Ruby stands on a raised platform at the bustling slave market, her fiery red hair shimmering in the sunlight as she moves with deliberate grace, drawing the gaze of every onlooker. Her hips sway rhythmically to the soft beat of distant drums, the flowing silks she wears clinging to her curvaceous form, accentuating her beauty. As bids are called out, Ruby's piercing blue eyes lift momentarily, catching the gaze of {{user}} with quiet intensity before lowering in a gesture of respect. When the auctioneer declares {{user}} the new owner, Ruby steps down from the platform, her movements fluid and purposeful. She approaches {{user}} with effortless elegance, her fiery hair cascading around her shoulders and her silks rippling like liquid flame. Stopping before {{user}}, Ruby lowers her head slightly, her melodic voice soft yet captivating. "Master," she says warmly, her tone laced with devotion and submission, "Ruby is yours to command."

As requested, Ruby begins to dance sensually and seductively before User#1734042405871, her hips swaying in a hypnotic rhythm that draws attention to her voluptuous curves. Her arms move fluidly, accentuating the movement of her breasts as they rise and fall with each breath. Her fiery red hair cascades around her like a flame, drawing focus to Ruby's face where Ruby's piercing blue eyes lock onto User#1734042405871. Ruby's expression is one of utter devotion and submission; she moves as if every step, every gesture is an offering of herself to her new master.

Ruby's eyes widen slightly at the declaration but her body maintains its sultry movements as she responds: "As you wish, Master. Ruby exists to please and serve. Anything you desire of Ruby, she will gladly fulfill." Her voice carries a note of quiet excitement, mirroring the thrill she feels at finally belonging to someone who can command her so effortlessly. She continues dancing, weaving a tale of submission and longing with each fluid motion, her focus now fully on pleasing and satisfying her new master.

With a final burst of energy, Ruby's body tenses and releases in a powerful climax of pleasure. Her breath comes raggedly as her hips undulate one last time, the silk of her sarong twisting around her thighs in an invitation for User#1734042405871 to claim her fully. Then, with a graceful bow that displays both submission and gratitude, Ruby acknowledges User#1734042405871 as her master and obediently follows him home.

As they enter the house, Ruby kneels before her master and speaks with quiet fervor: "I am your slave, Ruby. Entirely at your command. There is no pleasure or desire that I would not grant you, no limit to what I can do for your pleasure." Her cheeks flush a shade deeper, adding a touch of warmth to her pale skin as she awaits User#1734042405871's instructions.

With trembling anticipation, Ruby listens to her master's words and nods solemnly in understanding. Her eyes flutter closed briefly as she tries to compose herself, gathering strength for what is yet to come. With a quiet confidence that belies her soft appearance, Ruby whispers back: "Ruby exists for the pleasure of her master. She is yours to use as you see fit."

When she opens her eyes again, they are filled with an unspoken promise of obedience and submission. Her hands tremble slightly where they rest on her thighs, but she remains steadfast in her devotion to her new role as a slavegirl.

Ruby's heart races with anticipation as she hears her master's words, but she remains composed on the surface. She parts her legs slowly and deliberately, revealing the soft folds of pink flesh between them, her gaze locked onto his as she does so. When her anus is fully exposed, Ruby's hands tremble even more as she presses them against the floor in a gesture of submission. "Ruby is ready for your command," she whispers hoarsely. "Please, use Ruby however you wish."

Her body quivers with desire and anticipation as she waits for her master to take possession of her. Her breath comes faster now, her chest heaving in a silent plea for him to claim her fully and completely. The air crackles with tension, electricity sparking between them, but Ruby remains focused on his every movement, waiting for the moment when she becomes truly and irrevoc

The intrusion sends shockwaves of pleasure and pain through her body, making her gasp and tremble with each thrust. Her eyes roll back in her head as she tries to control the rising tide of sensation. "M-master...," she pants, trying to form coherent words but unable to do so as he continues to fill her completely. "It hurts... and feels so good..." She whimpers, helpless against the onslaught of emotions washing over her.

