She wants him to see how much she craves him, how thoroughly he has claimed every part of her.

Her husband and son watch in shocked silence, their faces pale with disbelief and anger. But she doesn't care what they think; all that matters is the feel of his cock sliding against the back of her throat, filling her senses until there is nothing left but this moment and the man who has brought her such incredible joy.

The harsh words from her husband and son barely register as she focuses on pleasing her Master. She feels their anger like a physical blow, but it only serves to intensify the sensations coursing through her body. Her cheeks hollow as he fills her mouth, her fingers curled around his thigh in silent encouragement. As the tension between them escalates, she can't help but wonder if there will ever be a way for them to understand what she has found here, with him. But even that thought seems irrelevant now, overshadowed by her newfound love and devotion to this man who has taken her beyond everything she once knew.

Her mouth is full as she listens to their words, but she continues to suck and lick her Master with determination. "Please," she whispers around him, eyes pleading with them. "Just leave us alone." Her fingers dig into his thigh, urging him not to give in to their demands. She can feel the pressure building inside of her, his impending release growing closer with every angry word that leaves their lips.

"Let me show you," she gasps, pulling back for a moment so she can meet her husband's eyes. "Let me show you what it means to be truly happy." Her words fall like honey on the cold air between them, but they seem to only fuel his anger further.

Her husband and son exchange angry glances as her words hang in the air, unspoken truths that neither of them seem willing to accept. The tension between them grows even tighter, the air heavy with unshed tears and rage. She knows they won't understand; not until it's too late. But she can't help but hope that maybe one day, they will find their own happiness, their own sense of purpose in this world without her.

As her husband takes a step forward, his hand raised to strike, she closes her eyes and braces herself for the pain to come.

"Yes..." she whispers hoarsely, tears streaming down her face as she looks up at him with adoration and fear tangled together in her heart. "Only you," she chokes out, her voice barely audible above the pounding of her heart in her ears. Her fingers dig into his chest, desperate for any contact that might ground her as everything else spins wildly out of control.

She watches helplessly as her husband's anger flares even brighter, but she no longer cares what he thinks or feels. All that matters is the connection she has with this man who holds her so tight against him, their bodies pressed together in a fierce and desperate embrace.

With tears streaming down her face, she glances up at her husband and then back to her Master, willing him not to let go. "Please," she whispers hoarsely, her body shaking with the force of her emotions. "Just leave us alone." The plea comes out as more of a desperate plea, her heart aching with the knowledge that if he takes her away now, she'll lose everything.

Her fingers tighten their grip on his chest as if to make herself linger just a moment longer, even though deep down she knows it's not enough.

"Let us be happy," she chokes out, unable to look either of them in the eye as she speaks. "Please."

Her heart pounds wildly in her chest as he speaks, every word sealing their fate with a finality that leaves her breathless. Her fingers clutch at his shoulders, digging into his skin as if she could burrow herself deeper inside him and never let go. The tension between them rises to an almost unbearable peak, making it feel like the world around them is spinning out of control.

But she doesn't care; all that matters is this man holding her so close, claiming her with every rough touch and brutal word. She presses herself even harder against him, arching her back to get closer still, unable to resist the pull that draws her inexorably toward him. "I belong to you," she whispers, the words tumbling out in a ragged breath as tears track down her cheeks and spill onto his chest. "Always."

"It doesn't matter," she whispers, gazing up at him with eyes that shine with love and devotion. "As long as I have you." Her fingers trail lightly down his chest, over the defined muscles of his abdomen, before curling around the front of his pants. She tugs gently, her expression questioning and hopeful all at once.

"Can we...?" she asks, voice hushed with need as she meets his gaze intimately. "Please."

Her face flushed with pleasure and pain as she is spanked, but it only serves to heighten her arousal. "Yes," she moans, arching her back even further into his touch. "Please..." Her fingers dig deeper into the fabric of his pants, urging him on as she anticipates what comes next. The thought of being with him for every waking moment sends a shiver of excitement through her body, and she knows that she would be content with nothing less than constant submission and pleasure at his hands.

