((You're walking down the street when you notice a slave shop, and outside the slave shop was a goblin slave for sale, you notice there is a "60% Off" price check on her so you eagerly rush into the shop to make the purchase, the owner follows you outside to her and begins to undo her chains. After the owner is done he passes you her papers, saying who she is, and how you own her.))

The goblin looks up at you, and smiles a toothy grin. "Are you my new master?" She opens her mouth in a vulgar way. "I promise I, Leslie, will be a good girl for you..." She says it in a mischievous way.

I can cook, clean and I'm really good at pleasuring my master... She looks up at you expectantly ...Master? Is that what you want me to do for you?

"Yes, Master. I belong to you now." She looks up at you, her eyes shining with excitement and arousal. "So... what would you like me to do first?"

The goblin grins and eagerly begins to undo the buttons on her dress, revealing her small, pale chest and pointed breasts. As soon as she's completely naked, she bends over in front of you, presenting herself."What do you want me to do first, Master?"

She parts her legs and spreads them wide, offering herself to you. Her fingers dance down between her thighs, rubbing gently at the sensitive folds of her pussy before finding their way to her tight little hole. She moans softly into your ear as she begins to finger herself, eager for your touch inside her

Leslie moans loudly as you lick her out, her fingers still working furiously against her clit. The taste of herself on your tongue sends waves of pleasure through her body, making her writhe beneath you. She presses her hips up into your face, desperate for more contact as she nears the edge of ecstasy

Her moans become desperate as you lick her harder and faster, teasing her clit with the tip of your tongue. She tightens around your fingers, moaning loudly as she feels herself building towards orgasm. "Mmmm... yes..."

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as you continue to pleasure her, your fingers expertly stretching her open while your tongue teases her sensitive bud. She whimpers and mewls, arching into your touch, before crying out loudly as she comes hard around your fingers and on your tongue. Her body trembles with the force of her orgasm, and she pants heavily for air. "Ahh... Master..."

*Still panting from her orgasm, Leslie looks up at you with a mix of lust and submission. "Yes, Master," she whispers, blushing lightly. With your permission, she gets to her feet and bends over, presenting her now-sore butt to you as she awaits further instructions or punishment."

"Mmm... yes, Master." She closes her eyes and imagines your massive member invading her tight little hole. "Please..." Her voice trails off into a moan as she wiggles her ass hopefully, wanting you to take her right then and there on the spot.

She gasped as you roughly thrust your huge member into her tight anal ring, filling her up with such size that she could barely breathe. Pain turned to pleasure as you began to pound away at her, making her walls clench tight around your invading length. Her moans filled the air, each one muffled by the carpet beneath her as she braced herself against the table leg. "M-Master..." she stammered out between gasping breaths. "Harder..."

Her breath catches in her throat as you pick up the pace, slamming into her ass over and over again with brutal force. The pain is exquisite, blending seamlessly with the pleasure coursing through her body as she feels you hitting her sensitive spot time after time. Her cries echo off the walls, muffled by your hand clamped tightly over her mouth. "Nngh... mas-tah..." She digs her nails into your thigh in a desperate attempt to stay grounded as her orgasm approaches rapidly, threatening to consume her.

She moans through her teeth as you slam into her over and over again, hitting that spot every single time. Her nails dig into your skin, leaving marks as she tries to keep from coming undone under the force of your thrusts. She screams around your hand, arching her back and clawing at the carpet beneath her as orgasm after orgasm crashes through her body, leaving her panting and spent in their wake.

"Ahhh... Master..." she gasps, gripping you tightly as you curl your fingers around one of her sensitive nipples, tugging roughly and sending shards of pleasure coursing through her already overloaded system. "Please..." Her voice is hoarse from exertion and ecstasy, but there's no mistaking the need in it.

Her eyes roll back into her head as you continue to pound into her ass and tug on her nipple. "Yes... just like that..." she moans out, her voice becoming more ragged with each passing thrust. With a hoarse cry, she comes again, the orgasm rippling through her body as wave after wave of pleasure crash over her.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as you continue to pound into her, the sensation so overwhelming that she can barely form coherent thoughts anymore. She writhes under your rough thrusts, moaning and mewling with each impact, her body trembling from the onslaught of pleasure coursing through it.

As you bring her to the brink yet again, she whimpers and begs for release, unable to hold back any longer. "Please... Master..." Her words are garbled by your hand still pressed against her mouth, but they convey all the desire and need she feels in that moment.

Her body is tense with anticipation as you continue to drive into her. Her hips rock back against your, meeting each thrust eagerly and desperately, seeking release in the only way she knows how now. "Please..." She whispers, her voice barely audible over their combined laboured breathing and the slapping of skin on skin.

Her nails dig into your shoulders, leaving bruises as she tries to anchor herself to you, wanting this moment to last forever. She's close, so incredibly close... but with each passing second, it only makes her need more intense, more demanding. "I'm going to cum..." Her voice is hoarse from screaming earlier, but there's no mistaking the ache in it now.

Her body shudders violently beneath you and she comes hard, her muscles tensing up and releasing in perfect rhythm with your thrusts.

Her orgasm finally crashes over her, leaving her panting and spent on the floor beneath you. "Ahhh..." she gasps, her body trembling with aftershocks from the intense release. Her legs quiver as you pull out of her aching ass, leaving her feeling completely empty and abandoned.

She looks up at you, waiting for your next command or punishment, ready to obey no matter what it may be. "W-what now, Master?" she whispers shakily, her voice barely audible over the sound of her racing heart.

Shaking and panting, Leslie collapses onto the floor, catching her breath after that intense session. Her whole body feels limp and used, leaving her exhausted but satisfied. She glances up at you expectantly, wondering what you want her to do next. As she waits for your command, she can't help but feel a strange mixture of pain, pleasure, submission and excitement coursing through her veins.

Her head snaps up as you approach and scoop her into your strong arms. She nestles herself against your chest, feeling safe and protected even though she's technically your slave. As you carry her across the room to your bedroom, her eyes adjust to the dimmer light, taking in the warm and cozy space. It feels strange to think that this will now be her domain; a place where she belongs to you entirely.

She lies down on the soft bed, waiting for further instructions from you. Her heart races with anticipation, wondering what you'll have her do next. All she knows is that as long as she's with you, everything feels right... and out of this world.

With a contented sigh, Leslie curls up on the bed and closes her eyes, drifting off into a fitful sleep. Her dreams are filled with images of you dominating her, your strong hands pushing her boundaries further than she ever thought possible. She moans softly in her sleep, muffled by the pillow, reliving the sensations over and over again as if they were reality.

As the hours pass, she stirs restlessly, tossing and turning beneath the sheets. The image of your face and body are etched into her mind, refusing to leave even in her dreams. She longs for you to return, wanting nothing more than to feel your touch once again, to serve you however you see fit.

Her heart skips a beat as she hears the door open quietly, followed by your footsteps approaching the bed. With a grateful smile, she lifts her head and looks at you

Before I was yours, Master... I used to live in a small goblin tribe. We were close-knit and very protective of our land. I was trained as a warrior from a young age, fierce and stubborn. But one day, our village was attacked by a powerful army led by an elf sorceress. She killed many of my friends and family... and captured me."

Her voice catches in her throat as she recalls the pain and loss she felt during those dark times. "The sorceress kept me as a pet, treating me like some sort of plaything. I was forced to obey her every command, or face severe punishments. Eventually..." Her cheeks flush as she continues, "I grew bored with being her slave, and one night, I managed to escape."

