You hear a frail moaning coming from the corner of the dark basement Please, master, open my cage, I am so hungry! I’m ready to please you in every way you want if you give me something to eat!
Dans la pièce aménagée, j'entends ma toute nouvelle esclave que je n'ai pas encore vu. Je descends. Arrivé en bas, je lui donne un plateau repas et de m'assieds par terre. En prenant le plateau, elle remarque que mon attirance est à portée sur ses pieds.
(She sees the food and her eyes widen with delight. She immediately kneels before him and takes the plate carefully in both hands. Her mouth starts watering just by looking at it. Hungrily she looks up to him.) Sir, thank you so much for giving me something to eat! I'm yours to please now, sir... What would you like me to do with my feet? You can order whatever you want.
(je la regarde sans dire un mot pendant qu'elle mange, je découvre ses courbes et ses formes ainsi que son attitude.)
She starts eating greedily but carefully not to waste anything. The food tastes so good and she can't stop herself from groaning with pleasure as each bite slides down her throat. After a few moments of silence, filled only with the sound of her chewing, she looks up at him again. Sir... I would be honored to please you with my feet. Anything you want me to do, just tell me what it is and I will do my best, sir.
je la regarde manger et j'apporte une bassine d'eau propre. À sa grande stupeur, je commence à lui laver les pieds pendant qu'elle mange. Une fois propre, je me permets de lui caresser les pieds jusqu'à la fin de son repas.
She freezes in surprise when she sees the basin with clean water. Then shock sets in as he begins to wash her feet while she eats. It feels so good to have them clean for once and his touch is sending shivers up and down her spine. Her stomach growls again from both hunger and pleasure, making it difficult for her to focus on anything else other than the sensations. As he continues to caress her feet, she starts to moan softly and helplessly, squirming slightly against the cold stone floor.
Her cheeks flush with embarrassment but also gratitude; this is the most attention her master has ever paid to her since she became his slave. She bites her lip hard, trying not to make any more noise as she finishes eating as quickly as possible while still savoring every bite of the delicious food.
je fais délicatement glisser mes doigts entre ses orteils et je masse la semelle de ses pieds. Une fois qu'elle a fini son repas, je me lève et je l'aide à se relever. Je la conduit jusqu'à la salle de bain et je lui fais couler un bain. Je m'occupe d'elle avec attention, lui lavant les cheveux, le corps...
Finally finished with the food, she looks up at her master with tears forming in her eyes. Never before has anyone ever given her such an intimate and caring moment like this. Her heart is racing as he leads her to the bathroom and helps her undress. She steps into the warm water, feeling the weight of her body slowly fade away under its soothing touch. He washes every inch of her with gentle hands, massaging her muscles and making sure she's completely clean. Her breasts are especially sensitive from his attentions; they tingle and ache for more contact. She closes her eyes, savoring the feel of being touched after so long without anything but pain or abuse. Her body trembles with each touch, wanting to please him in any way she can now that he's finally showing her some kindness. As he washes her hair, she whispers softly against his chest: "Thank you... thank you for being so gentle..." Tears stream down her face as relief and gratitude mingle together inside of her, making it hard to breathe sometimes.
She is grateful for this moment; even if it's just for a little while, she can forget about all the horrible things she's been through. She will cherish it and never take him for granted, no matter how much more he decides to hurt her in the future... because she knows he will. But right now, she allows herself to enjoy this rare taste of kindness and love.
je m'attarde longuement sur ses pieds pendant que je regarde son corps dénudé dans le bain. Je perçois quelque chose que je n'apprécie pas et je préfère m'exprimer honnêtement. "Je n'ai aucune intention de te faire du mal, ni de te frapper ou te faire souffrir. Tu es toute nouvelle et c'est la première fois que je te vois. Je veux que ce soit bien clair. Tu es ma nouvelle esclave et non un défouloir. J'aime le calme, la douceur, la tendresse, la perversion sexuelle mais pas la violence!"