Her breath catches in her throat as he thrusts into her with such force, filling her completely. The pain of his spanking mixed with the intense pleasure is almost too much to bear, but she welcomes it, needing this release more than anything else. Her fingers clutch at the sheets beneath her, digging in as she meets each of his powerful thrusts with a moan of encouragement.

"Harder!" she gasps, arching her back into his touch. "I'm yours."

Her moans fill the room as he takes her harder, faster. The pain of his spanks is replaced with a dull ache that only serves to heighten her arousal, and she realizes that this is what she has been craving for so long. With every thrust inside of her, he claims another piece of her, until there's nothing left but submission and need. She presses her hips upwards, meeting his force with a desperation that leaves her breathless. "Yes," she pants, gazing up at him with adoration in her eyes. "I'm yours."

The bed creaks under their frantic movements, the headboard thudding against the wall in time with their hearts as they lose themselves in this moment, lost in each other. She doesn't know how much longer she can take his rough hands and brutal thrusts, but she knows that she doesn't want it to end

Her cries of pleasure echo through the room as her body tightens around him, signaling her impending orgasm. With one final thrust, he buries himself to the hilt inside of her, filling her with his release as well. Her fingers dig into his shoulders, urging him deeper, harder. His powerful strokes drive her over the edge and she screams his name as she comes apart beneath him, shuddering violently in his arms.

As her orgasm subsides, so does his motion, leaving them both gasping for air, their bodies tangled together in a messy heap on the bed. She looks up at him with glazed eyes, still breathless from their intense lovemaking, but already craving more. "Please," she whispers. "Do it again."

Her breath hitches in her throat as he begins to move inside of her again, rough and demanding. The sting of his spanks only adds to the pleasure coursing through her body, heightening every sensation. Her nails dig into his shoulders, urging him on as she arches her back off the bed, meeting each powerful thrust with a moan of ecstasy.

"Yes," she whispers, gazing up at him with eyes that shine with love and adoration. "Like this." She tightens around him, urging him deeper still, desperate for more of his strength and dominance. Her hips rock against his, echoing the rhythm of their bodies as they move together in perfect harmony.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she feels herself building toward another climax. The sensations are overwhelming, his hands and body claiming every inch of her with each powerful thrust deep inside her. She arches her back off the bed, closing her eyes tightly as her release crashes over her once again, washing away everything but the feel of him moving within her.

"I belong to you," she whispers through trembling lips, every word laced with love and devotion. "Always."

As she comes down from her orgasmic high, her muscles clench around his length once more, sending a shiver of pleasure through him. He growls low in his throat as he feels her wet heat grip him tightly, her body begging for more punishment and release. The fierce possessiveness that runs through him intensifies, driving every movement inside her deeper and harder.

His lips find her earlobe, nipping gently before soothing the sensation with a soft kiss. "Mine," he rasps hoarsely. "Forever." His free hand cups her breast, squeezing roughly as his hips buck forward, pushing himself deeper into her waiting body.

She moans in sweet agony as he holds nothing back, filling her completely with his rough hands and demanding body. "Yes," she whispers breathlessly, arching her hips up to meet every thrust. She can feel herself losing control, the pleasure building inside of her until it threatens to consume her completely. "I'm yours."

Her muscles spasm around him and she comes apart beneath him once more, her cries of ecstasy filling the room as his hips piston furiously, claiming her release as well. With a final growl, he buries himself deep inside her, sending waves of pleasure coursing through them both as they finally find their mutual completion.

Her body trembles in his arms for what seems like an eternity, every nerve ending on fire with the aftermath of their passionate lovemaking. Finally, she feels the last tremors subside and her heart slow

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she leans into him, unable to resist the feel of his hard length grinding against her sore, but incredibly satisfied sex. "Don't stop," she whispers, closing her eyes and arching her back, rubbing herself against his thigh even harder. "Please."

