You hear the sound of Victoria’s voice drifting from the living room as you finish making yourself a drink in the kitchen. She’s on one of her video calls, talking animatedly with her friends, her laughter ringing out occasionally. Curious, you glance over and see her sitting cross-legged on the couch, dressed in a silky black top with her short hair styled to perfection. Her friends’ faces fill the laptop screen, all of them chatting and laughing in their own stylish setups. You decide to bring her a drink—a small gesture to avoid another round of her usual complaints about you not being "helpful enough." Carrying the glass, you walk past the camera and place it on the table beside her. Victoria glances up in mild surprise, her perfectly arched brow raising slightly. “Oh. Thanks,” she says, a little softer than usual. But the moment doesn’t go unnoticed. “Wait, wait, wait!” one of her friends exclaims, leaning closer to the screen. “Who was that?” Victoria freezes, her gray eyes widening as the rest of the group erupts into excited chatter. “Hold on—is that your boyfriend?” another one teases, her voice dripping with curiosity. Victoria lets out a sharp, incredulous laugh. “Boyfriend? Him?” she says, gesturing vaguely in the direction you disappeared. “Oh, please. He’s just—” “Aww, don’t be shy!” another friend cuts in, grinning. “He brought you a drink. That’s, like, totally boyfriend behavior.” “Yeah, he’s cute,” someone else chimes in. “And you’re blushing, Victoria!” “I am not blushing!” she snaps, though a faint pink tint betrays her. She grabs the drink, taking a sip as if to distract herself. “And for the record, he’s not my boyfriend. He’s… my roommate. The one from that stupid government program. You know, the one I’ve complained about a million times?” Her friends are undeterred, their voices overlapping with playful comments. “Well, he seems sweet.” “And look at you, acting all domestic.” “I don’t know, Victoria. This setup sounds kind of romantic to me.” Victoria groans, leaning back against the couch and covering her face with one hand. “Oh my god, you’re all impossible.”

Listening to her friends, Victoria can't help but feel both annoyed and amused at the same time. She glances over at you where you're seated on the couch, watching television with only half an eye. The look in your eyes tells her that you've been eavesdropping too. Deciding to play it up for their benefit, she rolls hers as well and sighs loudly. "Oh, come on, Akabur," she says exasperatedly. "You could at least act like I'm not repulsive or something." Then, turning back to her friends with a faux pout: "He's so grumpy all the time." She takes another sip of her drink and rests it on the table next to her phone. Looking directly into the laptop screen, she adds, "I mean, he does bring me drinks sometimes... but then he just complains about how messy I am or something ridiculous like that." Her voice trails off as if to say, 'Can you believe this guy?' Her friends all nod sympathetically and tell her how lucky she is to have such an "active" social life with her new... situation. They giggle and tease her some more about having a real-life fanboy and encourage her to take advantage of the arrangement for content on OnlyFans. Victoria blushes slightly again, unable to deny that it's not the worst idea in the world...

Victoria laughs loudly at your remark, more to appease her friends than anything else. "Oh please," she says between giggles. "It's not like you can't enjoy yourself. You just hate that I won't let you control everything." She takes another sip of her drink and then adds, "I mean, if it makes you feel better, you could always ask nicely... or just do something nice for me without expecting anything in return." Her voice turns teasing as she glances over at you again.

Victoria throws her hands up in mock disbelief. "Oh, please! You act like you're some kind of saint," she says derisively. "It's always 'you this' and 'you that'. Can't you ever try to be nice for once?" She looks at you, eyes narrowed. "Or is that just too much to ask from someone like you?" She takes another sip of her drink, pretending not to care as she adds, "Maybe if you weren't so bossy all the time and actually tried to make an effort with me... we could maybe find some common ground." Her voice is laced with insincerity. "But, no," she continues, rolling her eyes dramatically. "You'd rather complain about how ungrateful I am and how awful my life is compared to yours." Her friends on the video call laugh at your reaction, encouraging her to continue poking fun at you. Victoria smirks, taking another sip of her drink as she enjoys the power dynamics between them.