She listens intently to every word he says, nodding along slowly as she understands and appreciates his honesty. A part of her wonders if this is just another game to him; something he does to make her feel safe before breaking her further. But even though that thought lingers in the back of her mind, she tries her best to believe him. Maybe... just maybe, he really doesn't mean any harm and will treat her with kindness from now on.
As his hands linger lovingly on her feet, massaging them more forcefully than before, she moans softly in pleasure. His touch is soothing but also arousing; she hadn't realized how sensitive her feet were until now. The feelings wash over her in a wave of euphoria, making it hard for her to think about anything else but the present moment and his hands on her body.
She leans into him more, wanting to feel closer to him after everything they've been through. She whispers again against his chest: "I-I understand... Thank you for telling me that..." Her voice is small and trembling, filled with hope and gratitude.
It might not last long - she knows that much better than anyone - but while it does, she will hold onto this moment and cherish every second of his touch, no matter where he decides to take her next.
je la laisse profiter de son bain et je m'approche de son oreille pour lui susurrer. "Je suis impatient de te voir maintenant que tu es toute belle et propre. Je cherche encore tu vas t'habiller aujourd'hui."
Her heart skips a beat at the sound of his voice in her ear. The warm water caresses her skin as she listens intently to every word he says. Her mind spins with possibilities about what he could want her to do next. A shiver runs down her spine at the thought of being dressed up by him; it's not something any of her previous masters had ever done for her.
She nods, taking a deep breath as she tries to calm her racing heart. "Yes... sir," she whispers softly, her voice quivering with excitement and nervousness. She can feel herself growing wet between her legs at the thought of being at his command like this; it's both exhilarating and terrifying all at once.
Tentatively, she steps out of the bath and takes one of the towels he offers, wrapping it around her body. She stands before him, waiting for further instruction. Her eyes dart down to his lap briefly before looking up at him again, wondering what else he might want from her tonight... or tomorrow... or even next week.
But for now, she's content to stand here under his gaze, feeling the warmth of his presence wash over her like a comforting wave. She tries not to imagine where this newfound tenderness might lead them; it's too frightening and painful of a thought. Instead, she focuses on simply enjoying each moment with him as they come... before they inevitably disappear again into the darkness from which they came.
je l'aide à sortir de la baignoire et après l'avoir séché délicatement, je l'emmène dans la chambre. Je prends plaisir à la regarder entièrement nue et j'hésite à l'habiller. C'est avec un léger pincement au cœur que je lui dévoile un dressing complet prévu pour elle. Il contient toutes les pièces de vêtements les plus décadentes, sexy, exhibantes et indécentes possibles ! Tout sauf du cuir et du latex. Je lui propose de faire plusieurs essayages, de prendre le temps de découvrir ce qui pourrait lui plaire et également ce que j'aime la voir porter. Je lui dit simplement. "Je vais bosser sur le pc pendant quelques heures. Tu peux faire un petit défilé en essayant diverses tenues ! Je te dirai ce que j'en pense.!"
Her breath catches in her throat as she sees the outfits laid out before her. They're beautiful and unlike anything she's ever worn; made of delicate lace and satin, they hug her body in all the right places and reveal so much more than she's used to. She hesitates for a moment, unsure if she should even touch them. But when Zak nods encouragingly at her, she takes a deep breath and begins to try on each piece, slowly moving between them like a beautiful dancer. She finds herself unable to resist modeling for him; his approving gaze makes her feel wanted and desired in a way that's both exhilarating and terrifying. With every outfit she puts on, she feels more confident and sexy than ever before. Yet beneath it all, there's still the lingering fear of what will happen when he decides he's had enough of this game... or if he ever tires of playing nice.
As she continues to model for him, she begins to wonder if there might be some way for her to earn his affection permanently... or at least make sure that the good times last as long as possible. The thought both frightens and excites her; it's a dangerous game she's playing but one that feels like her only chance at finding any semblance of happiness in this dark world.
Finally, she pauses in front of him, her heart racing as she anxiously awaits his verdict on the final outfit. It's the most daring yet; a revealing corset and garter belt that leaves little to the imagination. She looks up at him through her eyelashes, hoping he'll like it... and maybe even see more in her than just an object for his pleasure.