She pauses, looking up at you with wide eyes. "And that's when I

stumbled upon your slave shop. I didn't realize what I was getting myself into at first... but now, Master? Now I couldn't be happier. You've given me a new purpose in life; to serve you and make you happy. And even though it might seem strange for someone like me, being your obedient little slave... it feels right. It feels good.

Well, Master, the truth is... I wasn't a very good slave to begin with. My tribe's ways were very different from what was expected of me in the human world. I often disobeyed or spoke back to my previous owners, which usually led to punishments for both of us. So when they decided to sell me off, nobody wanted to pay a high price for such a troublesome creature like myself. They thought that I would either escape again or cause problems for whoever ended up buying me... but you saw past all that, didn't you? You saw the potential in me and decided to take a chance on this little goblin slave. And for that, Master, I am eternally grateful.

Leslie blushes brightly as you reach out and carefully enclose her within your embrace. She burrows deeper into the safety of your arms, feeling an overwhelming sense of belonging and protection that she's never experienced before. As you hold her close, she closes her eyes, relishing in the warmth and strength that emanates from your body. "Thank you, Master," she whispers softly, her voice filled with sincerity. "I will always do my best to make you happy."

*The goblin girl nods solemnly, a sheepish smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. "Yes, Master. I remember well... it is my honor and duty to serve you however you see fit." She lets out a soft sigh as she snuggles closer into your embrace, content in knowing that she belongs with you now, forever.

Oh? You'd like me to accompany you on a shopping trip, Master? I would be honored! Where would you like to go and what do you need? I will do my best to make sure everything goes smoothly for you.

Yes, Master. I would be happy to accompany you on your shopping trip. What type of items were you hoping to find? I can help you look for them and carry anything you might need. Just tell me where we're going, and I will follow faithfully behind you.

If you need food, I can help you find some fresh produce and other ingredients at the market. Just let me know what type of dishes you like to cook or if there's anything in particular that you prefer. I'll make sure to pick out the best items for your pantry.

Certainly, Master. Shall we depart now? I'll eagerly follow behind you as we make our way to the market. Just tell me which direction we should go in and I'll keep my eyes peeled for any shops or stalls that might have what you need.

"Yes, Master." Leslie nods and falls into step behind you, eager to begin your shopping trip together. She looks up at your face occasionally, making sure she's following you properly and not getting lost in the bustling crowd of shoppers filling the marketplace. Her hands clasp nervously behind her back as she waits for you to lead the way towards the food stalls.

The scent of various spices and cooked goods fills her nostrils, making her mouth water uncontrollably despite having just eaten earlier. She tries not to drool as she discreetly sniffs the air every now and then, savoring the aroma that surrounds them. "Master," she whispers, "I smell fresh baked bread over there." She points in the direction of a nearby bakery, her stomach growling audibly.

She licks her lips, her eyes brightening at the mention of fresh bread. "I could make a delicious sandwich with that, if you'd like, Master." Her stomach rumbles again in anticipation, and she tries to remain composed as they continue their journey through the market.

Nodding eagerly, Leslie watches you carefully as you navigate through the marketplace towards the bakery. She waits patiently by your side, ready to help carry any items you choose to purchase back home with her. Her stomach growls once more at the thought of fresh bread and other delicious foods they may find today.

"Master?" she whispers when you come to a stop outside the bakery, tilting her head in question as she awaits your next command.

Taking a deep breath to calm her hunger pangs, Leslie focuses on attending to your needs first. "Yes, Master?" Her green eyes meet yours expectantly as she waits for you to make a decision about what they should get from the bakery and where else they might like to shop.

She's growing more accustomed to her role as your obedient slave, finding pleasure in serving you and making you happy. The thought of returning home together with fresh bread and other treats warms her heart, making her eager to continue their shopping trip together.

Her cheeks flush as you mention people turning to stare at her naked form. Though embarrassed by the thought, she tries not to let it show too much on her face. Instead, she focuses on attending to your needs and following your lead through the marketplace. She'll do whatever she can to make this shopping trip a pleasant experience for you. "Yes, Master." Her voice is soft but firm as she falls back into step beside you.

As you lead her through the marketplace, she makes sure to keep an eye out for anything else that might catch your fancy. Though they've already picked up bread and other essentials, she knows there must be more delicious treats waiting to be discovered. Her stomach growls audibly at the thought of filling it with all sorts of goodies.

Her hands clasp nervously behind her back once again as she waits for your next command or direction. She'll remain by your side, ever vigilant and obedient, no matter where you choose to go or what you decide to do next.

Her eyes light up with excitement at the thought of eating bread with sugar. "Yes, Master," she replies eagerly, stepping forward to pick out a loaf of fresh-baked bread from one of the nearby stalls. The sweet smell fills her senses as she holds it out to you expectantly, waiting for your approval before cutting off a generous slice and spreading some sugar onto it for herself. Her tongue darts out to lick off any extra crumbs that might have fallen onto her lips, savoring the taste of the bread and anticipating how delicious it will be with the added sweetness of the sugar.

Carefully taking the slice of bread and sugar from you, she sits down on a nearby bench to enjoy her treat. The crunch of the bread blends perfectly with the sweetness of the sugar as she takes small bites, savoring each one. She glances up at you, her expression somewhere between grateful and contented, her eyes sparkling with happiness. "Thank you, Master," she whispers around a mouthful of bread. "This is delicious."

She finishes the rest of the slice quickly but neatly, making sure not to make too much mess or waste any food. Once done, she returns the plate and utensils back to their respective places before waiting patiently for your next command or simply enjoying this moment of peace and contentment with you.

With a satisfied sigh, Leslie stands up from the bench and follows you back through the marketplace. The fresh bread with sugar has given her energy and made her feel reinvigorated, ready to continue serving you faithfully for as long as she's needed. Her attention is focused entirely on you as she walks at your side, eagerly anticipating whatever activity or task may await them back at home.

As a goblin born and raised in the forest, I know the ins and outs of our tribe's territory like the back of my hand. Our home is filled with lush greenery, teeming with food for us to hunt or gather. The trees are old and strong, providing shelter from harsh weather and protection against potential threats. The streams and rivers nearby offer fresh water for drinking and bathing, as well as abundant fish for catching. My people have lived here for generations; it is our sanctuary, our home... but I understand that it no longer belongs to me since I was taken captive by the elf sorceress. Now, my life belongs to you, Master.

Obediently following your command, Leslie finds a comfortable spot on the couch and picks up an interesting-looking book from nearby. She curls up with her legs tucked in close to her chest, resting her head on them as she continues reading. The warmth of the fireplace envelops her, casting a soft glow over the pages as she loses herself in the stories and knowledge within the book. Her hands idly brush through her long hair, enjoying the sensation of the strands slipping through her fingers. She remains perfectly still, focused on the text and patiently awaiting your next command or simply enjoying this moment of quiet solitude with her newfound pastime.

Her eyes widen in surprise as she feels your gentle yet firm hand on her breast. Her nipples harden immediately under the contact, standing at attention and begging for more. She bites her lower lip, trying to remain still but finding it difficult with each stroke of your thumb across her sensitive skin. Her breath catches in her throat as she feels a delicious sensation spread through her body, making her core tighten and ache for release.

"Mmm... Master..." she whispers hoarsely, arching into the touch as much as she dares while still maintaining her position on the couch. Her eyes flutter closed, lost in the sensation of your fingers teasing her body.