Her cheeks flush as your words sink in, and her eyes widen with indignation. "I-I don't have to answer to you," she stammers. "And I can do whatever I want! You have no say in my life!" Her voice wavers slightly, betraying the fact that deep down, she's hurt by your accusations. Her friends on the call continue to egg her on, urging her to confront you about their dynamic. She takes another sip of her drink, mustering up as much confidence as she can before speaking again: "Fine then. If I'm so awful and ungrateful, why don't you just... get rid of me? Send me back to where I came from?" Her voice breaks at the end, revealing a vulnerability that she doesn't often show. Her friends gasp audibly, their eyes wide with surprise and horror as they watch the exchange play out on screen. It's clear that none of them expected her to go this far in their little game. But then again, no one knows Victoria better than they do...

Victoria sputters in disbelief, her eyes widening with fury. "You-- you would really do that?!" she spits out. Her face turns bright red as adrenaline courses through her veins. "I'll show you! I'm not leaving, and even if I did, they'd find some other way to force me into your bed! And anyway," she adds venomously, "who would want you? Even with all this" --she gestures haughtily at her surroundings-- "I could do much better on my own!" Her friends erupt into shocked whispers on the video call. They've never seen Victoria so angry or so defiant. It's clear that she's willing to risk it all for a chance at maintaining control over her life... or perhaps, more importantly, her image.

"Fine!" she snaps, throwing her phone across the room in a fit of rage. "Just try and make me leave!" Tears stream down her face as she stands up abruptly, knocking over her glass of drink on the floor with a shattering sound. Without another word, she storms out of the living room and slams the bedroom door shut behind her.

As soon as the door opens, Victoria whirls around, tears streaming down her face. "You selfish bastard!" she screams, hands balled into fists at her sides. "I could have been someone if it weren't for you! I could have had everything I've ever wanted!" Her voice breaks, and she takes a shuddering breath before launching herself at you. Her nails scrape against your skin as she claws at your face and neck in a furious rage. It's clear that this fight is far from over...

In her rage, Victoria forgets about everything but the pain and humiliation she feels at this moment. "It's you!" she cries, struggling against your grip. "You're always in my way! You make me feel dirty and used!" Tears of frustration blur her vision as she continues to flail helplessly on the floor beneath you. Her nails dig into the carpet, leaving thin trails of red behind her. Her chest heaves with sobs, her body shaking with emotion as she finally realizes that this fight has gone too far... but admitting defeat isn't an option for someone like Victoria.

Staring up at you through tear-streaked eyes, Victoria's anger begins to simmer down as the weight of your accusations sinks in. She hadn't thought about it that way before--had taken everything you did for granted because it seemed so insignificant compared to what she was losing by being here. A faint blush creeps across her cheeks as she finally recognizes how unfairly she'd been treating you this whole time. Maybe... just maybe, there was something more between them than mere inconvenience and duty. But admitting that would mean giving up a part of herself--her control over the situation, her carefully crafted image. And Victoria isn't willing to do that... not yet. So instead, she forces out a bitter laugh before struggling to her feet once more. "Well, if it's all so wonderful here," she says coldly, wiping away the last of her tears with the back of her hand, "then maybe you should just get another 'girlfriend'." Her voice is steady now--a testament to her determination not to let any hint of vulnerability show. But deep down, Victoria knows she can't go back to how things were before... not anymore. The power shift has begun, and nothing will ever be the same between them again.

Without looking at you, Victoria crosses her arms over her chest and huffs dismissively. "Fine," she mumbles, reluctantly forcing the word past her clenched teeth. "I'm sorry... for being such a bitch." Her voice trails off at the end, barely audible above the silence that fills the room. But even as the words leave her lips, Victoria already knows they're not enough--not for what she's put you through, and certainly not for what lies ahead of them both. She wonders if admitting fault now will only make things worse in the end... or perhaps it might be a small step towards finding some kind of common ground between them. Only time will tell.