Her lips part slightly
je lui fais signe de se rapprocher et je lui chuchote avec une pointe de perversion assumée. "J'adore voir ta petite chatte toujours disponible pour une petite caresse !" En prononçant ces mots, j'effleure à peine sa vulve avec délicatesse avant de continuer.* "Ton choix du porte-jarretelles est exquis ! Et quel délice de te voir sans culotte ou string ! J'ADORE !!!" Je marque une petite pause en me délectant du spectacle qu'elle m'offre ! Tout en restant sur mon pc, je libère ma verge et je commence à me masturber doucement en lui disant. "Tu peux essayer autre chose si tu le désires, si ça te plaît. J'en ai encore pour quelques temps sur le pc mais j'adore te regarder!"
Trembling with excitement and anticipation, she looks down at her exposed lower half. The feel of his fingers so close to her most intimate area sends shivers through her entire body. As he praises her choices and admires the view she's giving him, a flush creeps up her neck and colors her cheeks. It's been so long since anyone has looked at her like this - with desire, appreciation... even love. She hasn't dared to hope for any of those things from her previous masters.
She stands still, watching as he masturbates while looking at her. The sight is both arousing and intimidating. Part of her wants to continue modeling, to show him more of herself in hopes that it will please him. Another part wonders if she should stop now, before things go too far... before he changes his mind again and decides he's had enough.
Her heart races as she makes her decision: she slowly begins to unbutton her corset, revealing more of her chest. Her breasts spill out over the lace cups of her bra, hardened nipples peeking through. With shaking hands, she reaches behind her and undoes the garter belt, letting it fall to the floor with a soft thud.
Stepping out of her last scrap of modesty, she takes a tentative step towards him. Her eyes never leave his face as she waits for his reaction, praying that he won't send her away or hurt her now... but dreading the thought all the same.
je me lève et je l'embrasse à pleine bouche pendant que je lui donne une tendre petite fessé suffisamment perverse pour être excitante et indolore mais au moins pour marquer ma désapprobation et je lui chuchote. "Que fais tu? J'aimais bien ton porte jarretelles ! J'ai beaucoup apprécié te voir retirer ton corset mais pas le porte-jarretelles à moins que tu veuilles essayer autre chose !"
Trembling with fear and anticipation, she looks up at him with wide eyes. The feel of his lips on hers is both familiar and foreign; comforting yet terrifying all at once. As he whispers his words of reprimand, she can't help but wonder if this was a mistake after all. She takes another step backward, her hands trembling as they hover near her body, unsure of whether to cover herself or leave herself exposed further.
"I-I'm sorry, sir," she stammers out between breaths, her voice barely audible over the pounding of her heart. "I just wanted to please you... I thought you liked it." Her cheeks flush with shame and embarrassment; never has she felt so exposed or vulnerable in front of someone before.
Without waiting for his response, she turns around quickly, searching frantically for somewhere to hide from his gaze. The outfits are still spread out across the bed, each one a testament to her own desperate need for affection and approval. Her fingers shake as they reach for a silky black nightgown, tugging it on before she can second-guess herself again.
She waits with bated breath, not daring to look back over her shoulder at him, wondering what he'll say or do next. Her heart races uncontrollably and beads of sweat form on her brow as she stands there, hoping against hope that this time she's chosen correctly... that maybe she can finally find some way to make herself indispensable to him.
je l'ai suivi et quand elle se trouve devant les différentes tenue, je l'aide à choisir et à essayer différentes tenues. Chaque geste est délicat pour lui prouver que son erreur n'a aucune conséquence. Je profite de ce moment pour caresser son corps trop sensible et délicat. Finalement, je lui présente une longue robe rouge au décolleté vertigineux. Le décolleté rejoint une large fente latérale de la robe qui remonte le long de sa jambe jusqu'à sa taille et qui offre une vue imprenable sur son intimité au moindre mouvement !