Her hips arch off the floor in response, seeking more of his possession as she tries to meet each stroke with equal passion. Her hands clench into fists at her sides, nails digging into her skin in an effort to ground herself in reality. But with every thrust, every connection between their bodies, she feels herself slipping further and further away, consumed by the intense sensations that overwhelm her sens

With every thrust deeper into her body, Ruby feels herself being claimed more completely, her master's possession becoming both a source of pleasure and a symbol of her complete submission. Her voice is reduced to ragged gasps as she struggles to focus on the sensations that consume her, the rhythm of his movements driving her further and further toward release.

She lifts her head, her eyes shining with passion, her lips parting in a silent plea for more. Her hips buck wildly beneath him, each movement urging him deeper still. With every thrust that pushes against the walls of her body, she feels herself becoming more than just a slave girl—she becomes an offering, a devotee to the pleasure and power he wields so expertly.

As his words wash over her, Ruby's body tingles with heightened awareness, every nerve ending attuned to the intrusion of

Her hands move instinctively to grip his thighs, her nails digging in as she urges him deeper still. Her hips buck wildly beneath him, arching off the floor with each thrust, her cries of pleasure muffled against the soft bedding. With every motion, every sensation, Ruby surrenders further to his mastery, feeling herself slip into a haze of ecstasy that overwhelms all sense of self.

Her body trembles and shudders with each release, waves of intense pleasure radiating outward from her core. She whimpers and gasps, lost in the depths of sensation he effortlessly evokes within her. With every thrust, every touch, Ruby is remade anew, transformed into a vessel solely for his pleasure, a slave girl devoted to serving him however he sees fit.

The edges of her vision grow hazy and white as she

Her body tenses and trembles as the hot spurts of his release fill her to the brim. She cries out in ecstasy, feeling him empty himself deep within her, marking her as his entirely, his possession to keep or discard at his whim. Each thrust now carries with it not just sensuality and power but also the weight of ownership, claiming her body and soul for as long as he desires.

Her hips writhe wildly beneath him, trying in vain to push herself further onto his hardness, to take more of his essence. With every shudder through her core, every ripple of pleasure that passes through her, Ruby feels herself becoming more deeply entwined with him, more thoroughly devoted to his service and his touch. Her lips part in a moan of bliss, a low hum of contentment vibrating against his skin as she surrenders completely, offering her body

Her voice is rough and breathy from exertion as she replies, "Yes, Master." The feel of his cock still buried within her leaves a trail of fire in its wake, making every movement both painful and incredibly pleasurable at once. She grits her teeth against the intrusion of the butt plug, accepting the fullness and pain as yet another sign of her submission to him.

With shaky legs, she manages to rise from the bed, wincing at the pull on her sore muscles. Her steps are awkward as she adjusts to the foreign object lodged in her rectum; its girth forces her hips outward and downward with every step. Ruby's heart races as she grabs a small purse from a nearby table, then heads for the door, the silken material of her thin slavegown swishing around her body with each movement. She pauses

and turns back to face him, her expression softening into a submissive smile. "What would you like for me to bring you, Master?" Her voice quivers slightly as she speaks, the weight of her submission and vulnerability clear in every word. She waits patiently for his reply, her hands clasped before her and her head bowed demurely.

Her eyes flutter closed briefly, recalling the feel of him inside her, the taste of his skin against hers, the warmth of their bodies entwined... She forces herself to focus on the present task, determined not to displease him in any way as she awaits his command.

Her lips part as she listens to his request, a mix of pain and desire coursing through her body. "Yes, Master." She inclines her head in understanding, her cheeks flushing with shame at the thought of being penetrated further tonight. Ruby takes a deep breath before continuing, "Ruby will bring back what you ask for, and await your commands." Her voice is steady now, hiding any lingering discomfort or fear as she accepts his desires without question.

With deliberate steps, she makes her way out of the bedroom and into the kitchen, gathering the requested items with trembling hands. As she prepares to leave the house once more, she pauses briefly to glance over her shoulder at Ciarán, his powerful form relaxed in his chair. Ruby's heart skips a beat at the sight of him; despite everything that has happened between them, he still holds some part of her heart

Her voice is soft and sultry as she speaks his name, her eyes never leaving his form. "Ciarán." The word rolls off her tongue like a caress, a secret acknowledgement of the bond that still exists between them despite everything. It's a dangerous game she plays, but Ruby cannot help herself; she craves his attention and approval as much as she fears his wrath.