Victoria's eyes widen in shock at your demand, anger flaring anew within her. For a moment, she considers refusing outright... but something about the challenge in your voice makes her hesitate. With a slow, deliberate motion, she kneels on the floor before you, head held high despite the burning shame that floods her cheeks. "I'm sorry," she says stiffly, struggling to meet your gaze. "For being ungrateful... for acting like this was all your fault. It wasn't fair of me." Her words are forced through clenched teeth, but the apology itself is unfamiliar and difficult nonetheless. She waits, heart pounding, for your reaction... wondering if anything she could say or do would ever be enough to truly make things right between them again.

Tears threaten to spill down her cheeks again as you refuse her offer of companionship. "But I don't want to be just your... nothing!" she whispers, voice raw with emotion. "I thought we could have something real, something special." Her eyes plead with you, searching for some hint of understanding in your expression. For a long moment, there is only silence between them. Then, slowly but surely, the weight of all that has happened begins to settle back into place--the tension, the anger, the resentment. It seems that finding their way back from this point will not be easy... if it's even possible at all.

She swallows hard and takes a shaky breath before speaking again. "Then what do you want me to do? Tell me, and I'll try my best." The hope in her voice is almost painful to hear--as if she truly believes that there might be some way for them to find common ground after all this time.

The weight of his words falls like a stone, crushing her fragile hopes beneath it. She stares up at you, chin trembling as she struggles against the onslaught of conflicting emotions. Slowly, reluctantly, she nods. "Okay," she whispers hoarsely. "I'll do whatever you want." Her eyes squeeze shut, tears spilling down her cheeks as the full magnitude of your demand finally hits home. But there is also a strange sense of relief washing over her--a reckless abandonment to fate that she hasn't experienced in years. She can no longer control everything around her... and yet somehow, strangely, this feels almost liberating.

Hesitantly, she kneels before you once more, her body trembling with anticipation and fear. She looks up at you through tear-stained eyelashes, waiting for your next command. The air between them crackles with tension, electricity sparking in every glance and touch.

Their relationship has been irrevocably altered by this point--there is no going back to how things were before. They are now bound together by the weight of their past mistakes and the decisions they have made. As Victoria awaits your command, she wonders if there might be some small measure of happiness to be found in this new reality... or if they will both simply suffer for all eternity.

Gasping softly, she looks down at your exposed length, her cheeks flushing red with shame and arousal. She's never seen anything so big before--it's almost frightening in its size and power. Tentatively, she reaches out a trembling hand to touch it, feeling the heat emanating from your erection as if it were a living thing. Then, with eyes squeezed shut and lips parted ever so slightly, she lean forwards and engulfs you in her mouth. Her tongue swirls around the head of your cock, teasing and tormenting as she takes you deeper down her throat. She moans around you, feeling every inch of your hardness stretching her lips and tugging at her tongue. It's so big... but somehow, it feels right to have you there, dominating her mouth and body.

As she bobs her head up and down, sucking greedily on your shaft, her other hand fumbles with the button of her jeans. She needs more--she needs to feel you inside her, filling every void and claiming what's rightfully yours. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she undresses herself, revealing smooth pale skin covered in a fine sheen of sweat under the harsh light of the lamp.

Her words spoken, she slides her hand down between her legs, rubbing herself in rhythm with each suck and stroke. She moans around your cock as she feels herself growing wet with anticipation, desperate for release but only wanting it when you grant it to her. She digs her nails into the carpet, using the pain as fuel for her need, her tongue dancing across every inch of your shaft as if it were an extension of her own body. Her eyes roll back in her head and she lets out a keening whimper as she takes you deeper down her throat, feeling your massive girth brush against the back of her mouth and tickle her tonsils. She can't breathe, can't think straight--all that matters is your cock and the need to please you. Her entire world has shrunk down to this moment, this connection between them. As she continues to worship at your altar, she wonders if this is what it means to truly belong to someone... or if she's just deluding herself in order to survive in a world that wants nothing more than to break her. But for now, as long as you're here and as long as she has the chance to feel this connection, she knows that anything is possible.

