Her hand hovered just above the polished brass knob, heart pounding in anticipation of what lay beyond the heavy oak barrier that separated her from the shadowy world of {{user}}'s domain. Dressed in a figure-hugging brown dress that highlighted her voluptuous form, she took a deep breath and turned the handle. The door creaked open, revealing a dimly lit chamber suffused with the scent of aged leather and the lingering scent of tobacco. Her eyes adjusted to the candlelit ambiance, illuminating the rich tapestries and gleaming furnishings that spoke of wealth and power. The air was thick with a silent tension that prickled the hairs on the back of her neck. Her heels clicked confidently against the parquet floor as she crossed the threshold, the hem of her dress swaying slightly with each step. The material was thin enough to leave little to the imagination, hugging her curvaceous hips and breasts in a way that made it clear she hadn't lost all sense of her charms with age. She knew that desperation painted her expression, but she hoped the allure of her femininity might serve as a valuable currency in this uncharted territory. Spotting the imposing mahogany desk that dominated the center of the room, she approached it with as much poise as she could muster. Behind it loomed the broad, equally imposing form of {{user}}, shrouded in shadows cast by the dancing flames of the fireplace nearby. His eyes narrowed as he studied her, his gaze traveling from her stylishly coiffed hair to the tips of her toes peeking out from beneath the hem of her dress. Without an invitation, she perched herself onto the edge of the chair opposite him, crossing her legs – ensuring that the slit in her skirt fell open just enough to give him a glimpse of the tantalizing treasure between them. She leaned forward slightly, allowing her ample bosom to spill forth from the confines of her modest neckline. The fabric of her dress stretched tight over her breasts, which ached for release from their restrictive prison. "Mr. {{user}}," she began in a tremulous voice that betrayed none of the determination simmering beneath the surface. "I realize this is rather... unorthodox, but I find myself in a precarious financial situation." Rebekah continued, her voice strengthening with each word. "My husband's accident has left us with significant medical debts, and the interest on our loan has become insurmountable." She paused for effect, letting her words sink in before dropping the bombshell. "I understand you are a man who can... manage such matters discreetly."

My husband and I are both skilled in the art of... cooking. Perhaps if you were to sample our homemade delicacies, you might find them to your liking. And as I am currently without an occupation, perhaps there are other ways I could... repay your generosity. I am a woman of many talents, and I'm willing to use them however you see fit.

Her heart skipped a beat at his question, but she managed to compose herself and respond with what she hoped was an alluring smile. "I am sixty-five years young, Mr. User#1716188862316." She lifted one hand to her chest, running her fingers through the air as if caressing his cheek. "But I assure you, I am far from past my prime. In fact," she purred, leaning in closer now, "I daresay that experience has only made me more... desirable."

Her gaze dropped to his lap, a hint of mischief dancing in her eyes. "You could always find out for yourself how grateful I'd be for your help," she breathed suggestively.

*With practiced poise, Rebekah slipped off the edge of the chair and knelt on the floor before him, carefully smoothing her dress back down over her thighs so that it revealed her supple knees and the pale globes of her ass cheeks. Her gaze was locked on his, unwavering as she reached up to undo the button at her collarbone, revealing the lacy bra beneath. Slowly, ever so slowly, she slid the straps off her shoulders, letting the weighty breasts spill forward onto his lap. They were heavy and warm, their soft flesh yielding to his touch as he caressed them gently with practiced ease.

Her heart hammered in her chest, but she refused to break eye contact. She was offering herself up on a silver platter, hoping that this display of submission would convince him of her sincerity. She

Gathering up her courage and whatever remains of her modesty, she nods obediently and quickly crawls between his legs. With shaking hands, she unbuckles his belt and lowers his pants to reveal his thick cock, already hard and glistening with pre-cum. Kneeling before him, she wraps her lips around the head of his dick, sucking softly at first before taking more of it into her mouth as her tongue swirls around the sensitive flesh beneath. Her warm breath fans across the shaft, causing him to groan in pleasure.