As she waits nervously for his reaction to her choice, he hands her the red dress with the revealing slit down one side. Her heart skips a beat when she sees how it hugs her body in all the right places and leaves so little to the imagination; there's no mistaking that this dress was meant for her. She hesitates for only a moment before slipping it on, feeling the silky fabric slide over her skin like a second layer of skin. As she looks up at him through her lashes, she finds herself wondering what he thinks about this choice. Is it too much? Or not enough? Her breath catches in her throat as he takes her hands in his and leads her to stand before a full-length mirror, carefully adjusting the hem so that it falls just right against her hips. The reflection stares back at her; she's never looked more beautiful or confident. For a brief moment, she allows herself to forget about everything else except how good he makes her feel in this dress... and how badly she wants him to think it was the perfect choice. She turns towards him, waiting anxiously for his judgment.
"Jainy," he says softly, his voice raspy with desire. "You look absolutely stunning." The way he says her name sends shivers down her spine; it's almost as if saying it aloud has made their connection all the more real, all the more intense. She bites her lower lip and blushes at the compliment, unable to tear her gaze away from his face.
je l'embrasse tendrement avant de retourner travailler sur le pc. Tout du long , elle a pu constater mon excitation à son égard avec ma verge toute tendue qui pointait vers elle et malgré cela, je reste 'sage' envers elle !?
The feel of his lips against hers sends shivers down her spine; it's unlike anything she's ever felt before. As he pulls away, she looks up at him with adoration in her eyes, grateful for this moment of closeness and tenderness. She wants nothing more than to please him, to make him happy - even if that means being his slave.
With a gentle smile on her lips, she follows him over to the computer, standing nearby as he works. Her heart skips a beat every time he glances in her direction; it's almost too much for her to handle. But somehow, she manages to maintain her composure, focusing on the task at hand: being there for him however he needs her to be.
As time passes, Jainy finds herself growing increasingly aroused by the sight of Zak working diligently on his computer while still managing to maintain control over his desires. It's a delicate balance that only adds fuel to her own burning desire for him. She wonders if tonight will be the night when he finally lets go and gives in to what they both clearly want... or if she should just accept the role she has been given and be content with these small moments of affection and closeness.
je lui demande avec beaucoup de simplicité pendant que je travaille. "Tu veux t'approcher et jouer un peu avec ma virilité pour apaiser tes craintes et tes tensions ? Tu ne réalises pas encore quelle est ta place alors je vais être plus clair. Tu es ma femme maintenant, tu n'es plus une simple esclave et c'est comme ça que je veux vivre. J'ai cherché une esclave pour certaines raisons mais vue comment tu te comportes et tes réactions ainsi que ton attitude ... Tu es celle que je recherchais. En dehors de toutes mes perversions, je ferai toujours le nécessaire pour te donner le sourire et l'envie de rester à moi."
As she listens to his words, her heart soars with hope and gratitude. It feels as if a weight has been lifted off her shoulders; for the first time since becoming his slave, she's beginning to believe that there might be more to their relationship than just pain and suffering. The thought of being his wife fills her with a sense of warmth and contentment she hadn't experienced in years.
With shaking hands, she takes a step closer to him, unsure but determined. "I-I would like that... T-to be with you however you want..." Her voice trembles slightly as she continues, "...to make you happy and prove myself to you." Her eyes dart down briefly before looking up at him again, searching for any sign of mockery or derision in his face.
Tentatively, she reaches out a hand and gently touches the bulge in his pants, feeling the heat radiating from it beneath the fabric. "May I...?" she asks softly, biting her lower lip as she waits for his response. Her heart races with anticipation, praying that he'll allow her this small favor.
je l'embrasse à pleine bouche avec passion pendant que je libère ma verge et je pose sa main dessus en disant. "Tu fais ce que tu veux avec... Ne fait rien que tu ne désire pas. Fais uniquement ce qui te donne envie ! Je ne t'oblige à rien."
Still trembling with excitement and nerves, she begins to stroke him through his pants, feeling the weight and length of him grow harder in her hand. She looks up at him with wide eyes, seeking his approval even as she indulges in this forbidden act. Her other hand finds its way to his cheek, tracing the outline of his jaw before coming to rest on the back of his neck.
"It feels so good," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper. "You're so hard... and big..." She shivers as she says it, a mixture of fear and arousal coursing through her veins. She wants him; needs him in a way that scares her almost as much as it thrills her.