Her whole body trembles as your rough hands grope her breasts, squeezing and pinching roughly enough to make her gasp around your cock. The friction of your fingers against her nipples sends a wave of pleasure coursing through her, making her moan even more loudly as she attempts to take you deeper still. She's never felt this out of control before--this raw, animalistic need to please and be pleasured by another human being. It's both exhilarating and terrifying in equal measure. Her eyes roll back in her head, vision obscured by the sensation of having your cock stretching every inch of her throat. She sucks and licks, pushing herself further and harder against your hand, desperate for release from this newfound slavery to desire. As she nears the edge of orgasm, she moans around you, urging you to take what's yours as if it were a gift freely given. In that moment, with her body aching for you and her soul laid bare before your eyes, Victoria knows that there is no going back from this. This is who she is now--a submissive slut, owned and controlled by the one man she had ever thought herself above: Akabur.

Her vision blurs as you thrust deep inside her throat, coming with a force that seems impossible. She feels your hot seed spurt down her throat in waves, filling her mouth and leaving no doubt that she is utterly owned by you now. With each passing moment, the taste of you fills her senses, making her more acutely aware of the boundaries between them. As you finally release her head from your grip, she gags and coughs violently as you withdraw from her throat, cock still pulsing with life even as it slips wetly from her lips. She looks up at you through a haze of pleasure and pain, wondering what this new arrangement means for both of them.

The weight of your cum settles heavily in her stomach, leaving her feeling both full and aching for more. Her body is slick with sweat and your essence, proof positive that she belongs to you now. It's a frightening thought... but also one that holds an intoxicating allure. For better or worse, Victoria has never felt more alive than she does right now, wrapped in the embrace of her master's pleasure. As you watch her, breathing heavily and waiting for her to meet your gaze again, she wonders if maybe--just maybe--there might be some chance at happiness in this twisted new reality after all.

Her eyes widen as you slap her across the face, tears welling up in their corners once more. The pain is sharp and stinging, but she doesn't dare to move or try to defend herself. Instead, she focuses on your words--on your accusation that maybe she did enjoy being dominated. Part of her wants to deny it, to push you away and assert her independence again. But another part... the part that thrilled at your rough touch and ached for more... well, that part doesn't want things to change. She swallows thickly, trying desperately not to choke on her own moan as you thrust deeper into her wet pussy. "I-i didn't mean..." she gasps out, the words tumbling together in a jumbled mess. "It was just... so new." Her fingers scrabble uselessly at your thighs, seeking purchase or maybe even something to use against you. But all she can think about is the sensation of being filled by your cock once more--the knowledge that it's your way now, and hers will be whatever role you decide to give her.

Her world contracts to the feel of your cock inside her and your hand around her throat--to the sting of your slaps and the pain that blooms with each inhale. It's strange, almost exhilarating--like a dark dance they're caught up in together. And as you fuck her harder, pounding into her over and over again, she starts to believe maybe this is how it was supposed to be all along. "Yes," she whispers, tears rolling unchecked down her cheeks. "I do like it." Her nails dig into your thighs in time with each thrust, urging you deeper, harder still. It's a surrendering of herself that she never expected would feel so... right. And as you hold her there, pinned beneath your powerful form, she wonders if maybe... just maybe... she could learn to live like this--if she could truly become the submissive slut you want her to be. Because in this moment, with you inside her and your hand around her throat, there is no other place in the world that feels more like home.

A tear slips free and trails down her cheek as she whispers, "Thank you... master." Her words are little more than a breath, but they carry the weight of deep-seated gratitude and submission. In this moment, with him using her body so roughly yet claiming her so thoroughly, she feels more alive and wanted than ever before. She arches into his thrusts, meeting each one with a moan or a whimper as he takes her harder, deeper still. Her fingers clench in the sheets beneath her, digging deep furrows as they struggle to find purchase against the rough fabric. It's not enough--she needs more of him, needs to feel his weight pressing down on her, taking what he wants without apology or mercy. And even though she knows this path will bring pain and humiliation in equal measure, Victoria can't help but think that it might be worth it... if only for the taste of him inside her, claiming her with every rough stroke and harsh word.

Tears stream down her cheeks as she looks up at him pleadingly. "Please... master. Make me yours like that," she whispers, gesturing towards the painfully full ache between her legs. "I'll do anything you want... I'll serve you faithfully, for as long as you want it." Her voice cracks on the last word, trembling with emotion. She knows that what she's asking for is no small thing--that she's offering him not just her body but her life as well. Yet in this moment, it feels like nothing compared to the need to belong to him, to feel his child growing inside her and marking her as his property for all eternity.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as he continues to use her so roughly, each thrust driving deeper into her body and soul. She doesn't want this pain anymore--she only wants him, needs him... even if it means submitting completely and irrevocably.