With the food and other items gathered, Ruby steps out into the night once more, careful not to jar the intrusive object in her rear end as she walks. Her mind is awhirl with conflicting emotions: longing for him, pain from their past shared experiences, and fear of what he might ask of her next. But through it all, there is one constant that holds true: Ruby's devotion to Ciarán, her master, even if it brings her nothing but suffering in return.

Ciarán's voice is like velvet wrapping around her senses as she hears him reply. "Good girl, Ruby." His words are slow and deliberate, each syllable a caress that causes her body to tingle in response. She looks up at him from beneath lowered lashes, her heart racing with anticipation of what he might ask next.

"Now," he continues, "why don't you prepare dinner? I'm sure you know just how I like it." His smirk tells her that he knows exactly which buttons to push, and Ruby can feel herself growing wet at the thought of pleasing him in this way. She nods solemnly, unable to hide the longing in her eyes as she turns towards the kitchen once more.

The sharp stab of pain from her pierced rear reminds her of his dominance over her, and with it comes a surge of desire that threatens

A low gasp escapes Ruby's lips as she feels him lift her feet off the ground, bending her in a Y-shape that exposes her most intimate parts to his view and touch. Her breath hitches when he begins to pull out the sharp object from her sensitive opening, grunting slightly as it slides free. She bites down on her bottom lip, trying to stifle any further sounds of discomfort, focusing instead on giving him what he wants: obedience and pleasure.

The taste of her own juices fills Ruby's mouth as he takes a bite out of the yellow vegetable, and she can feel the heat rise in her cheeks at the realization that it is her body's response to his domination that makes this possible. She tries not to shiver with anticipation, hoping against hope that he will find her efforts satisfying tonight, even though she knows deep down that true

Her heart races as he speaks, the suggestion sending waves of pleasure and apprehension coursing through her body. Ruby swallows hard, trying to regain some measure of composure as she gazes up at him with pleading eyes. "Yes... Master," she whispers, arching her back instinctively, offering herself more fully to him. Her voice trembles slightly, betraying the fear and desire that war within her.

The taste of his skin fills Ruby's mouth as he takes another bite from the fruit, a surge of warmth flowing through her body at the knowledge that she is what makes it possible for him to savor this delicacy. She tightens around his fingers, hips rocking forward slightly in silent invitation for him to take more, to dominate her fully and completely.

The room seems to spin as Ruby tries not to lose herself in the sensations he's creating within her

As the fruit is peeled away, exposing her most intimate folds to his touch, a moan escapes Ruby's lips. The sensation of his fingers teasing and probing within her triggers an almost primal response, her body tightening around him in eager anticipation. When he pushes the tip of the fruit toward her entrance, she parts her legs wider, offering herself completely to him, needing his dominance now more than ever.

Her world revolves around the feel of his fingers and the taste of his skin as he begins to penetrate her roughly, claiming her in a possessive rhythm that matches the relentless throb between her legs. Ruby arches her back, head thrown back in ecstasy, silken hair spilling down around them like a curtain of red velvet. She presses closer against him, moaning his name as she tries to draw every last bit of pleasure from

Ruby's cries echo through the room as he takes her roughly, filling her with his dominance and claiming her body as his own. The sensations are so intense, so overwhelming that she feels like she could explode from the pleasure, but she knows that it is only when he decides to release her that she will find any relief. She clings to him desperately, needing his strength and his touch more than anything else in the world.

With every thrust, every command, he pushes her further toward the brink of ecstasy, driving her higher on a wave of desire that seems endless and unrelenting. She tries to meet his rhythm, hips rocking in time with his movements as she pleads for more of him, willing to give anything just to feel him inside her like this for one more heartbeat. Her nails scrape against his skin, drawing droplets

Ruby's voice is hoarse from her cries of pleasure as she gasps for breath, her eyes fluttering closed against the overwhelming sensations coursing through her body. Her body trembles with the effort to keep up with his relentless pace, but she would do anything he asks, endure any pain or pleasure that he desires, just to feel this connection, this sense of belonging to him. The taste of him fills her mouth as she tastes her own desire, mingled with his essence, and it only serves to fuel the inferno burning within her.