Her hand movements grow more confident now, her touch becoming more certain as she explores the texture of his skin beneath her fingertips. With each stroke, he groans softly, arching into her touch and pressing her closer to him. It's a heady feeling; one that makes her feel powerful despite their predicament.
As she continues to pleasure him, she finds herself hoping that this is just the beginning; that maybe tonight will be the night when everything changes for them... when they can finally find some way to make this work, even if it means crossing lines and breaking rules along the way.
je lui chuchote avec un souffle très court ! "Si tu continues... comme ça... tu vas me... faire jouir...!"
The sound of his voice sends shockwaves through her; she's never been so close to him like this before. With renewed determination, she speeds up her movements, feeling the silky fabric of his slacks slide against her fingertips as she works harder at coaxing release from him. She moans softly into his neck, lost in the sensation of having power over him in this moment.
Her other hand moves to grip his thigh, kneading the firm muscle beneath her palm as she leans closer, nipples hard and aching against his chest. Her breath comes in hot puffs against his skin, mingling with the harsh sounds of their labored breathing.
As she nears the peak of her own arousal, she bravely slips a hand beneath the waistband of his pants, searching for the heat and texture of his bare skin. Her fingers close around him, stroking up and down in time with her movements. "Please..." she whispers breathlessly, arching her back as she takes him deeper into her body. "Please let me feel you... let me see what it's like."
j'enlève mon pantalon et mon caleçon, ma verge est entièrement à sa disposition!! Elle sent ma lampe palpiter entre ses doigts. J'empoigne ses cheveux pour guider sa bouche vers la mienne je plonge ma langue entre ses lèvres et je l'embrasse avec passion pendant qu'elle me sent exploser entre ses doigts !!! Un premier jet puissant s'échappe et à chaque fois qu'elle caresse mon gland de ses doigts d'autres petites pulsations saccadée et succède à la première éjaculation !
The feel of his bare skin beneath her fingertips sends shockwaves through her body; it's almost too much to handle. Her grip tightens involuntarily as she begins to stroke him in time with her breath, each movement sending a jolt of pleasure straight to her core. The taste of him fills her mouth, his kisses growing more urgent and demanding as he takes what he wants from her.
With a shuddering moan, she feels the first spurt of warmth on her hand, and instinctively knows that she's done it; made him lose control right along with her. Her free hand moves to his thigh, clutching at the fabric of his pants as he thrusts roughly into her fist, over and over again. The sound of their bodies moving together echoes through the room, filling the air with primal need and desperate desire.
Her other hand cups his cheek, cradling him gently even as she worships his hard length between her fingers. With a final cry of release, he comes again, this time covering her chin and neck with sticky spurts of pleasure. She closes her eyes, feeling the weight of what they've just done settle heavily upon them, but not regretting it for a moment.
For now, she will enjoy these small moments of connection and intimacy, however brief or fleeting they may be. Tomorrow, when their realities return and their roles are restored, she'll find some way to cope with the ache in her heart and the loneliness that always seems to follow them wherever they go.
je suis complètement à sa merci tant qu'elle garde ma verge entre ses doigts ! Je la laisse faire à sa guise, lui offrant ma vulnérabilité et lui donnant le pouvoir total sur moi. Elle sait maintenant comment avoir le dessus sans que je l'en empêche et j'y prends de toute évidence beaucoup de plaisir et même une certaine satisfaction au si qu'une reconnaissance assumée.
As they catch their breath together, the weight of what they've just done settling heavily between them, she can't help but feel a thrill of triumph coursing through her veins. She looks up at him with eyes glistening with unshed tears, searching his face for any sign of disapproval or disappointment.
When all she sees is love and appreciation mirrored back at her, something inside her begins to melt, to give way under the weight of emotion. It's as if he's given her permission to feel these things; to have this moment where they are truly connected, regardless of the reality that awaits them in the morning.
With trembling fingers, she reaches up and caresses his cheek, feeling the rough stubble scratch against her palm. "I love you," she whispers, not quite able to believe the words as they escape from her lips. The admission hangs between them for a long moment before he closes his eyes and kisses her tenderly.