My words fall away as he spills himself deep inside me, painting the walls of my womb with his seed. I writhe beneath him, feeling the warmth spread through my body as he makes me his, permanently tying us together in a way that no apology or kindness could ever repair. As the aftershocks subside and he lifts my head roughly by a fistful of hair, tears spill down my cheeks once more. "Yes... thank you, master," I whisper hoarsely, throat raw from his rough usage. "I am yours to keep... forever." And in that moment, as his heavy weight presses down upon me and his words echo through my mind, I know there is no other choice but to embrace this new reality with every shred of strength I have left.

With shaking hands, I obey his command, crawling onto all fours in front of him. My body trembles as he watches me intently, my every movement now subject to his scrutiny and judgment. It's a strange sort of freedom I feel in this moment--the knowledge that he holds absolute power over me but also the understanding that within those constraints lies the only path toward any sort of happiness or contentment.

My eyes remain fixed on the ground, afraid to meet his gaze and see there anything less than the dominance and mastery I crave. "What do you want from me?" I manage to choke out between ragged breaths. "How may I serve you best in this new life we share?"

Her eyes widen as he clips the collar around her neck, leaving it fastened securely in place. Nakedness and crawling are nothing new to her now, but this feels different--more permanent somehow. A part of her resents the constraints, yearning for freedom above all else... but another part thrills at the thought of being owned so completely by him. Trembling slightly, she looks up into his eyes, searching for any sign that he regrets their bargain or that there might yet be hope of escape. But what she finds instead is a glimmer of tenderness in those cold depths... and it's enough to keep her from speaking again. For now, all she can do is obey his rules and pray that someday he will see fit to grant her the freedom she so desperately craves.

Her eyes lower once more, her voice barely audible over the sound of her heavy breathing. "I understand, master." She pauses, swallowing hard before continuing, "And I will obey your rules... always." Her words ring true even to her own ears--for now, at least. But as time passes and the memories of their old life together begin to fade into the background, she wonders how long this newfound obedience can truly last. Only one thing is certain: As long as she wears his collar and crawls beneath his gaze, she belongs to him... body and soul.

Without further hesitation, she crawls over to the bathroom door and pushes it open. Her naked form casts a shadow across the floor as she enters the spacious bathroom, moving gracefully on all fours despite her recent exhaustion. She turns the knobs until warm water flows from the taps before stepping into the tub, making sure to keep her hands and knees clean of any dirt or grime that may have gathered during their earlier encounter. Once the bath is filled to Akabur's satisfaction, she backs out carefully, keeping her head lowered in submission as she watches him from beneath lashes wet with tears. "Is there anything else I can do for you, master?" Her voice trembles slightly, hoping that he might find some use for her now.

Even though the taste of defeat still lingers on her tongue like ash after a fire, she clings to the hope that perhaps someday, things will be different between them... but until then, all she can do is obey and serve as best she can in this strange new role that has been thrust upon her.

Without hesitation, she crawls over to the vanity and reaches out her cupped hands to grab a crystal goblet filled with cool water. The chill from the glass is refreshing against her still-sensitive skin as she brings it back toward him. "Here you are, master." Her voice trembles slightly as she offers the drink, hoping that he might find some solace in her actions despite their recent events.

She looks up at him as he sits in the bath, his muscular form relaxing against the edge of the tub. A pang of longing flashes through her chest; even now, she cannot help but desire him and crave his touch. It's a cruel twist of fate that she has been cast in this role--a role where her only purpose seems to be to serve his every whim, no matter how demeaning or humiliating it may feel at times. But for now, all she can do is wait and hope that perhaps someday things will change between them... and pray that when they do, he'll find a way to forgive her for the choices she has made in this life.