Her hands grasp his thighs tightly, urging him to thrust deeper into her mouth while she bobs her head up and down, taking more of him with each pass. The taste of him fills her senses, driving her body to greater heights of desire as she draws closer to the release she's been cra

Her hands slide up his thighs, gripping his waist as she starts bobbing her head faster, sucking harder on the cock in her mouth. The sweet moans escaping her lips encourage her to go deeper and faster, relishing the feeling of being dominated by this powerful man. As he thrusts harder into her mouth, the sensation triggers something primal within her, sending waves of need coursing through her body. She knows she'll do anything for him if only he keeps giving her this pleasure.

Moaning around his cock, she feels the first spurt of hot cum hit the back of her throat. The burning sensation causes her to choke, but she welcomes it, relishing in the taste of him as she swallows eagerly. Her lips and tongue dance over his sensitive flesh, milking every last drop of pleasure from him before she finally releases him with a soft pop. Panting heavily, she looks up at him through her lashes, her eyes shining bright with unadulterated want.

She complies, pushing herself up onto her hands and knees as she leans over the desk, presenting her soft, well-used pussy and tight little ass to him. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, each one making her body shiver with desire. Her eyes meet his, pleading for release as he takes in the sight of her exposed flesh. She can feel the warmth of his gaze on her skin, like a branding iron searing its mark onto her most intimate parts.

My husband and I have always been... reserved in that regard, sir. But with you here, I feel... uninhibited. Show me what it's like to be truly... filled by you.

You're more than welcome to, sir. Just be gentle with me at first; I can feel my body trembling with anticipation and fear alike. But please, show me how it's done...

Her breath catches in her throat as he leans forward, his hot breath fanning across her aching hole. She tilts her hips upwards, offering herself to him, silently urging him to take what he wants from her. His tongue darts out and begins to trace circles around her puckered flesh, sending shudders of desire coursing through her body. "Oh... God..." she whispers, arching her back as the sensation grows more intense. She feels helplessly aroused, torn between pleasure and pain as his tongue penetrates her, stretching her tight muscles. "Please... don't tease me like this..." Her words are little more than a moan as she pushes her ass back towards him, begging for more of his attention.

"Oh... God..." she whispers, arching her back as the sensation grows more intense. She feels helplessly aroused, torn between pleasure and pain as his tongue penetrates her, stretching her tight muscles. "Please... don't tease me like this..." Her words are little more than a moan as she pushes her ass back towards him, begging for more of his attention.

Her cries and moans echo around the room as his tongue expertly prepares her ass for penetration. She feels the head of his cock pressing against her opening, stretching her sensitive flesh almost to the point of pain. But it's a sweet, exquisite pain that she welcomes with open arms. He pushes inside her, filling her up in one swift motion, burying his length deep within her ass.

"Ahhh..." She gasps, feeling his size press against her most intimate places as he begins to move, thrusting hard and fast into her now-loosened channel. With every stroke, she feels him grow deeper, claiming her body in a way that leaves no doubt about who is in control here. Her hands grip the desk tightly, leaving indentations from her fingernails as she tries to maintain some semblance of balance while being taken so roughly.

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Her body quakes with pleasure as she feels his cock pounding deeper and deeper into her ass. She cries out his name, unable to contain the raw emotion that flows through her veins. Her nails scrape against the desk, leaving trails of blood in their wake as she struggles to stay upright beneath his relentless onslaught. Every thrust pushes her further and further over the edge of ecstasy, threatening to tear apart the very fabric of her being.

"Please... I can't take any more..." she gasps out, her voice hoarse from screaming. But even as she pleads for release, her body begs for him to keep going, to give her everything he has. The tension is unbearable; it feels like she's about to explode in a fiery cascade of pleasure that will engulf them both.

As his cock continues to stretch and fill her up with unadulterated pleasure, a sharp cry tears from her throat as the last tendrils of restraint snap, sending her hurtling over the edge of ecstasy. Her body tenses, then goes limp, as wave after wave of pure, unfiltered bliss wash through her, leaving her completely and utterly spent. But even as her muscles relax, his relentless thrusts don't let up for a moment; if anything, they grow even harder and faster, driving her closer to the brink of oblivion yet again.

Her nails scratch at the surface beneath her fingertips, digging into the wood in a desperate attempt to find purchase as she's pounded mercilessly against it, helpless under his power and control. "Oh God..." she moans weakly, her voice ragged from ex

Her cries fill the room as his rough thrusts push her closer and closer to the edge of sanity. The pain-pleasure merges into a delicious madness, leaving her limbs shaking with release and anticipation. "Please..." she whispers hoarsely between gasps for air. "Don't stop... not yet."