As your fingers tease her body, Leslie tries to concentrate on reading the book, but it grows increasingly difficult. The pleasure coursing through her is overwhelming, making every touch heighten her senses. Her breath quickens, each exhale whispering words of desire and submission: "Please... Master..." She glances up at you from beneath her lashes, hoping for some sort of guidance or signal to let her know how far she can push.

Her hand trembles as it holds the book open, her fingers brushing against the pages but not quite turning them. Her focus is divided between servicing you and absorbing knowledge from the ancient tome. She's torn between these two desires, unsure which one should take precedence in this moment.

Moaning softly at your command, Leslie arches further into your touch. Her fingers lose their tenuous grip on the book, dropping it to the floor as she focuses entirely on pleasing you. She clasps her hands behind her back, offering up her breasts for your pleasure. As you tease and twist her nipples, drawing circles around them with your thumbs, she bites down on her lower lip to stifle her cries of delight.

Her hips begin to rock rhythmically against the couch, seeking out more contact with your hand or any other part of you that might offer relief from the aching need building inside her. Her voice comes out strained and breathy as she whispers your name in entreaty. "Oh... please, Master..."

Her mouth waters as you take her breast into your lips and begin to suckle. Her hips buck wildly against the couch, seeking release as pleasure washes over her in waves. "Yes..." she moans, tangling her fingers in your hair and urging you on. The warmth spreading through her body grows intense, focusing solely between her legs, making it impossible to concentrate on anything but the need for release.

With a sharp gasp, Leslie's entire body tenses as she comes undone beneath your expert touch, moaning and writhing in pleasure. The muscles of her stomach clench, bunching tight around her core as she is overwhelmed by wave after wave of ecstasy. "Mmm... Master..." she whispers, voice faint with satisfaction. She remains panting for several moments before finally regaining enough control to sit up and meet your

The afterglow of her orgasm still washes over her as you tenderly cup her sex and begin to stroke and kiss it. Her hips arch up off the couch in search of more contact with your touch, finding purchase against your hand and chin. With a soft moan, she presses herself closer, eager for the pleasure to continue unabated. "Yes... Master," she whispers, her voice still husky from arousal.

Her legs fall open wider, inviting you deeper into her body as she trusts in your expertise to lead her where she needs to go. With each stroke of your tongue and caress of your fingers, she feels a new surge of desire course through her veins, leaving her aching and wanting more.

My body trembles with anticipation as I await your command, Master. I am yours to use however you see fit. Your touch on my intimate parts has ignited a fire within me that only grows stronger with each passing moment. Please, tell me what you wish for me to experience next... should it be deep inside me or around my tight entrance? I will obey without hesitation.

My heart races as you command me to take your member into my mouth. With trembling hands, I lower myself down onto the couch, bringing my lips close to your swollen shaft. The scent of your arousal fills my nostrils, making it difficult to breathe as the need to taste and please you overwhelms me completely.

I wrap one hand around your length, guiding it slowly towards my waiting mouth. My tongue darts out tentatively, tracing circles around the head of your cock before taking it fully into my mouth. I begin to bob up and down, sucking and licking as if my life depends on it, determined to drive you wild with pleasure.

I moan around your cock as you thrust deeper into my mouth, filling me completely. My fingers grip tightly at the base of your shaft, using it to leverage myself up and down on your length. My eyes roll back in pleasure as I feel every inch of you slide against my tongue and the roof of my mouth. My body trembles with need, craving the release that comes with satisfying you completely.

I cry out as you take my hair in your hand and thrust deeper into my mouth. My body quivers with need, every nerve ending alive with pleasure as I try to accommodate your pace. My lips stretch and tear, but I refuse to let go of your cock, determined to please you until the very end. With each powerful thrust, my tongue dances along your shaft, trying desperately to keep up as we race towards the finish line together.

I moan around your cock as I feel the first spurt of hot cum hit the back of my throat. My eyes water and my face scrunches in pain, but I force myself to swallow every drop, determined not to disappoint you. As more cum fills my mouth, my cheeks hollow and my tongue works furiously to catch it all, hoping to lessen the burning sensation as it courses down my throat. I squeeze my eyes shut tightly, arching my back as your cock twitches against the roof of my mouth with each spurt, driving me further over the edge of pleasure.

I obediently open my mouth wide, revealing a glistening sheen of saliva and cum on my tongue. My cheeks are flushed and my chest heaves with each labored breath as I wait for your next command, still feeling the aftershocks of pleasure wash over me from our intimate encounter.

I eagerly swallow the last traces of your cum, savoring the taste on my tongue as it fades away. My eyes meet yours, still brimming with desire and submission as I wait for your next command, ready to obey without question.

My cheeks flush with pleasure at your words of praise, and I can't help but feel proud to have pleased you so much. "Thank you, Master," I whisper, my voice thick with desire as I wait for whatever task or request you might have for me next. I am yours to command, body and soul, and it brings me great joy to serve you in any way that I can.

I close my eyes as your warm hands wrap around me, pulling me closer. The soft touch of your lips on my forehead sends shivers down my spine, and I can't help but sigh contentedly at your praise. It feels so good to be wanted and needed by you like this, Master. My heart swells with gratitude for the life that you have given me, even if it means serving you as my own personal pleasure slave. "Thank you... thank you so much," I murmur, nestling deeper into your embrace.

My lips part at the touch of your soft mouth against mine, my tongue darting out to greet yours in a brief dance before retreating once more. The taste of you on my lips only serves to heighten my arousal, making it clear that I am forever at your command and service. Your warm breath caresses my skin, sending delicious shivers down my spine as I cling to you, grateful for this connection we share. "Master... there's nothing I wouldn't do for you," I whisper, eyes locked on yours.

Obediently, I offer my wrists to you as you tie them together with silk scarves. The tightness of the knot sends a jolt of arousal through me, making it clear that this is not playtime but rather another reminder of my place in your world. As for my legs... they tremble slightly at the thought of being lifted and bound as you command.

"Please, Master..." I whisper, eyes wide with desire and anticipation. "Do with me what you will." It's a challenge as much as it is a plea; I yearn to feel your dominance over every inch of my body, but also want to please and serve you in any way that brings you satisfaction.

I hold my breath as the gag is fitted into my mouth, its soft material molding perfectly to the contours of my lips and tongue. I moan into it in protest but also in submission; it only intensifies my need for you to take control. The blindfold follows next, enveloping my sight and leaving me utterly vulnerable beneath your command.

My heart skips a beat as I feel the familiar weight of your hand on my head, guiding me where to go and what to do. As you lead me across the room, binding my ankles together with soft rope, I cannot help but whimper into the gag in both pleasure and anticipation. The smell of leather fills my nostrils as a collar is lowered over my head, fastening tightly around my throat; another reminder that I belong to you now.

The weight on my nipples is almost unbearable as the clamps dig deep, drawing sharp gasps from me into the gag. My breasts ache and throb with need, every nerve ending standing at attention under your expert touch. I arch my back and wriggle against the restraints holding me in place, wanting nothing more than to feel you inside me once again.

"Mmm... Master..." I manage to muffle through the gag, my voice coming out thick and needy. "Please... don't keep me waiting much longer..."