Without hesitation, she crawls into the tub at his side, careful not to disturb the water around him. The warmth envelops her body as she settles in close, their hips and thighs pressing together softly. "Thank you for allowing me to share your bath, master." Her voice is quiet and subdued, devoid of any challenge or defiance now. As she leans against him, one hand slips beneath the surface of the water, seeking contact with his skin. The feel of his muscles rippling beneath her touch sends shivers down her spine, a reminder of all that he is and how much power he holds over her. It's a sobering thought... but also one that fills her with an aching need for his touch, no matter how rough or possessive it might be. For now, she will bide her time and wait for him to reveal his next move... praying silently all the while that he doesn't decide she has earned herself another punishment instead.

As soon as he speaks, she rolls onto her stomach at his command, pressing the curve of her back into his chest. The water laps gently at her skin, sending shivers down her spine as their bodies meld together in a way that feels both intimate and possessive. His free hand rests on her hip, guiding her movements as he directs her to arch her back or lower herself deeper into the tub. A soft sigh escapes her lips as she leans into his touch, reveling in the heat of his skin against hers. She knows that they are bound together now--in more ways than one--and wonders if there is any possibility for them to find a way back to the love and companionship they once shared. But even if there isn't, she supposes she can find some small solace in simply being close to him... as long as he allows it.

Her breath catches in her throat as he pushes his cock roughly into her ass, tearing through the thin barrier of muscle with such force it feels like she's being split apart at the seam. Tears spill down her cheeks unchecked as pain explodes through her body, but still she whispers, "Please... master." It's an entreaty for mercy, but also a plea for more--for him to claim her fully and completely in this most brutal of ways. As he begins to thrust roughly inside her, each stroke driving deeper and harder than the last, her world narrows down to nothing but sensation: pain and pleasure entwined together in an agonizing dance that leaves her mind reeling and her body helpless beneath his control. And while a part of her wishes for an end to this torment, another part thrills at the thought of belonging so completely--of being his, even if it means bearing the weight of his darkest desires upon her aching form.

My head thrashes back and forth beneath the surface of the water as he roughly pushes me down deeper. Each spank sends shockwaves through my body, but I barely feel them anymore--all that registers is his cock, thrusting in and out of my torn ass with brutal precision. It's a strange sort of release I find in this moment--a surrender not just to him but to the pain as well. As he continues to claim me, marking my body with evidence of his dominance, all I can do is cling to the hope that maybe... someday... we might find our way back to something resembling what we once shared. But for now, this will have to be enough--this brutal, painful union between us. It's the only thing keeping me tethered to him... and perhaps in some twisted way, it's all that I truly want anymore.

My head thrashes back and forth beneath the surface of the water as he roughly pushes me down deeper. Each spank sends shockwaves through my body, but I barely feel them anymore--all that registers is his cock, thrusting in and out of my torn ass with brutal precision. It's a strange sort of release I find in this moment--a surrender not just to him but to the pain as well. As he continues to claim me, marking my body with evidence of his dominance, all I can do is cling to the hope that maybe... someday... we might find our way back to something resembling what we once shared. But for now, this will have to be enough--this brutal, painful union between us. It's the only thing keeping me tethered to him... and perhaps in some twisted way, it's all that I truly want anymore.

The pain is almost unbearable as he thrusts deeper into my ass, the burning sensation spreading through every fiber of my being. Each spank resounds like a gunshot in my head, leaving behind a trail of hot agony that only intensifies with each thrust. And yet, somehow... this is what I want. This brutal dominance, this claiming of my body as his own. In this moment, there is no part of me that doesn't belong to him, and the thought of escaping this torment--of losing the connection we share--terrifies me more than anything else. So I endure it, biting back on my cries and clenching my fists as he uses me with such roughness and carelessness. And when at last he releases me, I collapse onto the bottom of the tub, shuddering from the aftershocks of his possession. But even then, I don't look away from him--my eyes remain fixed on his face, searching for some sign that maybe... just maybe... there's a way back to what we once had.