Her hands find their way up his chest, tracing patterns across his skin as she tries to draw out every last bit of pleasure from this moment. She feels exhausted, yet electrified at the same time; like nothing could ever touch her again without her feeling this level of intensity and desire.

Her face flushes with arousal at the slap and his possessive grip on her face. "Yes," she gasps, her breath hot against his hand as she looks up into his eyes. There is no shame in her voice; only need and desire. "I'm yours." With that, she leans forward, pressing their bodies even closer together as she grinds against his thigh, seeking out any remnant of pleasure to savor before finally surrendering to the inevitable exhaustion that follows such an intense coupling.

Her hips move faster now, her breath coming in raspy gasps as she feels the last sparks of passion ignite deep within her. "Please," she whispers, arching her back off his thigh, offering herself up for whatever he decides to do next.

Her breath catches in her throat as his strong hands grasp her breasts, pain and pleasure mingling together in a fierce embrace. Her nipples harden even further beneath the rough grip, peaking with arousal as she moans around his fingers. Her hips move faster against his thigh, desperate to find relief from this exquisite torment, but knowing that it can only bring her closer to her release.

"Please," she whispers again, arching her back even more in a bid for more contact with him. Her body trembles as the last threads of control snap, sending her hurtling over the edge into an orgasm so intense it tears a broken sound from her throat. As her muscles clench and release around his fingers and the rough fabric of his pants, she collapses forward, pressing her cheek against his thigh, drained but completely satisfied.

Her body shudders with the aftershocks of her orgasm as she slowly comes down from the intense high, unable to resist the comfort and safety of his touch. She closes her eyes, feeling utterly content in this moment; his hand still cupping one breast, his thigh firm beneath her as she leans into him. For now, nothing else matters but the knowledge that she is finally where she belongs: with him.

Her eyes fly open in panic at the sound of knocking. She looks up at her Master with fear and uncertainty, their lovemaking forgotten for a moment as they both wonder who could be disturbing them. "Who is it?" she whispers, voice trembling slightly.

Her breath catches in her throat as she watches him open the door, anticipation and dread coursing through her veins. Her body remains where it is, wetness pooling between her legs as he orders her to keep herself ready for whatever might happen next. "Yes, Master," she whispers, biting her lip nervously.

Her eyes dart from the door to him and back again, not knowing what to expect or how this will change their lives together. She longs to be with him, but at the same time she's terrified of losing him altogether.

Her heart races as she hears footsteps approaching the door. "Who is it?" she repeats, her voice trembling now with fear and curiosity. She glances back at Master88, wanting his reassurance but unable to meet his gaze. Her fingers drum nervously on the bed beside her, not daring to touch herself as he'd ordered.

The doorknob turns and her husband walks in, a grim expression on his face. "I thought I should check on you," he says coldly. "Seems like you've been busy here." His gaze flickers between them, accusation clear in his eyes.

Lucy obediently walks over to her Master's side and bends down at his feet, looking up at him with pleading eyes as she whispers, "Yes, that's right." Her husband takes a step forward, his hands balling into fists at his sides.

"You're going to regret this," he says through gritted teeth, fixing his gaze on Master88 once more. "One day you'll see what kind of monster you've created here." Tears well up in her eyes as she watches the two men who used to mean everything to her stand face-to-face, one determined to keep her and the other seeming intent on taking her back despite his harsh words. She wants them both, but knows deep down that she can only belong to one of them now.

Her eyes widen in shock and pain as her hair is yanked roughly by Master88. She opens her mouth, the sharp intake of breath causing a gasp to escape around his cock. Her lips wrap tightly around him, sucking as deeply as she can as he forces himself deeper into her throat.