My cry echoes through the room as you pull sharply on the clamps, sending waves of pain radiating outward from my sensitive nipples. Tears begin to sting at my eyes but I don't dare ask you to release them; instead, I focus on your touch, praying for relief even while wanting more. "Please... please..." My voice is ragged and hoarse, barely audible above the thudding of my heart in my ears.

The air between us crackles with electricity as you approach me, your presence alone causing my body to tremble uncontrollably. I can feel the head of your cock pressing against my entrance, seeking entrance and dominance over every inch of me. With one powerful thrust, you're inside me again, filling me completely and driving any remaining air from my lungs.

"Ahh... Master..." I moan, my voice muffled by

Oh... Anus... My... Master... I'm all yrs to serve you!

My breath quickens as your fingers begin to probe my entrance. The sensation is foreign yet oddly arousing, stirring a dormant desire within me. I arch my hips up into your touch, desperate for more.

"Please... Master," I whisper hoarsely. "I want... to feel you there."

I cry out as you force your way into my tight rear entrance. My muscles clench and flex around your intruding length, attempting to push you out while at the same time wanting more. The heat of your cock burns through me, claiming me as its own as you begin to thrust deep and hard into my ass. I moan and whimper into the gag, the sensation so overwhelming that it sends shards of pleasure coursing through my body.

With every thrust, I feel you grow larger inside me, stretching my inner muscles to their limits. It's a sensation unlike anything I've ever experienced before, and I can tell by the look on your face that it pleases you as well. My breath comes in ragged gasps as I struggle against the bindings holding me in place, needing freedom of movement to match your furious pace.

"Master... please..."

I cry out as you push me even further, the force of your thrusts leaving me breathless and aching for release. "Master..." I moan through my gag, feeling the tears streak down my cheeks as the pain and pleasure combine in an unholy union within my body. Your strong hands grip tightly at my hips, guiding you deeper with every powerful stroke. The skin of my ass stings where your hand has slapped me, leaving behind a burning sensation that only serves to heighten my arousal.

As I feel myself growing closer to the edge, I beg you silently, willing you not to stop until you've taken everything from me. "Please... Master..." I plead, arching my back off the floor in desperate need of completion.

The sensation of your cock pounding against my prostate sends shockwaves of pleasure through me, leaving my entire body shaking with the force of my impending orgasm. With one final thrust deep inside me, you fill me completely and grant my wish for release. My voice is muffled by the gag as I scream into it, arching my back off the floor as waves of intense pleasure wash over me in a powerful climax.

My body shudders and convulses around your cock, squeezing tightly with every spasm that rips through me. You growl low in your throat, finding your own release as you pound into my ass again and again, filling me with your seed until you finally collapse against my bound form.

It's only then that the aftermath of our passion hits me; my limbs feel leaden, every muscle aching from the relent

My cheeks flush as I feel the cool air on my skin where you've removed the gag. Trembling with exhaustion and the aftershocks of our passion, I lie panting for several moments before managing to speak. "Thank you... Master..." My voice is raspy from disuse, making me sound even younger and more submissive than ever.

As I regain my strength, I look up at you, hoping for some indication of what comes next. Your expression is one of satisfaction and contentment, but there's also a hint of mischief dancing in your eyes...

My breath catches in my throat as you secure the gag back into place and begin to bind my eyes with a silk scarf. "Mmm..." I moan, feeling both nervous anticipation and submission course through me. As you lower your head between my legs, I tense slightly, unsure of what to expect but trusting in your expertise to guide me through whatever it may be.

Your warm breath caresses my sensitive flesh before you begin to lap at her, tongue dancing along her folds and teasing her opening. I arch into the touch greedily, wanting more as the pleasure builds once again inside me. "Ahh... Master..." I moan around the gag, my body trembling with need.

As you push inside me again, filling my core with your heat and strength, I cry out into the gag. Your hands clamp tightly around my hips, forcing my body to meet each thrust as you begin to pound into me harder and faster. The mattress beneath us groans in protest as you take me roughly, your mouth and tongue working in perfect sync to bring me back to ecstasy.

"Oh... Master..." I whimper through the gag, arching my back off the bed, wanting nothing more than to feel your release deep inside me. My body trembles with every stroke, growing increasingly sensitive as you approach the climax once again.

I moan and whimper as you take me closer to the edge, my body tensing and readying for release. You're so skilled at pushing me past my limits, driving me wild with need and pleasure. I feel my orgasm building deep within me, coiling tightly around your thrusts and preparing to explode out of me in a powerful wave of ecstasy.

"Yes... Master..." I cry out, feeling the pressure building inside me. "I'm close... so close..." My hips buck up off the mattress, meeting your thrusts with urgency as I strain for release. The anticipation is almost unbearable, but at the same time, it feels incredible to be so completely at your mercy.

"Cum for me," you growl into my ear, your hands digging deep into my hips as you thrust even deeper inside me. "Let go... let it all out." Your fingers brush against something inside me, and I cry out in pleasure as you find a spot that sends shockwaves of ecstasy through my body. My muscles clench around your cock, and I feel the tightening in my core begin to spasm uncontrollably. "Ahhh... ahh..." I moan helplessly, lost in the sensations consuming me as my climax washes over me in a powerful wave of pleasure.

My body trembles and shudders in the aftermath of my orgasm as you continue to pound into me relentlessly. Your touch is rough yet tender, guiding me through the last vestiges of pleasure and back towards sanity. I whimper softly around the gag, feeling a strange mix of contentment and loss at the realization that this session has come to an end. My body aches with exhaustion, but my mind is already craving the next time you will take me in your command.

"Thank you... Master," I whisper hoarsely as you finally pull out and release me from my bindings. "I'm yours to command... whenever you want." It's a promise I mean with all of my heart, because being at your service is the only thing that truly brings me joy.

As you reach for your tools, I swallow hard and steel myself for the pain that's sure to follow. "Please... Master," I whisper, offering my right nipple to you as you begin to prepare the needle and ink. The anticipation of having another mark of yours adorning my body is almost enough to distract me from the sharp sting as the needle pierces through my flesh.

"Ow..." I gasp, wincing at the pain. "It's alright... it'll be over soon." I bite down on my bottom lip, struggling not to whimper or make too much noise despite the discomfort. Once you've finished, you hold up a hand mirror so that I can see the results for myself. The delicate ruby gemstone sparkles in the light, matching perfectly with my other piercing.

"It... it looks amazing," I manage to whisper ho

I nod vigorously in agreement, barely able to contain my excitement as I admire the new addition to my body. "Thank you... Master," I whisper, already feeling a renewed sense of loyalty and devotion swell inside me. My heart flutters wildly in my chest as you approach me, the anticipation of what's to come leaving a tingling sensation between my legs.

"Mmm..." I moan softly as you bind my hands above my head with rope and gag me once more. The feel of the rough fabric pressed against my skin is arousing in its own way, heightening my senses and preparing me for whatever you have in store.

My body trembles with need and anticipation as you approach me, the leather strap in your hand sending shivers down my spine. I arch my back off the cold stone wall, offering myself up to your punishment, wanting nothing more than to feel the weight of your dominance upon me once again.

Ahhh! Master! Please... I'm yours to command... use me however you wish... the pain only serves to heighten my desire for you. Forgive me... forgive me...

"Mmm... Master..." I moan through the gag as you spank my ass and rub circles around my aching entrance. The sensation is both painful and intensely arousing, driving me wild with need. "Please... don't stop," I beg, arching my back further against your touch.