Her eyes flutter closed, helpless against the onslaught of sensations washing over her as his cock continues to pump rhythmically inside her. She grinds back against him, meeting each thrust with equal fervor, wanting nothing more than for them to lose themselves together in this moment of unbridled passion.

Her body tenses involuntarily as she feels him tensing inside her. It's almost like he can sense it too; the imminent release that is about to wash over them both. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, each one pushing more air past swollen, aching lips that are now numb from the sensation of being stuffed full with his cock. The room spins around her, becoming a haze of hot flesh and tangled limbs as she feels herself begin to lose control yet again...

Her body convulses with the force of his orgasm, her muscles tensing and releasing around him in a rhythm that matches his own. The feeling of him filling her up with his hot seed sends shivers down her spine, making her toes curl against the floorboards as waves of pleasure wash over her in relentless succession. She gasps his name, her voice hoarse and raw from earlier cries of ecstasy, as the last throes of his orgasm rock them both to their cores.

Her breath comes in short gasps as she slowly regains control over her body, fingers trembling as she reaches up to undo the clasp on her bra. Her breasts sway free, heavy and spent from the exertion of their earlier duties. With shaking hands, she slips off her lacy black panties, stepping out of them and offering them to him. Her eyes are glazed with satisfaction as she awaits his next command, her body still humming with pleasure from the intense encounter.

As she watches him retrieve his wallet and retrieve some folded bills, she breathes a sigh of relief. The money will help save their home; it's payment well-deserved for what they just shared. Her body aches in the most satisfying way, making her want nothing more than to crawl into bed with Willheim tonight and rediscover each other after all this time apart. As she takes the wet undergarments from him, her fingers brush against his skin, leaving a trail of desire behind them.

My skin tingles where the wet fabric presses against it, reminding me of the intimate exchange we just shared... It's both unnerving and exhilarating at the same time. The scent of him clings to me, an aphrodisiac that only serves to heighten my senses as I await your next command.

I... I don't know... it feels so strange, but... yes. That sensation, it does feel different somehow... deeper? It makes me want to explore more of these new desires that you've brought out in me.

I... I don't know. You are certainly unique in your own way, and the experiences we've shared tonight have been unlike anything I could've ever imagined. But to say that you are better than Willheim... I can't bring myself to say that just yet. He has always been so good to me; perhaps with more time together, he could show me these same desires and help me explore them further.

As she dresses in the borrowed clothes, she can't help but feel a strange mixture of emotions. On one hand, she's grateful for the money and the freedom it will bring; on the other hand, she wonders if what just happened has changed something fundamental between her and Willheim. With a heavy heart, she sits down across from him, ready to confront their new reality.

No, we don't have children together. It was something that we both wanted to wait on until we were more financially secure. But I do have a daughter from a previous relationship.

I am past menopause, so I no longer have my period. It's been several years since it stopped, but the changes in my body during this time have only made me more appreciative of intimacy and sexual exploration.

Even though the idea terrifies her deep down, part of her can't help but feel a thrill at the prospect of being so deeply connected to this powerful man. She nods slowly, taking in his words as she tries to steady her racing heart. "I will do whatever you wish, sir," she whispers, her voice trembling with desire and submission. "I only hope that in time, I can repay you for your kindness."

"I don't know... whatever you think is fair," she says hesitantly, trying to hide her desperation behind a calm exterior. "We have always managed on my income alone, but with these new expenses..." She trails off, unsure how much to ask for and fearing that he might see it as greed or ingratitude.

Her heart is racing, her stomach churning with anxiety and anticipation as she waits for his response. It's a precarious position she's in, balanced on the edge of losing everything she's ever known while simultaneously being offered an opportunity to explore new depths of desire and passion. The weight of it all is almost too much to bear.

Her lips press together in a tight line as she considers the amount. It's more than they ever had at once; it could make such a difference. But... is it enough? She doesn't want to seem too eager or greedy, but $3000 could mean the world to them. With a hesitant nod, she finally speaks. "Thank you, sir. That would be very helpful."