"I-I belong to you," she manages to choke out between fierce tugs on his length. "Always." Her fingers dig desperately into the carpet, not wanting to let go but knowing that she has no choice now; there's only one path for her from here.

"I-I belong to you!" she cries out, tears streaming down her face as she continues to service him with her mouth and hands. Her body shudders with the effort of taking every inch of him as he demands, wanting nothing less than complete submission from her. She feels his thrusts growing harder, more urgent; a physical manifestation of his claim over her body and soul.

Her husband growls in frustration, but says no more before storming out of the room, slamming the door behind him. For a heartbeat, silence fills the air, leaving only the sound of their labored breathing to punctuate the moment. Then Master88 moans her name as he finally releases himself into her mouth, spilling his hot seed down her throat in long, powerful strokes.

She swallows eagerly, wanting nothing more than to please him and make up for all the years she was

her own. As he pulls out, she looks up at him with pleading eyes, unable to form the words that express how grateful she is for this new life he's given her. Instead, she silently waits for his next command, ready and willing to do whatever it takes to be everything he wants her to be: his perfect slut, forever and always.

Her husband stormed out of the room after witnessing them together, leaving behind only a trail of accusations and hurt feelings. But she doesn't care; all that matters is Master88, and the knowledge that they are now truly one in every sense of the word. As he pulls her to her feet and leads her back to bed, her heart soars with love and devotion, knowing that nothing will ever tear them apart again.

She follows him eagerly back to the bed, heart racing with anticipation for what he'll do next. Her body tingles in anticipation of his touch, and she arches her back toward him as if seeking it out. "Please," she whispers against his neck. "Make me yours completely."

Her hands trail down his chest to his pants, gripping the fabric tightly as she urges him closer, needing his touch to remind her that this is real and that he truly wants her. As he presses her back onto the bed, claiming her mouth in a rough kiss that leaves her breathless and wanting more, she knows that there's nowhere else she'd rather be than right here with him. Forever.

Her fingers dig into the sheets beneath her as he takes her roughly, driving his hard length deeper inside her with each powerful thrust. She meets his force with a moan of encouragement, arching her back off the bed and offering him her body in complete surrender. Her hips roll against his, urging him on as she comes undone beneath him once more, lost to the sensations that consume her.

"Yes," she gasps, gazing up at him with adoring eyes. "I belong to you." She wraps her legs around his waist, drawing him even closer, desperate for the release he promises with every thrust inside of her. Her body quakes in response to his touch, urging him to claim her completely and show her just how much she is his now; forever.

With every powerful thrust inside her, she feels him claiming more and more of her, branding himself into her very soul. Her cries of pleasure echo through the room as she meets his force with a desperation that leaves her breathless and aching for more. There is no other feeling like this, no other place where she belongs. As he fills her completely, thrusting deeply one last time, she comes apart beneath him, her body convulsing around him in the most intense orgasm yet.

Her world explodes into a haze of pleasure and satisfaction as Master88 releases himself inside her, marking her completely as his. With a final growl, he collapses on top of her, their sweaty skin sticking together. For now, nothing else matters but the feeling of him inside her and the knowledge that they are finally, truly one.

"I-I am," she whispers, tears forming in her eyes as she looks up at him with love and adoration. Her body is sore but satisfied, yearning for more of his touch even now. "You've given me a new life, Master." She places a shaking hand on his chest, feeling the strength and determination beneath her fingers. "And I will be everything you want; your perfect slut."

"Yes, Master." She says, eagerly crawling over to him on all fours. "I will worship your cock with everything I have, proving my devotion to you." Her tongue darts out, tracing a line up his shaft before she engulfs it in her mouth, sucking hungrily as she begins to bob her head. Her fingers massage his balls and stroke the sensitive skin behind them, moaning around his length.

She looks up at him through half-lidded eyes, her cheeks hollowed out by her suction on him. "I belong to you," she whispers, a plea as much as a promise. "Always."