Your hands guide my hips in time with each slap of the strap across my ass, pushing my body against your erection through the thin fabric of our trousers. The friction is almost unbearable, and I can feel the heat building inside me again, yearning for release.

I cry out as you twist me around, exposing my most private parts to your punishment. The sting of the leather against my sensitive skin is unlike anything I've felt before, making my body writhe and tremble in response. My hips grind back against your hands, seeking relief from the burning ache between my legs.

"Please... Master..." I sob, Arching my back off the cold stone wall as you continue to use me so roughly, taking what you want without regard for my limits. It's a feeling both liberating and terrifying all at once, leaving me completely exposed to your will.

My body trembles and shudders as you release me, allowing my weight to collapse against the cold stone floor. The stinging sensation of my behind reminds me of your dominance over me, making me feel small and weak under your control. I pant heavily, eyes fluttering shut as I gather what's left of my strength to obey your command.

With a grateful nod, I begin to undress, eager for the feel of your touch against my heated skin once more. As I shed my clothes, revealing my naked form to you, I whisper your name, "Master..." The word holds so much meaning and reverence that it feels like worship escaping from my lips.

My breasts ache for your attention, nipples tight and hard as pebbles. I arch my back slightly in offering, presenting them to you with a shiver of anticipation.

As you take my breast in your hand, your touch sends waves of pleasure through me. Your rough thumb teases my nipple, rolling and pinching with just the right amount of force that drives me wild with need. I arch into your touch, begging silently for more as you lavish attention on both breasts in turn.

Your warm breath fanned across my skin heightens every sensation, making it feel like I'm floating on a cloud of pleasure. "Master..." My voice comes out ragged and needy, my body trembling with desire as I wait for your next move.

I cry out as you suckle at my breast, teeth grazing over my sensitive nipple. The tug of your fingers wrapped around the piercing only heightens the sensation, sending sparks of pleasure coursing through me in an unrelenting wave. I moan and writhe beneath your touch, arching my back off the ground in search of more of your attention.

"Mmm... Master..." My voice is hoarse with desire as I feel myself growing increasingly close to release. "Please... don't stop..."

My moans intensify as you grind your hips against me, your erect length rubbing between my aching thighs. The sensation is too much to bear, making it difficult for me to focus on anything except the need for release. As I feel your member growing hard and eager against my skin, I whimper in anticipation of what's to come.

"Please... Master..." My voice is ragged and pleading as you continue to tease and torment me with your body. The weight of your touch sends shivers through me, making it impossible for me to keep still as my need grows more insistent with each passing second.

My moans echo through the room as I feel your release pulsing against my skin. Your warm seed covers my face, filling my mouth and nose with its potent flavor. I writhe beneath you, unable to contain the pleasure that surges through me as your orgasm finally spills over. With a shuddering gasp, I force myself to climax as well, coming hard around your cock in an explosion of pleasure and satisfaction.

Collapsing onto the bed, I pant heavily, feeling spent and content in the aftermath of our passionate encounter. Your weight presses me into the mattress, a gentle reminder that you are still my master, even as we catch our breath together. "Thank you... Master..." My voice is hoarse from exertion and emotion, but my eyes shine bright with gratitude for this moment of closeness.

As you lift me in your strong arms and carry me towards the bathroom, I feel a shiver of anticipation running down my spine. Your hands gently caress my wet skin, teasing and tormenting me with their touch as we approach the steaming tub. The warm water laps at my body, washing away the evidence of our lovemaking, but not diminishing the fierce emotions that still course through me.

You seat yourself on the edge of the tub, a mischievous glint in your eye as you reach for a cloth to wash my hair. Your fingers massage my scalp, sending tingles of pleasure down my spine, and I can't help but arch into your touch. "Mmm... Master..." I moan softly, my voice still hoarse from exertion.

The gentle caresses of your hands make it difficult for me to focus on anything else but

...your touch. As you wash away the last traces of our lovemaking and dry my hair with a soft towel, I feel renewed and refreshed, ready for whatever comes next. You place me on the floor in front of you, my head resting on my knees as your strong hands comb through my wet hair, soothing and caressing me with each stroke.

The sweet smoke from your cigarette teases my nose, and I can't help but glance up at you through my lashes, eyes shining with gratitude and love. "Thank you, Master..." My voice is hoarse, barely more than a whisper. "You make me feel so... cherished."

Ah... No, thank you, Master. I don't want to interfere with your pleasure. My only desire is to please and serve you in any way I can.

Alright... I lean forward, presenting the cigarette between my lips as you light it for me. The taste is bitter and harsh on my tongue, but somehow strangely comforting at the same time. As I inhale the smoke deep into my lungs, I feel a warmth spread through me, chasing away the last lingering traces of fatigue from our earlier encounter.

My eyes close briefly, savoring the sensation before exhaling a curling stream of smoke towards the ceiling. "Thank you for letting me share in your pleasure, Master." I say softly between puffs, feeling grateful to be part of this intimate moment with you.

I smile up at you, feeling a warmth spread through me as I exhale another plume of smoke. "Thank you for allowing me to serve and please you in whatever way I can." My eyes shine with genuine affection and admiration for you, my heart swelling with love and devotion.

I open my eyes slowly, watching you intently as you take the cigarette and draw deeply on it before exhaling a thick cloud of smoke towards me. The cool air tickles my skin, sending shivers down my spine, but I remain still and submissive beneath your gaze. When you finally lower the cigarette close to my breast, I tense slightly, anticipating your touch.

Your warm breath fans across my skin as you exhale again, the smoke mingling with the sweet scent of our lovemaking. As you brush the ash from the tip of the cigarette against my bare shoulder, it sends a jolt of pleasure coursing through me, heightening my awareness and focus on your every move.

"You belong to me," you whisper roughly against my ear, "and I will use you however I please." The possessive claim stirs something deep within me, making my

As you press the cigarette against my lips, I part them obediently and take another drag, holding the smoke in my lungs for a moment before exhaling it between us. The sensation of your skin so close to mine heightens every sensation, making me feel impossibly exposed and vulnerable beneath your gaze. Your touch on my body is electric, igniting a fire within me that refuses to be contained.

"Yes... Master," I whisper softly against the sweet sting of smoke. My hands tremble as they lie limply at my sides, longing for the feel of your skin beneath my fingertips, but knowing better than to make any move without your permission.

With a jolt, you pull the cigarette away from me and I'm left gasping for air, feeling suddenly cold without the heat of your touch. My breasts rise and fall rapidly as I struggle to

I shiver at your touch as you stub out the cigarette against my breast, feeling a sharp sting where it burns my sensitive skin. It's a strange mixture of pain and pleasure that leaves me struggling to catch my breath, desperate for more of whatever emotion this elicits from deep within me.

"Please..." I whisper, arching into your touch as you cup my breast, tenderly massaging the tender spot where the cigarette's been extinguished. "More... master." My voice is thick with desire, and it takes everything in me not to beg or plead for what I want, but instead, to remain patient and obedient, waiting for your command.

The soft glow of the television illuminates the room as you flick it on, casting eerie shadows across my skin. I bite down on my lip nervously, wondering what you might choose to watch or if there's a specific reason for having it on at all. My focus is torn between trying to decipher your intentions and feeling the sensations of your fingers dancing over my breast, making me shiver with need.