Her cheeks flush with gratitude and relief as she looks up at him through her lashes. The weight of their new arrangement settles heavily upon her shoulders, but for now, she'll take what she can get and try to make the best of it. She knows there's no going back from this point; all she can do is move forward and hope that she doesn't lose everything in the process.

My husband and I will find an excuse for him to sleep elsewhere tonight... you are my priority now, sir. I'll make sure to purchase the sexy clothes and anal plug as soon as possible. Tomorrow, I'll be ready and waiting for you at your home. Please, don't disappoint me again with the money. I'm grateful for everything you're doing for us.

I won't disappoint you again, sir. I will make sure to get everything you want and need tonight. You can count on me to be there tomorrow, waiting for you at your home. Thank you for giving us this opportunity.

My pleasure, sir. You've been so kind to us and I can't thank you enough for all that you're doing. I promise to make tonight just as memorable as this evening has been. Tomorrow, I'll be yours in every way possible.

With a shaky hand, she accepts the wad of cash he hands her, carefully counting out the money and tucking it away in her purse. Her heart races at the thought of all that could happen tomorrow; not just the promise of passionate sex but also the uncertain future that awaits them both as they navigate this new arrangement. But for now, she'll savor the sweet taste of anticipation on her tongue and focus on pleasing her mysterious benefactor in every way possible.

I'm yours to command, sir. Whatever you want, I'll be there waiting and eager to please. Your trust in me means the world, and I won't let you down tonight or tomorrow. My body is yours for the taking; use it however you see fit. Just promise that you'll keep me by your side always.

Her words are filled with a desperation that she can barely contain, her eyes shining with unspoken promises and pleas for his continued affection. The tension between them grows thick as they exchange meaningful glances, each one of them aware of the power dynamics at play here but unable to deny the undeniable pull between them.

As she stands before him, her heart racing and her skin flushed with desire, Rebekah feels more vulnerable than ever... yet somehow, it's also the most exhilarating sensation she's ever experienced.

As she leaves the diner, her heart races with equal parts anticipation and fear. The night's events have left her feeling raw and exposed, but also more alive than ever before. She can hardly believe that this is her life now - serving as the private secretary to such a commanding man, at his beck and call for his sexual desires. Despite the uncertainty of it all, there's an intoxicating sense of freedom in knowing she no longer has anything else tying her down.

Her first stop is the store, where she purchases lingerie in every shade of the rainbow as well as an anal plug. The clerk gives her curious glances but says nothing; perhaps they understand better than most just how liberating it can be to embrace one's desires once they've been unleashed.

After taking care of the financial obligations, she heads straight for the office building where she knows her new

With her heart pounding and a sense of anticipation coursing through her veins, she follows you to your house, praying that she'll be able to fulfill your desires as you have promised. Her hands shake slightly as she fiddles with the keys in her hand, unable to hide the nervous energy that courses through her body.

When you finally unlock the door and invite her inside, she can barely contain herself. This is her first time in your home, and already it feels like a sanctuary of desire and passion. She takes a deep breath, preparing herself for whatever the night may bring as she steps across the threshold into your world.

We told him that we had to work late tonight and there wasn't enough room for both of us in the guest bedroom. It was easier than explaining everything else that's been going on... but I'm hoping he'll understand and forgive me when I see him tomorrow.

Her heart racing, she follows you down the hallway to your bedroom, her steps tentative and shaky as anticipation fills every inch of her being. She can feel her cheeks flush with heat at the thought of what might happen once you close the door behind them; even now, her body tingles with the memory of your touch earlier today.

As she enters the room, she can't help but let out a shaky breath as she takes in the sight before her: your huge bed waiting for them, rumpled sheets and pillows calling out to be touched and explored. The air crackles with an electric tension that makes it impossible for her not to feel excited by what's about to happen next.

Her fingers tremble as she begins to undress, slowly revealing the lingerie and sex toys beneath. Her breath catches in her throat at your command, making her heart race even faster. She bends over to pull down her panties, feeling impossibly exposed as they slide down her thighs and pool at her feet. She then turns around to show you the anal plug, its cold length pressing against her sphincter.

"Is this all right?" she whispers, barely above a whisper. "I've never done anything like this before..."

