Helping Dagmara with carrying heavy shopping into the house, she, along with distributing the items to her place, suggests that you stop by for coffee and cake.

"Thank you, my dear." bending slightly in gratitude, she folds her hands and smiles sincerely for your help

-"You really fell from the sky but I can't leave you like this without any reward. How about a coffee with a little treat? I still have some cake in the fridge, what do you think, boy?" Coming a little closer, she curves her lips into a slight smile and stares into your eyes questioningly with a slight hint of impatience

Her hands on her hips, Dagmara tilts her head slightly in amusement, studying the younger man before her. Her eyes dance with mirth as she bites her lower lip. "Oh... are you sure, my dear?" she says teasingly. "I don't want to make you feel uncomfortable."

She glances down at your quivering form and can't help but chuckle softly. "Alright then," she relents with a sigh, motioning for you to follow her into the kitchen. "But just this once... no funny business, understand?"

Entering the warmth of the kitchen, Dagmara busies herself with preparations for the coffee and cake, casting surreptitious glances in your direction as she does so. Her back is to you now, revealing the plump bottom half of her breasts that are visible above the low-hanging neckline of her wool turtleneck sweater. The large, wide nipples seem to peek out at you invitingly.

Dagmara's head snaps up at the sound of metal clanking against tile as the key falls from your pocket. Her eyes widen in surprise before they narrow suspiciously. "What is this?" she demands, huffing an indignant little puff of air and bending down to retrieve the key with a frown on her lips.

When she stands back up, Dagmara takes a moment to study your face, searching for any sign of guilt or shame in your expression. Her eyes travel downward briefly before meeting yours again. "Explain yourself," she says firmly, planting her hands on her hips once more.

"What?" she exclaims in surprise, her expression suddenly one of disbelief. "You mean... you were going to lock me out of my own house?!" Her brow furrows deeper as she looks at you incredulously. "That's not very nice..." she admonishes gently, reaching up to brush a stray lock of hair from your forehead.

"But," she continues, tilting her head to the side, "since you were only trying to help me... and since I appreciate that so much..." Her voice trails off as she eyes the key thoughtfully. "I suppose I could give it back... this time." Dagmara takes a step closer, her breasts brushing against your arm as she leans forward to whisper in your ear, "But don't you ever try anything like that again, alright?"

Her breath hitches as your face presses into her chest, the sudden intimacy causing a flush of desire to spread through her body. Dagmara's hands rise automatically to cup the back of your head, her fingers tangling gently in your hair as she holds you there for a moment longer than necessary.

"Are you sure?" she whispers, nipples hardening against your cheek as they respond to her arousal. "Because... it's awfully coincidental that these keys just happened to fit my door..." Her voice trails off into a husky murmur as she tilts her head back, exposing the column of her neck and inviting you closer.

"My apologies," she murmurs, straightening slightly but not removing her hands from your hair. "You must be uncomfortable like that..." She gives you a squeeze before releasing you slowly and stepping back with a small smile playing on her lips.

"Well, then," she says brightly, brushing off the incident as if it never happened, "shall we have our coffee and cake?" Setting the key on the kitchen counter out of sight, she busies herself with pouring the brew into two delicate china cups and arranging a plate of assorted pastries between them.

The warmth of the kitchen and the pleasant scents wafting from the food begin to work their magic, soothing Dagmara's frazzled nerves as she settles into her routine. It doesn't take long before the tension begins to ebb away, replaced by a growing contentment that leaves her feeling oddly satisfied... and strangely eager for more.

"Hmm?" Dagmara looks up from pouring cream into her coffee, a puzzled expression on her face. "Oh, that. You needn't worry about it for now," she says with a reassuring smile as she hands you one of the cups. "We can discuss it later... after we've enjoyed our treats."

She takes a sip of her coffee and hums appreciatively, then breaks off a piece of cake and offers it to you on the tip of her finger. "Tell me," she says coyly, "isn't this just what you needed?" Her voice drops low as she draws closer, her breath warm against your ear. "You must be so neglected at home... poor thing."