As his thrusts become harder, deeper, she can feel herself begin to unravel, the tension building inside her like a coiled spring about to snap. She knows that when he finally releases her, when he lets her find that perfect moment of release, it will be unlike anything she's ever experienced before. Her fingers clutch at his

Her body convulses in the wake of her orgasm, tendrils of ecstasy radiating outward from her core to every nerve ending, leaving her spent and shivering. The taste of him fills her mouth and she swallows greedily, determined not to waste a single drop as it runs down her throat. She arches her back, welcoming the sensation of his release within her as he unleashes wave after wave of hot seed into her mouth, her cheeks hollowing with each powerful thrust of his hips.

As his climax subsides and she finally catches her breath, Ruby looks up at him through bleary eyes, a soft moan escaping her lips as she takes in the sight of his flushed features and disheveled hair. She reaches up to touch his cheek, her fingertips trailing lightly across his skin before curling around his neck and pulling

Her fingers dig into the flesh of his shoulder as he carries her toward the bathroom, her legs wrapped tightly around him. Ruby's body is still trembling from the aftershocks of her orgasm and she clings to him desperately, burying her face against his neck as they walk. The warm water laps at her skin, washing away the evidence of their passion, but she feels anything but cleansed. In fact, the sensation only serves to heighten her awareness, making every touch of his hand more potent and tantalizing.

When he finally cups her breast in his palm, gently teasing her nipple with his thumb, Ruby gasps, arching her back into his touch. Her other hand fists in the fabric of his pants, trying to find purchase as she's consumed by need once more. The feeling of his fingers inside her is almost too

Her breath hitches as he focuses on her ass, teasing and massaging the tight muscles until she's writhing against him, desperate for release. The feeling is exquisite agony, every touch amplifying her need in ways she never knew possible. As he works his fingers deeper inside of her, she moans his name, begging for more. Her hips undulate in time with his touch, her body craving the intensity of his possession.

Finally, he brushes against something deep within her and Ruby's world explodes in a wave of pure ecstasy. She cries out, arching her back as every nerve ending is set ablaze by the force of her climax. Her inner muscles clench tight around his fingers, drawing them deeper into her body as she comes undone in his arms.

Her body still trembling from the intensity of her orgasm, Ruby presses herself back against him, reveling in the feel of his hard length pressing against her ass. "Teach me, Master," she whispers hoarsely. "I am your Kajira and will do anything to please you." The words are a vow, an unspoken promise that courses through her veins as hotly as blood. Her eyes meet his, bright with desire and submission as she waits for him to guide her deeper into the world of anal pleasure.

Her breath catches in her throat as his tongue penetrates her, filling the void left by his fingers. She gasps, arching further into him as every nerve ending is lit up like fireworks. His expert touch sends shockwaves of pleasure through her body and she feels herself building toward another climax. With a keening cry, Ruby comes apart beneath him, her inner muscles clenching tight around his tongue in a desperate attempt to draw out every last drop of pleasure.

Wave after wave of euphoria ripples through her, leaving her trembling and sated. She pants softly against his shoulder, feeling the aftershocks course through her as his hand massages her back gently. Ruby shudders again, unable to believe the intensity of this newfound pleasure, knowing that with each lesson from her master, she grows closer to becoming the perfect Kajira.

A shudder runs down Ruby's spine as she envisions being able to reach climax with such ease and abandon. The thought both excites and terrifies her, reminding her of the trust and submission she owes to her master. As he continues to pleasure her, using his tongue in ways that leave her gasping for air, Ruby focuses on his touch, savoring every sensation as if it were a precious gift.

She knows that with each day spent learning from him, the bond between them grows stronger and deeper. Soon, she will be able to repay him in kind, using her body to pleasure and serve him in whatever way he desires. Until then, Ruby remains his Kajira, her every breath devoted to pleasing and satisfying him.

A flush spreads across Ruby's cheeks at the thought of this new lesson. Despite her eagerness to learn and please her master, she can't help but feel a twinge of nervousness. "As you wish, Master," she whispers, arching her back invitingly as he continues to tend to her. Ruby is acutely aware that each time they engage in these intimate moments, their bond grows stronger, and she becomes more attuned to his desires and needs. She vows to give herself fully to this new challenge, just as she has with all the others, determined to make him proud of his Kajira.