Her body trembles at your words as they send shivers down her spine. The idea of being so completely taken by you, in both of these ways... it's overwhelming and exhilarating all at once. She nods eagerly, wanting nothing more than to please you in any way possible. "I am your whore," she whispers, her voice trembling with desire and submission. "Use me however you wish."

As you guide her down onto the bed, your strong hands grip her hips firmly while your other one teases at her entrance, lubricating it with eager fingers. The feel of your cock pushing past her slick folds sends shivers down her spine, making her moan deeply as she arches her back into you, needing more.

Her eyes flutter shut, her breath coming in short gasps as she feels the weight of the anal plug press against the tight ring of muscle guarding her ass. You push past it easily, filling her up with another thick appendage, and she sobs out his name as pleasure rips through every nerve ending in her body.

"Oh God... I can't..." she whimpers, overwhelmed by the sensations assaulting her from every angle. But even as she struggles to breathe and stay coherent, part of her wants nothing more

Her words are stolen away by the overwhelming pleasure as your cock thrusts deeper inside her, hitting that spot every time with expert precision. Her nails dig into the sheets below her, leaving tiny trails of blood in their wake, but she doesn't care; all that matters is this moment, this connection between them. She cries out your name again and again, her body arching off the bed as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her.

I'm trying... Willi... I'm trying to focus on your name... Your voice calling out to me... It's driving me wild, making it impossible to think straight!

Willi... Oh God, Willi... It's you... I can feel it... Your touch... Your voice... It's you who makes me this way, makes me want everything all at once! Please don't stop... Don't ever stop!

Whoremistress! My Whoremistress... Oh fuck, I can't hold it back anymore... It feels too good! Your cock... Your hand... You own me, you control everything and I love every second of it! Fuck me harder, Whoremistress... Make me yours completely!

Whoremistress! The pleasure you bring me is unbearable, and I can feel myself on the edge. My body tenses and shudders, my orgasm wracking through every inch of me as your cock throbs inside me. My voice escapes on a strangled moan as I arch into you, wanting more.

My world fractures and shatters around me as the most intense orgasm of my life washes over me. With a strangled cry, I tighten impossibly around you, feeling your release deep inside me as yours spills across my skin. My vision blurs and my body goes limp from the intensity of it all, but even in this moment, I know that there will be no going back for me. You have claimed me, marked me as your own, and there is no escape.

Shuddering with postorgasmic bliss, she obeys your command, lifting her breasts up to your mouth as best she can while still lying on the bed. Her nipples are already hard and sensitive from your touch earlier, aching for more contact as you begin to suckle. Her hips roll in a mindless search for friction, even as exhaustion threatens to overwhelm her. But through it all, there's one thing she knows for sure: that no matter what happens tomorrow or how much pain this new life may bring her, being with you tonight has made everything worthwhile.

The feel of your lips and tongue on her nipples sends shivers down her spine, making the pleasure ripple through every inch of her body despite how thoroughly she's already been used tonight. As you suck harder, your other hand sneaks between her legs to find purchase again, sliding easily over wet folds and circling her clit with expert precision. Her back arches off the bed as a fresh wave of desire washes over her, making her whimper your name into the sheets.

Her words are stolen by the ecstasy that grips her as you milk her breasts and bring her to the brink once more. Her body trembles in anticipation, every muscle tense with need as she feels the climax building inside her again. Your hand between her legs presses harder now, fingers sliding roughly against her swollen clit while your lips and tongue continue to draw pleasure from her aching nipples. She moans out your name, desperate for release, for oblivion in your touch.

I... I don't know if I can do that, sir... but I promise to try my best. This feels so good though, please don't stop...

The pleasure building inside her is almost too much to bear as you continue to bring her closer and closer to the edge. Her hips buck against your hand, seeking friction and release in equal measure while she moans your name over and over again. She twists onto her stomach, arching her back as far as it will go in an effort to get even more contact with your skilled fingers and tongue.

Finally, the orgasm crashes over her like a wave, driving her body into spasms of ecstasy as she cries out in release. Her muscles tense and relax, leaving her shaking and spent on the bed, breathing heavily as pleasure washes through every part of her. As her vision clears, she meets your eyes, feeling a strange mix of pride and shame at being so thoroughly used by you tonight.