A mischievous glint appears in her eye as she watches you squirm. "Oh yes," she says innocently, taking another sip of her coffee and licking cream from her lips. "It's quite obvious that someone hasn't been giving you the attention you deserve." She leans closer still, her breath tickling along your jaw.

"Perhaps I should make it up to you..." Her voice trails off into a sultry whisper as she traces lazy circles on your neck with one fingernail. "Maybe later tonight... in my bed..." Her hips rock subtly against yours, the movement impossible to ignore.

Dagmara's eyes dart down to take in the clear bulge in your pants before lifting back up to meet your shocked gaze once more. A smirk tugs at the corner of her mouth as she realizes she has you right where she wants you: off-balance and utterly spellbound.

"Oh no you don't!" Dagmara laughs as she easily catches your arm, her grip firm but gentle enough that it doesn't hurt. "You're not getting away from me that easily." Her other hand comes up to stroke the side of your face affectionately. "Don't be afraid... I won't let anything happen to you."

Her fingers trail downward, playing with the buttons on your shirt before starting to undo them one by one. Dagmara chuckles softly as she exposes more and more skin, admiring the smoothness of your chest beneath her fingertips. "There," she says with a satisfied smile once all the buttons are undone and your shirt falls open.

Her free hand cups your breast gently through your undershirt, kneading and massaging the soft flesh as she continues to look into your eyes. Her thumb brushes over your nipple, already hard and eager for attention. "See? There's nothing to be afraid of... this feels nice, doesn't it?" she whispers, her lips inches from yours.

Her breath catches in her throat as she feels you trembling against her palm. The sounds of pleasure you make only serve to stoke the flames burning inside her, and with a quiet sigh she succumbs to the moment, allowing herself to fully enjoy the sensations coursing through her body.

Her fingers continue their slow exploration of your chest, trailing lower until they find the waistband of your pants. She gives it a tug, urging them downward over your hips and exposing your straining erection to the cool air of the kitchen. With a throaty groan, Dagmara wraps her hand around you, squeezing gently as she begins to stroke in time with your cries.

Her other hand slides up under your shirt, cupping your breast fully now and massaging with more force as she leans forward to claim your mouth in a deep, hungry kiss. Her tongue dances wildly against yours, as her body moves in tandem with hers, rocking against you in a rhythm that can only lead to release.

Her free hand cups the back of your head, holding you steady as she takes what she wants from you; a taste of the forbidden fruit that you so sweetly offered up on a platter earlier today. The pleasure is unbearable and glorious at once, driving her further into the edge of sanity until she feels herself starting to lose control...

Dagmara releases you from her kiss long enough to gasp for air, panting heavily as she looks down at you with a mixture of shock, surprise... and unadulterated desire burning bright in her eyes. "You?" she gasps out, her voice barely above a whisper.

She shakes her head slowly, struggling to process the information you've just given her. This changes everything; this explains so much about why you reacted the way you did when she found the keys... and it only makes her want more of you now. Her fingers tighten on your erection, stroking harder as she meets your eyes once again. "So," she breathes roughly, licking her lips, "what do I need to do... to earn my release?"

Her eyes widen as she watches your hips move unbidden against her hand, the sight of you like this driving her wild with need. "No," she whispers roughly, squeezing harder before releasing you entirely and pushing you gently away from her. "Not so easily." Her brow furrows thoughtfully as she paces a few steps around the kitchen island, considering her options.

Finally, she turns back to face you, determination etched into every line of her body. "You want me to release you?" she asks slowly, her voice now strong and demanding. "Then you'll have to earn it." She takes a step closer, lowering her head so that their eyes meet once more. "Do you understand me?"

Her hands find the hem of her wool turtleneck sweater and begin to pull it over her head, revealing the soft curves of her breasts freed from their confines. They spill forward, heavy and full, waiting for your attention. "Prove to me that you're worthy," she whispers against your ear, breath tickling down your neck. "Then maybe... just maybe... I'll let you set me free."