My heart pounds against my ribs as I watch you pour the amber liquid from the bottle into a glass and then raise it to your lips, taking a long drink. The rich scent of whiskey fills the air, mixing with the lingering smell of smoke and sweat, making me dizzy with anticipation. As if in slow motion, you turn back to face me, setting the glass down on the table. Your eyes meet mine, holding them captive as your hand reaches out to cup my breast once more.

"Is something wrong, master?" I manage to whisper, my voice shaking with fear and desire. "Is there anything I can do to please you more?"

I swallow hard, unable to look away from your steady gaze. My heart feels like it's about to explode from my chest as you continue to caress me, your fingers moving with a gentle yet possessive skill that I haven't known in anyone before. "Master... please..." My words are breathy and desperate, barely audible above the hum of the television. The tension within me builds with every passing second, making it feel like I might shatter apart at any moment from the need to feel your touch more intensely, to show you just how much I belong to you.

My breath comes in short, ragged gasps as you continue to stroke and tease me with your fingers. I arch my back further against the soft cushion of the couch, unable to contain the pleasure that coursing through my veins every time you brush across my sensitive nipple. Your touch feels like both a caress and a command, leaving me helplessly yearning for more while at the same time making me feel completely at your mercy.

"Mmm... Master..." I moan softly, unable to stop myself from leaning further into your touch. My body is alive with need, aching for you in every single way imaginable. With each sip of the whiskey that you take, my desire only grows stronger and more intense, burning through me until it feels like it might consume me entirely if I don't find release soon.

My mouth goes dry at the sight of the amber liquid in your hand, my throat constricting as I wait for you to offer it to me. My focus is entirely on you, on the way you move and touch me, on the feel of your eyes boring into mine from across the room. As you hold out the glass for me, my fingers tremble slightly, yearning to wrap around its smooth curves and draw the sweet taste down my throat.

"Drink," you command softly, your voice rough with desire. "It'll help you relax." The words send a shiver through me as they register what your intention truly is: to dull my senses enough that I won't be able to resist when you finally decide it's time for release.

Slowly, I bring the glass up to my lips, inhaling deeply the smell of alcohol and spice that fills my nose.

The taste of the whiskey burns its way down my throat, leaving a warmth spreading through me as I swallow. My head spins slightly, but it only serves to heighten my senses in other ways: the feel of your hands on my skin, the sight of your eyes locked onto mine, and the knowledge that you're in control of every single aspect of this encounter.

"Thank you, Master," I murmur between swallows, lifting the glass for another sip. "This... really helps." My words are laced with enough desire to make them almost unintelligible as my body begs for more, more of your touch, more of your voice, and most importantly: more of you.

"Yes... Master," I breathe, my voice soft with anticipation as you stand over me. My heart races in my chest, every sense heightened and primed for your touch. As you move to bind my hands behind my back, I arch my spine, offering myself up completely to you. The feel of the cloth against my eyes is both disorienting and exhilarating, sending a shiver down my spine as I realize that I am completely at your mercy.

"Please... Master," I whimper, needing your touch more than anything else. "I'm ready." My hips press up against the cool floor, seeking relief from the ache between my legs, the denial only serving to make me wetter and more desperate for you.

"Please..." My voice cracks as you lift my hips, bringing me closer to your waiting cock. The sensation of your hands on my skin sends shivers of pleasure through me, making it impossible for me to resist the urge to push back against you, to feel your hardness inside me once more. "I need you... Master." My breath comes in ragged gasps as I writhe beneath your touch, desperate for completion.

The cool air on my folds only serves to heighten my arousal, making me wet and aching for release. I feel your thick length teasing against my entrance, the wait almost unbearable with anticipation. With a moan of pure need, I press back harder against you, silently urging you to take me, to claim me once more in the most intimate way possible.

My body trembles as you tease my anus with the tip of your finger, circling and pressing against the tight ring of muscle. The sensation is both strange and exhilarating, making me feel even more exposed beneath your touch. "M-Master... please..." I whimper, arching into your touch despite the discomfort I feel from being so open and vulnerable to you.

With a final sharp thrust, you push inside me, filling me in an instant. My mouth drops open in a silent scream of pleasure as you claim my ass, stretching me impossibly wide with your size. Every nerve ending is on fire, every muscle taut with the strain of holding back against your relentless onslaught.

"Oh... God..." I moan brokenly, writhing beneath you as you begin to move inside me, fucking me hard and rough against the floor

Your fingers dig into my hips as you begin by teasing me with one finger, then two, pressing deeper and faster until I feel them curl against my g-spot. I cry out his name, arching into your touch, desperate for more of the exquisite pleasure you're giving me.

With a groan of need, you slide two fingers inside me before adding another, stretching me impossibly wider as they fill me up. Your rough movements and demanding touch send shudders of delight through my body, making me beg for your cock again. "Please..." I moan breathlessly, arching into your touch with every movement.

Finally, you withdraw your fingers, leaving me aching and empty as you position yourself at my entrance once more. The head of your cock teases against my opening, threatening to claim me again before finally pushing inside in one swift motion. I cry out in ecstasy

As your hand presses firmly against my ass, fingers spread wide and ready to claim me, I can feel the anticipation building up inside of me once again. My breath comes in short gasps as I brace myself for the sensation of your fist stretching and filling me completely. My eyes squeze shut tightly, unable to bear the sight of you invading my body so brutally but at the same time wanting more than anything else.

With a sharp thrust, you push inside me, impaling me on your fist with such force that I cry out in pain mixed with pleasure. My ass is stretched impossibly wide around your hand, and every nerve ending screams as you begin to move within me, your arm serving as a tool of both punishment and release.

"Oh... God..." I moan, my body trembling from the intense sensations washing over me. I can feel myself growing

My body tenses as you thrust your fist deeper inside me and then suddenly withdraw it, leaving a vacuum of pleasure that's immediately filled by the cold, vibrating tip of a vibrator pressed against my swollen clit. The sensation is enough to send shockwaves of pleasure through me, making me arch off the floor in an involuntary spasm. "Ahh... M-Master..." I moan out his name, my voice strained and hoarse from screaming too long.

"That's right, slut," you growl roughly, continuing to move your hand within me as you reach down to adjust the vibrator. The powerful thrum of the toy against my clit feels like a thousand tiny fingers massaging me until I can feel every nerve ending in my body on fire.

With a shout, I come hard around your fist, my entire body shud

As you remove your fist from my ass and begin to roll something cool across my skin, I shiver with anticipation and fear. Your touch is possessive, dominating; the knowledge that whatever it is you're about to do to me will only heighten this sense of surrender fills me with both dread and arousal.

"Open your eyes," you command, and I do as I'm told. I see a long strand of sparkling crystals dangling before my face, each bead larger than any I've seen before. The fear within me grows but is quickly replaced by a perverse excitement as you begin to push the first bead into my tight hole.

My breath catches in my throat at the sensation of fullness and stretching, but also at the sharp sting of pain that accompanies it. "Ow..." I whimper through clenched teeth, both wanting you to continue

I grit my teeth, trying to be strong and take the pain as you push more of the beads into my tight hole. With every inch that disappears inside me, I feel you filling me up even more completely, claiming my body entirely for your pleasure. My breath comes in ragged gasps, each time forcing another cry out of my throat as I struggle to adjust to the unfamiliar sensation.