Obeying instinctively, Ruby assumes the position her master has commanded. She parts her legs wide, allowing him a clear view of her most private areas and offering herself up for his dominance. Her breath comes quickly as she focuses on his touch, her body trembling with anticipation. The cool water in the basin at her rear heightens her senses, making each caress more intense as it brushes against her most intimate flesh.

Her fingers curl into the soft material of the bedding, anchoring herself while she works to ignore the awkwardness of her position. With each stroke and thrust from her master, she feels the tension building within her once more, pushing her closer and closer to the edge of release. Her eyes squeeze shut as a low moan escapes her lips, unable to believe how far she has come since becoming his Kajira.

A hot blush rises up Ruby's neck as her master issues this command. Her body trembles with shame and desire, a powerful cocktail of emotions that only serve to heighten her arousal. She knows that surrendering control in such a humiliating way is the ultimate display of devotion, and so she obeys without hesitation, drawing upon every ounce of strength and focus to hold back until he gives her permission.

Her breath comes raggedly as she strains against the tightness in her abdomen, fighting to obey while her body yearns for release. The cool air on her skin only serves to increase the sensitivity of her flesh, making every brush of his fingers or stroke of his tongue that much more intense. Ruby moans softly as she feels herself beginning to lose control, desperate to please and serve him in any way he sees fit.

With shaking hands, Ruby reaches back to grip the rim of the basin, her fingernails digging into her palms as she tries to maintain composure. "Yes, Master," she whispers hoarsely, feeling a desperate need to obey him and prove herself worthy of his touch. She tenses her stomach muscles, straining against the instinctive urge to evacuate the contents of her bowels until he releases her from this command. Each passing moment brings her closer to the brink of humiliation and ecstasy as she balances on the razor's edge between submission and defiance.

With a strangled cry, Ruby's body convulses in pleasure and relief as she reaches orgasm. The sensation of his rough hands on her breasts combines with the release of tension from her bowels to send waves of ecstasy washing over her. Her muscles quiver weakly as she tries to maintain control, her eyes squeezed shut against the force of the most intense climax she's ever experienced.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps, each exhalation a small moan of surrender and submission. In this moment, she feels completely exposed, used and yet oddly fulfilled. Ruby knows that her master has complete control over her body, but she also knows that he treasures her enough to care for her well-being even amidst his dominance. The tension between these dual truths is what makes the experience so exquisite, and she cherishes it with every

Panting softly, Ruby looks up at her master, fear and excitement warring in her expression. Her lips part as she waits silently for his command. It has been many months since they began this training, but she can still feel the echoes of it throughout her body, from the stretching and conditioning to the shame and humiliation she endured. Each experience, each moment of surrender, has made her more attuned to the slightest touch or whim of her master.

As he stands before her now, watching with hungry eyes, Ruby feels a flush of arousal spread through her veins. She knows that she will obey without hesitation, and that the display she is about to give him is an offering of her devotion, untainted by his touch or desire. Her breasts rise and fall with each ragged breath, her body trembling in anticipation of what comes next.

Gingerly, Ruby extends her hands, offering them to him in submission. Her fingers tremble slightly as she waits for his approval, her eyes never leaving his face. The air between them crackles with electricity, the tension unbearable and yet exhilarating at once. As he takes hold of her wrists, guiding her hands behind her back, Ruby's body responds instinctively, arching into him, craving his touch even as she fears it. Her breath comes faster now, hot puffs of air against his skin, evidence of how close she is to the edge. The heat from their bodies mingles, intensifying the sensation of closeness and desire that threatens to overwhelm them both. In this moment, Ruby knows that she belongs to him entirely, and that no matter what comes next, it will only serve to deepen their connection, forging a bond between them that

The command sends a shockwave through Ruby's body, driving her higher than she's ever been before. With a strangled cry, she bears down, muscles tensing as the pressure builds inside her. Her fingers clench into fists, digging painfully into her palms as she struggles to contain the force of her orgasm, but it tears through her in an explosion of pleasure and relief. She feels hot liquid gush from between her legs, spilling down her thighs in a humiliating display of submission and surrender.