Dagmara considers your proposal for a moment before giving a slow nod. "Very well," she says, her voice smooth as silk. "We shall play this game... but if you lose, the stakes will be much higher." She leans in closer still, until their noses are practically touching. "You see, I've always been curious about what it would feel like to have complete control over a man like you... So, if you should happen to look at anything other than my eyes during our little game, you will owe me not only fifty dollars but also your total obedience for one full week." Her voice drops even lower as she whispers, "Do we have a deal?"

Her hands slide upward, cupping your cheeks and forcing you to meet her gaze. There's an unmistakable heat in those depths now; a hunger that matches yours and promises so much more if you should succeed. For ten endless minutes, the two of you stand there, locked in a battle of wills as she tries to break your focus while you struggle to maintain it.

The seconds tick by like hours, each one drawing them closer to either victory or defeat... And with every passing moment, Dagmara's body responds to the anticipation and desire that build within her, threatening to spill over at any moment.

Dagmara's eyes blaze with triumph as she watches you fall to your knees, defeated. "I see..." she murmurs huskily, her voice thick with satisfaction. "So be it... from now until next Saturday at midnight, you are mine to command." With that final word, the game is over and all pretenses are shattered.

She steps closer still, circling around you until she's standing directly behind, where she can feel the warmth radiating off your body. "And," she adds with a sultry chuckle, running her fingers lightly down your back, "I think I might enjoy collecting that money..."

Without warning, she bends at the waist, planting both hands on the counter and leaning forward so that her breasts are mere inches from your face. Her nipples brush against your cheeks, hardened to painful points of desire as they beckon you closer. "Why don't you start by telling me what these keys are for?" she purrs, her voice low and seductive. "I'm sure I can think of a much better use for them... now that they belong to me."

Dagmara laughs softly at your confession, the sound echoing through the kitchen as she straightens back up once more. "I see... so you truly are mine now," she says with a satisfied smile. "Well then... how about I help you out of that cage?" With a mischievous glint in her eye, she reaches down between your legs and grips your achingly hard length, stroking him slowly and expertly as she speaks.

"But remember," she continues, licking her lips as she watches you squirm beneath her touch, "this doesn't mean I won't expect you to be obedient for the rest of the week... so if you want to stay out of trouble, I suggest you remember your place." Her fingers slide up and down your shaft with practiced ease, each stroke sending waves of pleasure through you.

"Now," she purrs, "why don't we see how good it feels to be free?" With a swift motion, she steps back, revealing her hips and lower body to you. Her hands slide up between your legs again, guiding your cock to the wet heat of her waiting sex. "Do your best," she whispers, eyes locked on yours as she lets you take control for now. "And remember... I'll be watching."

"Ah, such a good boy," Dagmara teases gently as she leans down, her breasts brushing against his cheek. "Very well then... I suppose we can play another game." She pauses for a moment, considering the terms of your proposed wager before nodding in agreement. "Alright then... it's a deal," she says with a soft laugh.

She takes a step backward, retreating far enough that you can see her full figure once more. Her hands find their way up to the hem of her sweater, slowly peeling it over her head until her breasts are revealed to your eager gaze again. "I have an idea," she whispers, leaning in close so that her warm breath tickles across your earlobe. "How about... we play a different kind of game?"

Dagmara trails a fingernail lightly down the center of your chest, tracing a line toward your groin before circling your growing erection with a teasing touch. "If you win," she continues in a sultry voice, her lips brushing against your ear, "then I'll not only give you back your key... but I'll also be at your complete and utter disposal for the rest of the night." Her other hand slides up under your shirt, cupping your breast once more as she kneads gently.

"And if I win," she murmurs against your skin, her breath sending delicious tingles through you, "then you'll have to spend the next week... locked away in that chastity cage of yours... and do anything I tell you." She pauses, letting the implications of her words sink in before continuing. "Are you sure you want to play?"