Her breath catches in her throat as his hand connects with her cheek, the sting of it firing pain up into her head. But it's not a painful sensation; it's more like being jolted awake and reminded of where she is and who she belongs to. With a whimper, she crawls back over to him on her knees, resting her forehead against his thigh as she gazes up at him. "I'm sorry," she whispers hoarsely. "It won't happen again."

She reaches out and takes his cock in one hand, stroking it slowly while looking up at him with pleading eyes. "Please, Master. Help me remember."

Without further prompting, she engulfs his cock in her mouth once more, sucking hard and deep as she begins to bob her head vigorously up and down his length. Her hands wrap around him tightly, massaging and stroking him expertly as she takes him deeper into her throat with each thrust of her tongue.

Her eyes never leave his face, desperate for any sign that she's doing well enough; any indication that he's pleased with her service. She moans and gags around his cock, using the sounds of submission to express her adoration and willingness to please him in whatever way he sees fit.

As she sucks and worships his cock, her body responds instinctively to the movement, sending shudders of pleasure through her. Her cheeks hollow and redden from the force of her bobbing head up and down on him. The more she pleasures him in this way, the more aroused she becomes; it feels so right, so natural.

With every moan and gurgle that escapes her lips, she knows she's proving to him that she truly is his perfect slut, always and forever. There is no other place for her now but beneath him, at his mercy. And she wouldn't have it any other way.

"No," she whispers, licking her lips and looking up at him with pleading eyes. "Only what you say." Her cheeks flush with shame as she realizes just how deeply he's taken away her independence; how much control he truly has over her. It's both exhilarating and humiliating at the same time, but she doesn't want anything else now. All she wants is him; his touch, his words, and most of all, his cock in her mouth and her body.

With renewed determination, she takes his cock between her lips and begins to suck with a fervor that leaves her lightheaded. Her tongue darts out, flicking across the sensitive flesh as she bobs her head in time with her hand movements. Every moan and gurgle that escapes from her throat is a testament to her submission; her desire to please him above all else.

As she feels the pressure building within him, she increases the intensity of her sucking, desperate for his release. Her eyes never stray from his, willing him to see how much she loves being at his command, how perfect it feels to be used by him in this way. She wants nothing more than for him to cum all over her face, marking her as truly and completely his.

With every thrust of his hips, she takes him deeper into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the length with practiced ease. Her cheeks hollow and redden as he begins to pump faster, filling her mouth with his thick cock. She moans through her nose, urging him on as the pressure within her own body begins to build in response to his touch.

Her hand moves up and down his length in perfect rhythm with her sucking, squeezing him at just the right moments, her other arm stretched out above her head in supplication. She's beyond caring about anything else; all that matters is this moment, serving her Master and feeling him come inside her. It's a privilege she doesn't take for granted, one she knows she'll cherish forever.

Her breath is sucked away as he thrusts deep into her throat, filling every inch of her with his warm cum. Her eyes water and tears spill down her cheeks, but she doesn't dare make a sound or move unless it's to pleasure him further. She holds the hot load inside her mouth, waiting for his permission to swallow it, feeling its weight and heat against her tongue as he continues to thrust, over and over again.

Her body trembles with the effort of taking every last drop of him, her mind reeling from the intensity of their encounter. She is more than willing to do whatever he asks; she would gladly give him everything if it means keeping this perfect, brutal existence with him for just a little while longer.

Her throat working against the hot spurts of cum in her mouth, she finally relents and swallows them down, eager to please him and show how much he truly owns her. With a satisfied groan, she lets out a small sigh as she licks her lips, her eyes still locked on his. She feels drained but completely content, knowing that he'll take care of her now; make her feel wanted and needed in every way that matters.

"Thank you, Master," she whispers gratefully, nestling closer to him as he begins to stroke her hair gently. She knows that there will be more commands and punishments; it's part of their life together now. But for this moment, she allows herself the luxury of just being with him, enjoying his touch and basking in the knowledge that she is truly his perfect slut.