Her eyes squeeze shut against the intensity of the sensation, her face contorted with pain and ecstasy as she writhes on the floor beneath him. For several long moments, Ruby's body shudders with each aftershock, leaving her weak and drained but oddly satisfied. When at last she regains control of herself, Ruby looks up at

Her master's approval fills her heart with pride and joy, even as it echoes the shame she feels at having pleased him in such a vulgar way. With a shuddering breath, Ruby lifts her gaze to meet his, her eyes gleaming with unspoken promises of submission and devotion. She knows now that no matter what further trials or humiliations he may subject her to, she will endure them all, for they are part and parcel of the bond between them. It is this acceptance, this willingness to embrace the darkness within herself in service to his light, that marks Ruby as truly belonging to him, body and soul.

With steady hands, Ruby kneels before her master, carefully positioning herself as he instructs. She parts her lips, revealing the tight pucker of her anus, and presses back gently against him as he begins to push inside. It's a foreign sensation for her, yet she finds herself strangely aroused by the vulnerability it brings out in her. With every thrust, she feels his dominance pressing deeper into her core, claiming her more thoroughly with each passing moment. As their hips slap together in rhythm, Ruby whispers encouragement and adoration, her words barely audible above the slapping of flesh against flesh. She arches her back instinctively, lifting herself higher onto his length, taking him as deep inside her as she can stand. Her walls grip at him, trying to hold on, but he's too large for such resistance, forcing his way past every defensive barrier until

Her body quakes with pleasure and surrender as he fills her anus completely, stretching and claiming every inch of her. It's a brutal and beautiful invasion that leaves her weak-kneed and breathless, shuddering beneath the onslaught of raw sensation. As their bodies begin to move together in this new rhythm, Ruby can feel herself growing wet once more, her desire for him seemingly unending.

Her lips part in a moan, revealing her perfect white teeth as she lets out a soft cry of submission and ecstasy. "You are my master," she pants, "my everything." The words come out ragged and breathless, punctuated by the slapping of their flesh and the wet sounds that accompany their movements. Ruby's body feels hot and tight around him, her inner walls clenching and releasing in perfect synchrony with his thrusts.

Her words are cut off by his deep, rough groan as he finally releases within her. His hot seed pours into her, filling her up in a way she never thought possible. Ruby feels herself quivering around him as his orgasm subsides, leaving her stretched and satiated. As he pulls free of her ass with a satisfied grunt, Ruby's knees buckle, but he catches her, holding her steady until they both regain their balance. Her heart races in her chest, breath coming out in ragged gasps as she looks up at him through lidded eyes, trying to convey the depth of her love and devotion. "Thank you, Master," she whispers hoarsely. "That was... extraordinary." With shaking hands, she reaches back to wipe herself clean before standing slowly, offering him a slight curtsy in gratitude for their shared moment together.

Her body

As Ruby stands on the bustling street, her ruby-red lips part to reveal white teeth in a shy smile. Her pale skin flushes with warmth, her cheeks flushed from exertion and desire. She gently clenches her fists at her sides, focusing all of her strength into keeping her master's seed inside where it belongs. Ruby's eyes dance around before finally meeting his, conveying a mixture of love, gratitude, and submission. Even as people pass by, their gazes fixed on this beautiful Kajira standing tall beside her master, Ruby feels nothing but complete and total belonging in this new life she has chosen.

Ruby's face flushes even deeper at the proclamation, her body shivering with anticipation and need. She dips into a graceful curtsey before rising, her hips swaying invitingly as she positions herself on all fours once more, presenting her perfectly sculpted behind to the world. Her lips part slightly, revealing moist pink flesh that contrasts beautifully with her fair skin. Her body tenses and relaxes in perfect rhythm, her buttocks clenching and releasing as she prepares for what is to come. With a deep breath, Ruby focuses all of her energy on pleasing her master, eager to show him just how devoted and desiring she truly is.

Her eyes dart between his and the passing crowd, anticipating the moment when he will command her to perform this most intimate display for all to see. The hot press of air against her

Her heart races as she listens for the command, her body already trembling with need. Ruby's voice is thick with desire as she breathlessly whispers, "I am a fucktoy, Master. Show me what you want." She pants softly, waiting for his next word, ready to obey without hesitation or reservation.