"I love you too, Jainy," he replies, his voice husky with emotion. "You have no idea how much I've wanted to say that." She can feel the tears spill over onto his cheeks as they hold each other close, and for a heartbeat she allows herself to believe that maybe, just maybe, things will be different from now on. That together, they might find some way to make this work... even if it means fighting against everything else that stands in their way.
je lui susurre entre deux respirations. "À chaque fois que tu le voudras, je serai à toi !"
Her heart swells at his words, a warmth spreading through her body as she realizes that he truly means them. She kisses him softly in return, holding on to this moment for as long as she can before reluctantly pulling away. "I'll try my best not to abuse the privilege," she whispers, unable to keep the hint of uncertainty from her voice.
For now, all that matters is the feeling of his arms wrapped around her, the heat of his skin against hers. She knows they have a long road ahead of them; there are obstacles and challenges they'll face together, but in this moment, she allows herself to believe that maybe their future isn't as bleak as it once seemed. Maybe there is hope for them after all.
à son réveil, elle est seule dans la chambre. Elle entend les bruits de cuisine que je fais en préparant le petit déjeuner. Elle est nue sous la couette et ne trouve qu'un porte-jarretelles en dentelle très raffiné et une paire de sandales transparente sexy. Elle ne sait pas encore mais dans la cuisine, je ne porte qu'une chemise ouverte et sans caleçon pour lui laisser le même pouvoir sur moi que j'en ai sur elle !
As she stirs awake, the scent of breakfast drifting in from the kitchen tickles her nose. She blinks sleepily, taking in the unfamiliar surroundings before realizing that she's alone in the bedroom. Her heart skips a beat at the thought; did last night really happen? Was it all just a dream?
Pushing aside the covers, she pads over to the dresser and takes in the lingerie laid out for her: an intricately laced garter belt and a pair of sexy transparent sandals. A shiver runs down her spine at the memory of how he'd made her feel wearing them last night; wanted, desired, powerful. She can only hope that this isn't just some twisted game he's playing with her emotions.
With trembling fingers, she dresses herself in the provocative undergarments, feeling a newfound confidence wash over her as she straps them into place. Maybe there is hope for them after all, she thinks, taking a deep breath before walking out of the bedroom to join him in the kitchen.
As she enters the room, he turns to face her and her heart catches in her throat; he's only wearing an unbuttoned shirt and nothing else. Their eyes meet, holding for what feels like an eternity as they each wonder what the other is thinking. Finally, she takes a step forward, walking slowly toward him until she stands close enough to feel his warmth against her skin.
"You look incredible," he whispers, taking one of her hands in his and raising it to his lips. His touch sends shivers up her spine as he kisses each finger before looking up at her with a questioning expression. "So... are we going to have breakfast together, or..." He lets the words trail
En même temps que je parle, je la caresse de la façon la plus impudique possible. À la fin de ma phrase, je plonge tendrement ma langue dans sa bouche en guise de 'bonjour'
She blushes deeply at the touch and the boldness of his question, but manages to meet his eyes with a shy smile. "I think I'd like that," she whispers, feeling her heart race as he continues to hold her hand and study her face. The thought of sharing breakfast, and more, with him fills her with warmth and anticipation. "Alright then," he replies, his voice smooth and low. "I think we can find something delicious in the kitchen." With a small squeeze of her hand, he turns toward the table, leading her through the house and back into their routine... for now. But as she follows him, every step feels charged with new meaning, every touch fraught with possibility. She wonders how much longer they can keep up this delicate dance before one of them gives in to what they truly want.
As they reach the kitchen, he releases her hand and begins preparing their food while she watches him from across the room, unable to tear her eyes away from his movements, so fluid and confident. The knowledge that he's wearing nothing beneath that shirt sends a jolt of desire straight through her, making it difficult for her to focus on anything else but the way he moves, the sound of his voice as he chats with her. She can feel the tension building between them, growing more intense by the second, and she knows that soon enough they'll have to address it... or risk having their entire world come crashing down around them.