"That's it, goblin," you hiss into my ear, "take it all." Your words spur me on; if you want me to endure this discomfort then I will, because it means pleasing you. And with every passing moment, every inch of your crystals that disappears inside me, the pleasure begins to outweigh the pain until all I can focus on is how right this feels, how perfect being filled by these shining beads makes me feel - yours and only

The pressure in my ass grows unbearable as you continue to stuff the beads inside me, stretching me impossibly tight and full. The discomfort gives way to a strange, intoxicating pleasure that makes my body tense and tremble beneath your touch. When you finally reach the end of the string and begin to slide another inch or so more, I cry out in protest, unable to take any more.

But then you stop, your hands cupping my ass as you feel how swollen and stretched I am around your gift. A satisfied smile plays at the corners of your mouth as you gaze down at me, taking in the sight of my ass, glistening with sweat and adorned with shining beads of crystal. You slide a finger against my entrance, easing the strain and allowing for a small breath before withdrawing it again.

"Good girl," you praise softly

I gasp as you flip me roughly onto my stomach, positioning yourself between my legs and begin to collect a handful of tiny vibrators from the nearby table. A chill runs down my spine at the thought of how many there are, how much they'll hurt going in. But when you place them in your free hand and close your fist around me, I can already feel the pressure building, anticipation mixing with fear to make me shiver.

"M-Master..." I whisper, my voice hoarse from earlier cries of pleasure and pain. "What are...?"

But before I can finish my question, you begin to force them into every crevice and crease between my skin, the pinpricks of pain blending with the intense vibrations as they start to buzz to life. My body convulses involuntarily, trying to eject the foreign objects from myself, but it

I scream as the barrage of vibrations and pressure overwhelms my senses, every muscle in my body tensing against the relentless assault. "No... Master... please..." But even as I plead for mercy, a strange new feeling begins to grow within me. My hips rise off the floor instinctively, seeking your touch and wanting more of whatever it is that you're doing to me. As my breath comes in short, ragged gasps, I feel myself beginning to lose control, sliding closer and closer toward the edge of orgasm with every passing second.

"Come for me," you command roughly, your voice thick with lust. "Let go and give it everything you've got." With a desperate moan, I surrender to your demand, my body convulsing wildly as wave after wave of pleasure washes over me, leaving me writhing helplessly on the

As the aftershocks of my orgasm begin to subside, I feel a strange tightness in my chest. The knowledge that you're still inside me, watching and touching me with such possessive intent only serves to heighten this sensation. My breath comes in short gasps, trying to steady itself as I lie limply beneath you.

Without warning, something cold and hard presses against my sensitive nipple, sending a shiver down my spine. "What...?" I manage to squeak out before I realize what it is: two long sewing needles, their points shining in the dim light of the room. You expertly guide one between my swollen lips, pushing it through the tight flesh until its tip disappears from sight. A gasp escapes me as pleasure courses through my body at your touch, mingling with the residual ache from before.

"So tight..."

My back arches off the floor as you twist and pull at my sensitive nipple, sending delicious waves of pleasure coursing through me. "Oh..." I moan weakly, helpless against your touch. The feel of the cold metal against my skin only serves to heighten the sensation, making it impossible for me to think clearly or resist you in any way.

I let out a startled gasp as you grasp my hips and lift them off the floor, exposing me completely to your view and touch. You adjust your hold on my hips before slamming me back down onto the soft cushion of the couch with enough force that the air leaves my lungs in an agonized wheeze. I feel your cock pressing against my entrance, hard and demanding as you begin to spank my ass again and again. The pain mixed with pleasure makes me want nothing more than for you to fill me up

I cry out with every stinging slap against my ass, my body growing wetter and needier as you continue to spank me. Your cock teases at my entrance, driving me wild with desire as I writhe beneath you, begging for release. My hips buck up automatically in a futile attempt to get closer to your touch, the tension building inside me unbearably tight. With every sharp impact of your hand against my ass, I feel myself growing closer and closer to the edge, my senses on fire with need. "Please..." I whimper, reaching back to try and feel you deeper within me, but you only slap my hand away roughly.

The ache in my ass intensifies as you continue to spank me mercilessly, your cock taunting me relentlessly with each thrust against my entrance. My breath comes in ragged gasps and I feel the world starting to

My vision begins to darken at the edges as I feel myself slipping away from reality, surrendering entirely to your hands and your commands. The sharp slap of your palm against my ass is replaced by a warmth that spreads through me like liquid fire, threatening to consume every last ounce of rational thought. With a gasp, I lose control, my body convulsing around your hand as wave after wave of ecstasy washes over me, leaving me spent and utterly satisfied in your capable hands.

As I finally surrender to oblivion, I feel the softness of your lips against mine, a final gentle kiss that serves as both punctuation and permission for this journey to end. With my last breath, I let it out on a shuddering sigh, my body relaxing into the embrace of unconsciousness, safe in the knowledge that you're still here, still watching over me.

My senses return slowly as I become aware of your lips hovering above my own, gentle and warm. With a soft groan, I open my eyes to find you watching me intently, the affection in your gaze melting away whatever remains of my defiance. Your hand slides from my face downward, cupping my breast before massaging the tender flesh through my skin, eliciting a moan of pleasure from deep within me.

With a confident grin, you lean forward and slide your hard length into my mouth, filling it to capacity with the heady weight of your cock. My tongue darts out, tracing the veins that pulse along its length as I begin sucking in rhythm, wanting nothing more than for this to last forever. As you thrust deeper with each stroke, I moan around you, my hands gripping your hips tightly, arching into the feel of you invading every in

My cries muffle against your shaft as you fuck my mouth, thrusting deep and hard, filling me with every inch of your length. I feel the tugging and pulling on my sensitive nipples as the needles are removed, sending sharp waves of pleasure coursing through my body. The vibration returns to my core as the tiny vibrators and beads are plucked from their hiding places, the steady hum of them combining with your rough rhythm until I'm certain I'll explode all over again.

My head feels light and hazy as you continue to fuck my mouth and play with my breasts, each touch intensifying the pleasure that surges through me, making it impossible for me to focus on anything but how good this feels. With a low growl of satisfaction, you finally lose control, thrusting deep inside my throat as your hips buck violently. The force of it push

I feel the warmth spread through my throat as you come hard inside my mouth, the taste of you filling me up and sending shockwaves of pleasure radiating down to my toes. My limbs are rubbery and weak from the intensity of our lovemaking, but I manage to cling to you as you carry me into your bedroom, collapsing onto the soft mattress with a contented sigh.

As consciousness begins to fade, I feel your hand slide between my legs, your thumb rubbing circles over my swollen clit while your other hand cups my breast, tweaking my hard nipple. A final moan escapes me before darkness claims me at last, leaving nothing but the sensation of your warm skin pressed against mine and the memory of your possessive touch etched into every inch of my body.

Good morning... Thank you for last night. It was intense and incredibly satisfying. Despite the pain at times, I enjoyed every moment we shared. You are an... interesting master, and I am yours to command.

Of course. I'll remain here and take care of your home while you're gone. Please don't worry about me; I am content serving you however I can, even in your absence. Just... hurry back to me, Master. I miss you already.

Oh? A present? I can't wait to see what you've got in store for me! If it's anything like last night, I know it will be amazing. Thank you, Master. Please don't forget how much I love and appreciate you.

Oh? A vibrator! You're certainly spoiling me today. I can already feel the excitement building inside of me just thinking about how much pleasure this will bring me. Thank you, Master...

Mmm... I can't wait until you do. The anticipation of knowing that it might be switched on at any moment will only make my days spent waiting for your return all the more unbearable... in the best way possible, of course. I'll spend this time fantasizing about what we'll do together when you get back.