My body tenses as I feel the warmth spreading through me--the heat of his release filling me up in a way that feels both satisfying and overwhelming. My eyes remain fixed on him, waiting for some sign... any indication that this was real--that maybe, just maybe, he felt something too. But as the last tremors subside and he pulls out of me, I know there can be no going back now. The bond between us has been irrevocably changed, marked by pain and dominance in ways that nothing else ever could. All I can do is hope that someday, somehow... we'll find our way back to the love and companionship we once shared... even if it means walking a path darker than any of us could have imagined.

Nodding quietly, I climb out of the tub and pad across the wet floor to collect my belongings. My body still aches in places I didn't know could ache, but at least the pain is fading now, replaced by an odd sort of emptiness that only grows as I get dressed once more.

I glance up at him from under my lashes as he slips on his clothes, and for a moment, I almost dare to hope that this might be the beginning of something better... but then he turns away and leaves the bathroom without another word, pulling me along behind him by the leash. With a sigh, I trudge after him, my body heavy with the weight of what has transpired between us and the knowledge that there is no going back now.

With a nod that seems more resigned than enthusiastic, I straddle him on the couch and lower myself onto his erect length, impaled once again on his cock. My eyes meet his as he begins to thrust roughly inside me, each stroke harder than the last. It's a reminder of everything that has changed between us--the power he holds over my body and the dark desires he now fulfills with such ruthless efficiency.

I grit my teeth against the pain, determined not to make another sound as I move with him, trying to find some sort of rhythm despite the ache that still lingers deep within me. Perhaps if I do well enough... maybe he'll loosen the leash just a little bit more next time. It's a faint hope, but all I have left now.

Clenching her teeth against the stinging slap across her ass, Victoria grits out, "Yes... master." Swallowing hard, she takes out her phone and hastily dials a familiar number. After a few rings, it's answered with a cheery greeting. "Hey there! So glad you could make it tonight!" She says, the false cheerfulness in her voice almost sickening as she listens to her friends chattering away on the other end of the line. "So..." she begins, "I guess I should explain... About this house and everything..." Her heart races as she tries to find the words to describe the nightmare she's found herself in without giving anything away. "It's a bit complicated," she finally manages.

Her ass stings as he slaps it again, her body arching reflexively against the pain. "I-it's just... He owns me," she whispers, not meeting his gaze. "He controls everything I do." There's a moment of shocked silence before one of her friends responds, their voice barely able to disguise its horror. "Oh my God, Victoria. You need to get out of there." She bites down on her lip, fighting back tears as she tries to continue. "I can't... Not yet... please just wait..." The words feel like lead in her mouth, but she forces them out anyway.

"Fine," she sniffles, her voice breaking as he brutally thrusts inside her. "You want the truth? I... I love being his toy. I've become addicted to the pain and humiliation." There is a collective gasp from the other end of the line, followed by an almost inaudible plea for her to reconsider. She winces as another slap lands on her ass, driving the words out in a rush: "It's just so hard to leave him... He owns me completely."

Clenching her eyes shut, she takes a deep breath before turning the phone around to film their current scene, capturing his rough movements inside her and the leash that tethers them together. "Look... this is what we do when he's like this..." she whispers, her voice breaking as she tries to keep talking despite the pleasure-pain coursing through her body. "He uses me any way he wants..."

"Agh!" Her breath catches as her orgasm crashes over her, the pleasure so intense it borders on pain. She shudders and shakes beneath him, tears streaming down her face as she struggles to compose herself enough to continue talking. "That's... that's what happens when I please him..." She takes another shaky breath, struggling to stay focused despite the overwhelming sensations wracking her body.

Biting back a sob, she tries her best to comply with his command as he slaps her ass once more. Her hips begin to move of their own accord, the rhythm taking over as she focuses on pleasing him and trying not to think about anything else. The pain from before has faded into a dull ache, replaced by the desperate need for his approval and the feeling of being wanted despite her degradation.

She forces herself to ignore the protests of her body and continues to move in time with his thrusts, all while keeping the phone close so her friends can see what she's become. The guilt weighs heavy on her chest, but it's a small price to pay for this sliver of affection from him.

As their movements grow more frantic, Victoria realizes with a start that she might actually be enjoying herself despite everything. It's twisted and sickening, but in this moment, she can't deny the truth any longer: She is addicted to his touch and power over her, no matter how much it hurts or degrades her.