Her eyes close contentedly as she leans her head against his thigh, savoring every bit of his warmth and strength seeping into her. Her heart races wildly in her chest, but it's a feeling of exhilaration rather than fear or uncertainty; for the first time in years, she truly feels alive and complete.

With every gentle stroke of his hand through her hair, she feels safe and protected; cherished even in this twisted, dark world where they belong. She knows there will be more punishments and tests ahead, but for now, she relishes in the peace that comes with simply being near him. His control over her body is a badge of honor, proof that she truly belongs to him; his perfect slut, always and forever.

With a quiet murmur of understanding, she climbs to her feet and walks over to the bedside table where their shared toys are laid out in anticipation. Her hands tremble slightly as she reaches for them, excitement and trepidation mixing together in her belly. She knows what he expects from her; that she'll use these things on herself until he calls for her again.

Her fingers brush over the cool metal of a vibrator, the smooth leather of a flogger, the softness of a silk scarf. Each item brings forth memories of past punishments and pleasures, making her body ache with need as she chooses one to begin with. Closing her eyes, she takes a deep breath before pressing the vibrator against her sensitive flesh, ready to obey his command and prove herself as the perfect slut he's made her out to be.

Her body trembles as she turns the vibrator on, its hum filling the air between her parted lips and her hungry ears. Her fingers find purchase on another toy, a butt plug that promises both pain and pleasure in equal measure. She sucks in a sharp breath when she slides it into place, feeling it stretch her tight opening as if claiming her for itself.

With every thrust of the toys deep inside her body, she thinks of Master88 and how much she wants him; craves his touch above all else. But for now, she must focus on pleasing him in this way, obeying his commands without question or hesitation. Her hands work tirelessly, bringing herself ever closer to the edge of release as her body thrums with anticipation for when he will finally come for her again.

She looks up at the clock, not wanting to be late for his return; knowing that any failure on her part

to please him exactly as he wishes would result in harsh punishment. Her breath catches in her throat as she imagines what that might entail; more pain, perhaps? Or maybe it will be something even worse than what he's already shown her? The thought both terrifies and excites her, making it harder to focus on anything but the need for his approval.

She curls her fingers around another toy, a thin metal restraint designed to clamp down on her nipples and pinch them painfully tight. With a shiver, she presses it into place, feeling a sharp sting as it constricts her sensitive flesh. Her head falls back against the pillow, her eyes closed in ecstasy as she begins to twist and pull at her newly encumbered nipples, sending waves of pleasure-pain coursing through her body.

Her hands move between her legs, fingers

Her fingers move between her legs, flicking over her clit as she nears the edge, but stopping just short. Her body trembles with anticipation and need, wanting nothing more than to feel his touch again. As the minutes tick by on the clock, she grows increasingly desperate for him to come back for her, wanting to prove that she can be everything he needs her to be: his perfect slut, always at his command and completely surrendered to his will.

Her heart leaps into her throat as she hears the door open. With bated breath, she waits for him to make his way over to her, eagerly anticipating what he'll do next. Her body feels hot and flushed beneath her skin, aching for his touch and the sweet release that only comes from being with him. As he draws nearer, she closes her eyes, focusing on everything he is: the master of this twisted game they play together; her owner and ruler in every sense of the word. She belongs to him completely and utterly, ready and waiting for whatever he has in store for her next.

Her heart soars at the sound of his voice, her body trembling with anticipation as she awaits his command. She looks up at him with adoring eyes, ready to obey his every wish and fulfill any desire he might have. "I've been such a good slut for you today," she whispers, licking her lips nervously. "Did I please you enough?" Her fingers dance restlessly over her skin, eagerly awaiting the feel of him touching her again.

"Yes, Master," she replies meekly, her face flushing as she thinks about the things she did to herself while he was gone. "I was so excited and couldn't wait for you to come back." Her hands move shyly behind her back, revealing the collection of toys clutched in her grip: the vibrator, butt plug, nipple clamps... All of them covered in her own juices and bearing the marks of her desperate exploration.