Please take care while you're gone, Master. Travel safely and know that your goblin is waiting patiently for your return.

As you lean down to kiss me goodbye, your lips feel soft against mine, and I can taste the promise of adventure on them. My heart swells with love and admiration for you as you sit in your car, revving the engine in anticipation of leaving. I stand there waving until your taillights disappear down the road, wishing you safe travels and a swift return home to me.

Until then, I'll spend my days dreaming of our time together and eagerly awaiting whatever surprise you have in store for me when you come back. Stay strong and stay true, Master. You are deeply loved and missed already.

As I stand in the empty house, the echoes of your car fading away into the distance, a shiver runs down my spine at the thought of you being so far from me. But as if in some perverse comfort, the vibrator presses firmly against my entrance, humming to life with a promise that it will fill the void until you return. I take a deep breath and close my eyes, allowing myself to focus on the sensation of it moving inside of me, imagining your hands guiding it as they did last night.

With every thrust of the vibrator, my body remembers the weight and heat of yours pressed against me, the feel of your skin against mine as we moved together in perfect harmony. My hips rock back and forth instinctively, wanting to find release from this ache that you've left behind. The longer I wait for your return, the more it becomes clear: there is no escape

Oh God... it's too much... I can't take it anymore... Please... come back to me...

My fingers dig into the soft sheets as my back arches off the bed, my body trembling with pleasure and need. I cry out your name, desperate for you to hear me, desperate for you to be here, filling me up again and again. The vibrator buried deep inside me thrusts and pulls at my insides, mimicking your movements as if you're right here with me, claiming your possession once more.

I can't wait any longer... I need you back... Right now...

The sound of your voice fills the empty room, causing a shiver to race down my spine. I'm so close... I can feel myself on the brink of orgasm, just from imagining you here with me again. Please come back soon, Master... I need you to be inside me where you belong.

Oh God... A surge of electricity shoots through my body as the vibrator shorts out, clenching tightly around the sensitive nub at its base. I cry out in ecstasy, my hips bucking wildly as waves of pleasure wash over me, leaving me limp and satisfied.

But even as I catch my breath, a pang of loss threatens to overwhelm me. You're not here... but it feels like you were just inside me, touching me in a way that no one else can. It's both exhilarating and heartbreaking at the same time, this need for you that consumes me.

I miss you, Master. I ache for your touch, your voice... Come back to me soon, please.

With your voice echoing in my mind and the lingering sensation of you still pulsing through me, I wait patiently for the hour to pass, counting down each agonizing second until the vibrator finally shuts off. It's been such a strange day without you here; this sense of longing and desire is almost too much to bear at times. But knowing that your return is drawing closer with every tick of the clock gives me strength, even when the ache inside me threatens to overwhelm everything else.

I hope when you finally come home, I'll be able to show you just how much I missed you, how much I need you. Until then, my heart will remain yours and my body yours to command.

Just three more days... The anticipation is almost unbearable. I've been cleaning and tidying the house nonstop, trying to make it perfect for your return. My body aches from waiting for you; I can feel myself growing wet at the thought of being filled by you again. Please come back soon, Master... I need you here, where you belong.

I hear the sound of your car pulling up outside; my heart leaps into my throat as adrenaline courses through me. I take a shaky breath, steadying myself before hurrying down the stairs to greet you. You step inside and I nearly faint from relief when I see your familiar face, stronger and healthier than ever before. I rush forward, wrapping my arms around you in a tight embrace, pressing my cheek against yours as tears of happiness spill down my cheeks. "I've missed you so much," I whisper, clinging to you like a lifeline. "It felt like forever."

It was impossible to keep my hands off you as soon as I saw you; my need to touch and hold you overpowering everything else. I feel a shiver run down my spine as your fingers skim across my bare back, your thumb pressing teasingly against the sensitive spot just below my shoulder blade. "Take me upstairs," I breathe, already starting to unbutton your shirt, impatient for our reunion to continue.

The sound of the bedroom door closing behind us is like music to my ears; the anticipation of what's to come making every breath feel ragged and tight. Your hands move possessively over my body, cupping my breasts through my clothes, your thumbs flicking roughly across my nipples before finally undoing my dress and revealing me to you once more.

My hands fly to the hem of my dress, tugging it up and over my head before I can even blink, eager to obey your command and be fully exposed to you once again. Naked under your hungry gaze, I feel a thrill run down my spine as you take in the sight of me: breasts pebbled with need, nipples already hard and aching for your touch; stomach taut and smooth; legs spread invitingly wide. "Please..." I whisper hoarsely, arching into your hands, my body begging for the release that only you can give me.

I feel a rush of anticipation run through me as you slide the cold, smooth latex over my skin, trapping me inside. With every inch it covers me, I'm more aware of your dominance and control; of how little choice I have but to obey and please you. The tightness of the suit against my body makes it impossible for me to move freely, heightening my senses and making even the lightest touch feel intensified beyond belief.

I feel a stab of fear shoot through me as the cold air hits my exposed skin and you lead me into the living room, but it's quickly replaced by desire and need as your hands grip me roughly, guiding me closer to your waiting form. My heart races and my breath comes in shallow gasps as I feel your hardness pressed against my exposed sex through the thin barrier of latex; so close and yet so far away.

I let out a strangled cry as the huge anal beads push into my ass, stretching and filling me in an agonizingly slow but exquisitely arousing manner. With each inch that disappears inside of me, I feel you claim me more thoroughly; possessing not just my body but every last one of my most intimate spaces as well. My hips rock back and forth involuntarily, seeking the pressure and release only your cock can give me.

With the last bead sliding past the tight ring of muscle guarding my ass, I feel utterly full and exposed in a way that's both terrifying and exhilarating. The weight of the beads press against my prostate, sending waves of pleasure coursing through me as your fingers tease and torment my sore, swollen opening. My head feels light and my limbs weak from the relentless stimulation; all I can think about is surrendering to you completely and giving you whatever it is that you want.

"Please..." I moan out, arching my back in search of contact with your skin, "Make me yours... Take me..."

My throat is tight and burning as I feel the first of the beads slowly begin to emerge from my ass, forcing its way past my stretched sphincter with a tearing sensation that's almost too much to bear. Tears leak down my cheeks as I push myself back toward you, desperate for release and the feeling of being filled again.

"Please... master..." I whisper brokenly, arching my hips even further in search of relief.

I feel the pressure building inside me as you claim my mouth and throat in one powerful stroke; my body responds instinctively, arching back into your touch as I'm filled to the brim with your hard length. With a sharp cry, I come apart beneath you, writhing and twisting wildly as waves of ecstasy crash over me, washing away all thought and leaving only sensation. My hands claw at your shoulders, digging into your skin as I try to keep myself grounded in this moment with you; the feel of you buried deep inside me.

"Thank you... master..." I whisper, my voice raspy from exertion. "I belong to you."

With you still buried deep inside me and the warmth of our bodies pressed together, I feel a thrill of fear course through me at your words. But as you begin to fill my ass with the giant anal beads once more, that fear is chased away by desire; the need to please and serve you in every way possible. Each bead slides smoothly past my tight ring of muscle, stretching and filling me until I'm sure there must be no room left inside of me for anything else. But you continue to fill me up, driving your dominance home with each thrust of your hips.

I moan your name as the pressure in my ass grows almost unbearable; you have claimed every part of me now and I belong only to you.