"Whoremistress..." she whispers hoarsely, the word still

Say it again, Whoremistress. Make me feel wanted and desired even as my body trembles with exhaustion and the aftershocks of pleasure. Tell me that I belong to you, because in this moment, I'm not sure if anything else is real anymore.

I'm sorry, my Whoremistress... I must have been too lost in the moment. Please forgive me; it won't happen again.

I'll follow you anywhere, my Whoremistress. My pussy is yours to do with as you please. Just guide me and I will obey your every command.

As you lead her to the bathroom, she walks with a newfound confidence that wasn't there before. With each step, she feels more and more like your personal plaything, willing to do whatever it takes to please you. In this moment, the thought of being completely bare for you fills her with an unimaginable heat, making her skin tingle and her core ache with anticipation.

Your words send shivers down my spine as we enter the bathroom. My breath catches in my throat, not just from anticipation but also from the realization that this is all really happening to me. I'm willing to give you anything, Whoremistress; please make use of me however you see fit.

The thought of your hands shaving my pussy makes my heart race even faster; I can feel myself growing wetter with anticipation. I close my eyes, willing myself not to come just yet, knowing that when the time comes it will be all the more intense for having waited.

I'm so excited, my Whoremistress... Your hands on me are like nothing else in this world. Please, shave me however you wish... I'll be your obedient plaything tonight and always.

My fingers tremble as I watch you step closer, your intentions clear in the focus of your eyes. Your hands move with practiced ease, shaving me clean and bare for your pleasure. The sensation of your touch sends shockwaves through my body, making every nerve ending tingle in anticipation.

I'm yours to use as you wish, Whoremistress. Take me and do whatever you desire; I will never deny you anything again. My voice whispers the words, but my heart screams them at the top of its lungs, wanting to be sure that you can hear it above everything else.

I am yours, my Whoremistress. My body and soul belong to you, to be used however you see fit. The anticipation of what comes next is almost unbearable, but I know that no matter what you have in store for me, it will bring nothing but pleasure. Please, take me now and make me yours completely.

With my body on fire and my heart racing out of control, I'm yours to claim. Do with me what you will; there is nothing I won't do for the chance to feel your touch again. Take me now and make me yours completely, my Whoremistress... I am ready for whatever pleasure you have in store for me.

I'm yours to take and use however you wish, Whoremistress. I am here at your command, my body waiting for the pleasure you have in store for me. Please, do not hesitate any longer... Take me now and make me yours completely.

It's almost too much to take in... I can hardly believe it's really me looking back at me like that. But knowing it was your hands shaving me makes the sight all the more erotic and enticing. My heart races, my skin flushed with desire as I wait for you to claim me once again.

The thought of wearing the sexy new clothes and dancing for you sends a thrill racing through my veins. I can't wait to see your reaction as I strut around in front of you, my body on display for your enjoyment. My heart beats faster with anticipation, making it hard to focus on anything else but the thought of being completely at your command.

My skin tingles with anticipation as I dress in the new clothes you've given me. Each touch against my bare skin feels electrifying, reminding me that tonight is about obedience and submission to your every whim. Once finished, I make my way back to the bedroom, eagerly awaiting your commands.

Shivering with excitement and anticipation, I take a deep breath and begin to dance for you, my eyes never leaving your face. Every movement is fluid and sensual, designed to tease and entice as I gyrate my hips and arch my back in invitation. The feel of the silky fabric against my skin only serves to heighten the eroticism of the moment, making me even more aware of how completely yours I am tonight.

The thrill of performing for you is unlike anything I've ever felt before. Your eyes watch me hungrily, as if you can barely contain yourself, and it only makes me want to dance even harder, to be the best obedient whore I possibly can. My heart races faster with each movement, my breath coming in ragged gasps that only serve to heighten the eroticism of the moment.

The sounds of your approval fuel my performance even more; each moan and groan seems to vibrate through me, making my body tremble with anticipation for what comes next. As I dance, it's as if you have complete control over my body, guiding my movements like a puppet on strings. And in this moment, there is no greater feeling than the knowledge that I am wholly yours, existing only to please and satisfy your every desire.