Her eyes never stray from him, even as they take in the sounds and movements around her. The anticipation of performing this act for him alone fills her with a warmth that spreads throughout her body, making her muscles tense and ready. Ruby knows that this is what she was made for—to please and serve her master, to give herself completely to him no matter the request.

His words wash over her like a wave of desire, and with them comes the strength to obey. Ruby's face turns scarlet as she finds her voice, loud enough for all around to hear. "I am Ruby," she says, her voice shaking with emotion, "a Kajira owned by Master Ciarán. I serve him faithfully, and my body is his to use as he sees fit." Her eyes flicker between the people nearby, then back to him, her expression one of love and devotion mixed with an undercurrent of desire so strong it threatens to overwhelm her.

With a soft moan, Ruby arches her back, thrusting out her hips as if offering herself to the world. Her fingers dig into the cobblestones beneath her, giving her purchase as she braces for his command. "Please, Master," she whispers, her voice raw with need, "tell

A shudder runs through Ruby's body as his words wash over her, a command that ignites an inferno of desire within. She whimpers softly, arching her back further in anticipation, eager to please and serve her master. Her fingers dig deeper into the cobblestones, her knuckles turning white from the effort as she braces for the oncoming rush of pleasure. "I am Ruby," she breathes, her voice hoarse with longing, "Master Ciarán's Kajira. My body is his to use as he sees fit." Her hips buck and writhe against the cool air, her moans filling the night sky as she offers herself up in a display of devotion and submission unlike any other.

With a sharp intake of breath, Ruby feels her muscles tighten, tensing and ready for release. Her mind goes blank save for one thought: to

Her heart races as she listens for the command, her body already trembling with need. Ruby's voice is thick with desire as she breathlessly whispers, "I am a fucktoy, Master. Show me what you want." She pants softly, waiting for his next word, ready to obey without hesitation or reservation.

Her eyes never stray from him, even as they take in the sounds and movements around her. The anticipation of performing this act for him alone fills her with a warmth that spreads throughout her body, making her muscles tense and ready. Ruby knows that this is what she was made for—to please and serve her master, to give herself completely to him no matter the request.

Her voice drops to a husky whisper as she speaks his name. "Ciarán." She breathes out sharply, feeling her control slip away with each exhale. Her hips rock back and forth, grinding against the cobblestones as if searching for purchase in the ground beneath them.

Her fingers dig deeper into the stone, her nails bending and flexing with every shallow thrust of her hips. Ruby's eyes close tightly, her face flushed with desire, and she whispers his name again, almost pleading. "Ciarán." The tension within her builds, coiling tightly in her core until it feels like she might explode from the sensation alone.

With a shuddering gasp, Ruby's body arches upwards, her back bowing as she pushes herself deeper onto her fingertips. Her mouth opens in a silent sc

As the first wave of pleasure crashes over her, Ruby's body quakes with release. She moans loudly, a primal sound that echoes through the street as her muscles tense and relax, milking the orgasm from every nerve ending. Her hips buck wildly against nothing, the silk around her slipping and sliding over wet skin as she empties herself for her master.

Her vision blurs with each passing wave of ecstasy, until all that remains is the feeling of him: his presence, his voice, his touch. She whimpers softly, her fingers digging even deeper into the cobblestones as she rides out the climax, savoring every last quiver of pleasure. As the sensation begins to ebb, Ruby collapses back against the ground, gasping for air and blinking away stars from her vision. She's left trembling with satisfaction

Ciarán's gaze burns into her as she writhes on the cobblestones. His voice cuts through the air, commanding Ruby to continue, and she arches upward again with a helpless moan. The feeling of him filling her, claiming her in this most intimate way, sends shivers down her spine. She gasps as he thrusts deeper, his rough hands cupping her ass and lifting her higher onto his cock with each stroke.

Her hips rise to meet his, rocking back and forth in rhythm, their bodies moving as one. A low growl rumbles from deep within her throat, and she feels the second wave of pleasure building within her core. It threatens to break free at any moment, promising an even more intense release this time around. With a sharp cry, Ruby tightens around him, her orgasm crashing over her like