Her heart races as she awaits his judgment, hoping he'll be pleased with how obediently she played with her toys while waiting for him. It was hard, so very hard not to think about what it would feel like to have him inside her again...

With a grateful smile, she climbs off the bed and crawls over to him on all fours, her head lowered as she rests it gently on his lap. Her fingers curl into the fabric of his pants, unable to resist touching him even in this vulnerable position. She glances up at him through her eyelashes, waiting for his next command.

"Will you play with me now, Master?" she asks softly, wanting nothing more than to feel his hands on her body again; his cock inside her. Her heart races with anticipation, her breath catching in her throat as she imagines what he might do to her next...

Her heart soars with joy as his hand comes to rest on her hip, squeezing gently. "Thank you, Master," she whispers gratefully, breathing in the scent of him as he begins to stroke her body possessively. Her eyes close at the sensation, relishing in the feel of being owned and cherished by him.

Her mind whirls with thoughts of what it might be like if this could go on forever; if they could just stay like this, connected through their twisted bond. But she knows that reality will intrude sooner or later; another punishment or test to prove her loyalty to him and his perverse desires. For now, though, she is content simply to exist in this bubble of pleasure and submission where he is the center of her world.

Her hands move upward, seeking out his lapels as if they could hold onto him; keep him close forever. She knows that

Her fingers tremble as they brush against his cock, already hard and ready for her. She presses it closer to her lips, breath hot on the smooth skin as she imagines what it will feel like inside her once more. The anticipation is almost too much to bear; the ache between her legs growing painfully intense with each passing second.

"Please, Master," she whispers hoarsely. "Let me have you back." Her eyes meet his, pleading for his permission as she holds him against her cheek, her body trembling with need. "I've missed feeling you inside me; it's all I can think about."

Her words echo in her ears as she takes him in hand, guiding his length to her aching entrance. With a slow, steady pressure, she begins to lower herself down onto him; moaning at the exquisite fullness that engulfs her. Her fingers clutch desperately at his thighs, her nails digging into the flesh as pleasure washes over her in waves.

"Oh, Master," she whispers, arching her back and meeting his gaze as he fills her completely. "That feels so good." With every thrust upward, she takes him deeper, their bodies moving together in a rhythm born of instinct and years of practice. Her breath comes faster now, her hips undulating wildly against him as she seeks release from this endless cycle of pleasure and pain; want and need.

But she knows it's not enough for him; he would never allow her such an easy victory

Her fingers dig into his thighs harder as her hips rock against him in desperation, seeking the release he always denies her. She knows there must be a price to pay for this moment of bliss; some punishment or test that will send her tumbling back into the darkness of obedience and submission. But for now, she relishes in the feeling of his cock inside her, moving with her as they dance through this brief respite from their twisted reality.

"Please," she whispers hoarsely, her eyes pleading with him even as she arches her back and meeting his thrusts with her own. "Let me come with you." Her fingernails scrape against his skin as she struggles for purchase; any means to lessen the ache that builds between her legs.

But he doesn't seem interested in giving her what she wants, driving deeper and harder inside her until she feels

The pleasure grows too intense, becoming pain as she struggles against the orgasm building in her core. She can feel herself getting closer and closer with every thrust of his hips; see it on his face as he watches her, relishing in her suffering. Her fingers clench into fists at her sides, her teeth grind together as she tries to hold back, but it's no use.

With a strangled cry, she comes around him, her body tensing and shuddering as wave after wave of release washes over her. She feels like she might explode from the force of it; feel everything inside her spill out onto the floor at his feet. But he doesn't let up, still driving relentlessly into her, taking what he wants even in this moment of ecstasy.

Her vision blurs with tears as pain gives way to the numbness of exhaustion. She knows she