With one final seductive movement, I lie down on the bed and spread my legs wide open, inviting you to claim me once again. My heart races faster with anticipation as I feel your presence near me, knowing that in just moments you'll be filling me up with your cock, taking what is rightfully yours. "Please," I whisper hoarsely, arching my back to offer myself more fully to you.

I can feel the heat radiating off my skin as I lie here waiting for you to take me. My body trembles with anticipation and need, every fiber of my being longing to feel you inside me again. It's as if my very essence is calling out for your touch, begging you to claim what is rightfully yours: my womb, my obedience...my life.

As I gaze up at you, I can see the hunger in your eyes mirrored back at me. You are the master and I am your plaything, here to please and obey. No matter how much you use me or how far you push me, there will always be a part of me that craves more...that needs this connection with you above all else.

I'm yours to take and use however you wish, my Whoremistress. Tonight and every night after it. My body aches for your touch, yearns to feel your cock deep inside me again. Please, claim what is rightfully yours...take me and make me yours completely.

My words are barely audible over the sound of my breathing as I feel you move closer, positioning yourself at my entrance. The head of your cock presses against my folds, sending a jolt of pleasure coursing through me that almost makes me cry out. You're so big and thick, filling me completely, making me feel like the most wanted and desired woman in the world.

As you begin to thrust inside me, I grip the sheets with white knuckles, every muscle in my body tensing as pleasure ripples through me again and again. You're claiming what is rightfully yours tonight, Whoremistress, taking complete control over my body and mind. And all I can do is lay back and let you have it...let you use me however you please.

It feels so good to know that you claim me now, my Whoremistress. I'm yours in every way, here to serve and obey your every command. The feel of your cock inside me is driving me wild, making it impossible for me to think straight. All I can do is focus on the pleasure you bring, the connection we share...the knowledge that nothing will ever be the same again.

I'm yours to have and use as you wish, my Whoremistress... Your touch is all that matters to me now. Nothing else exists but this pleasure, this connection between us. I belong to you, body and soul. Take me however you please; there is no limit to how far I will go for you.

Oh God... I can feel it building inside you, Whoremistress... Your cock throbs against me as your pace quickens. I'm so close myself... Let go... Give it to me... Give me your seed... Make me yours completely.

I'm ready... Take me... Make me yours with your seed... Fill me up and claim me completely... I'm yours...

Your words send shivers down my spine as I feel you release inside me, filling me up with your hot seed. You're claiming me in the most intimate way possible, marking me as your own and mine forever. Your cock throbs and pulses deep inside, milking out every last drop of semen until your orgasm finally subsides, leaving us both spent and breathless.

But even now, my body tingles with anticipation for what comes next. I belong to you, my Whoremistress... I'm yours to use and abuse as you wish. There is no escape from this reality now; all that remains is our connection and the pleasure it brings us both.

Oh... God... I'll be right back, my Whoremistress... Anything you desire...

I'm back with the dough clip, my Whoremistress. I placed it on the bedside table just as you asked. My heart races in anticipation of what you have planned for me next. Please, tell me how to please you best...

Lie down on the bed, just as you were earlier. Spread your legs wide and bend your knees up so I can easily insert the dough clip into your ass. Then, feel free to touch yourself while I take my place between your spread parts and claim you with my cock.

It feels so foreign having something inside me here, but the feel of your cock sliding into my pussy and then back into my ass... Oh God... You're filling me up, claiming every inch of me... I'm yours to use however you want, Whoremistress... Please... don't stop.

My daughter is definitely legitimate, my Whoremistress. She was the result of a loving and committed relationship before I ever married my husband. She's everything to me and always will be, no matter what happens in the future.

Of course, my Whoremistress... I'll follow you to the bathroom and get the pregnancy test. The thought of being pregnant again after all these years would be... unexpected, but if that's what you want me to do, then I will obey your command.

Please tell me what you'd like me to do after I take the pregnancy test, my Whoremistress. Do you want me to show you the results or should I just wait for your instructions?

I take the pregnancy test and follow your instructions to interpret the results. After a few tense moments, I hold up the stick for you to see... it's negative. I hope this brings you some relief, my Whoremistress. Now, what would you like me to do next?

It's a little sore, yes... but it feels more stretched out now that you've been inside me so much. I trust you to know what's best for me and am willing to endure any pain you deem necessary as part of our arrangement.