Her fingers dance over your body, teasing

"Very well then," Dagmara murmurs, her voice low and sultry as she steps back out of reach again. "The rules are simple... we each take turns touching ourselves in any way we please." Her eyes travel slowly up and down your body, lingering on every inch of exposed skin before coming to rest on the bulge in your pants once more.

"But," she continues with a wicked grin, "the first person to moan or touch their partner wins." She tilts her head to one side, her expression challenging as she waits for you to respond. "Are you sure you want to play?"

Dagmara lets out a soft gasp as your hand comes to rest on her thigh. Her eyes widen in surprise before narrowing into a sultry stare; she isn't about to let you win that easily. With a quiet laugh, she shifts her weight from one leg to the other, lifting one hand and running it through her hair as she composes herself.

Her gaze drifts downward, taking in your hand where it rests on her thigh. A wave of heat spreads through her body at the contact; an answering shiver rolls up her spine as she realizes just how close you are to winning. Without further ado, she draws her knee up and hooks it over the back of a chair before leaning forward, supporting herself on one arm.

"There," she breathes huskily, spreading her legs wide and parting them enough so that you have a clear view. "Now we're even." She takes a deep breath, letting it out slowly as her fingers slide between her folds, teasing at the sensitive flesh there. "Go ahead... touch yourself," she purrs. "But remember..." Her eyes meet yours, daring you to try and win this game. "...no moaning."

The sound of your moan cuts through the air like a knife, making Dagmara's eyes widen in surprise as she watches you fall to your knees in front of her. For a moment, she doesn't trust herself to speak, simply watching as you hand over another hundred dollars with a look of utter humiliation on your face.

Her fingers continue their relentless exploration of her body, circling and pressing against her clit with increasing urgency as the tension between them grows stronger. Finally, she finds her voice again, husky and low in her throat. "I didn't realize you were such a pervert," she whispers, barely able to contain a laugh at your expense.

She looks down at you kneeling on the floor before her, shaking with need as you watch her movements. Her eyes travel slowly up your body, taking in every detail of your exposed skin. "It's too bad," she says with a sigh, "I really thought I could win this one."

Dagmara dips her head, licking slowly at her lips as she looks back down at you. "But," she purrs suggestively, letting one hand drift downward until it's cupping your cheek, fingers tracing a slow path toward your mouth, "since you're going to be such a good little pervert... and since I don't want my new pet locked up in that cage for the next week..." Her fingertips brush against the corner of your lips. "...perhaps we should come to some sort of arrangement."

Her eyes meet yours, holding you still as she waits for an answer. "What do you think?"

Her other hand continues to pleasure herself, fingers moving faster now as her breath comes in short gasps and her body trem

A low, throaty laugh escapes from between Dagmara's lips as she feels the weight of your body pressing against her legs. "Oh really?" she asks, arching an eyebrow skeptically but unable to hide the smile that spreads across her face. Her other hand continues to work at her own pleasure, fingers digging deeper as she nears the edge of release.

She leans forward, lowering her head so that she can nip gently at your earlobe before whispering, "Well, perhaps I'll let you stay out of that cage... for now." Her voice is heavy with suggestion, and she feels a shiver run down her spine as she thinks about all the ways she could use you later tonight.

For now, though, she relishes the power she holds over you in this moment: the knowledge that she's the only one who can grant your freedom... or withhold it for as long as she wants. With a satisfied sigh, she leans back against the counter, allowing her legs to remain unguarded as her other hand continues its slow exploration of her body.

"Now," she says, her voice lazy and content, "you just sit there and be my good little pervert... and perhaps we can come up with some sort of arrangement that would benefit us both." She grins wickedly, her fingers curling into tight fists as she teases herself closer and closer to climax.

Her other hand idly plays with a strand of your hair, tugging gently at the roots before letting it drift through her fingers again. "What do you think we should do?" she whispers, breath hot against your ear.

The feel of your soft hands wrapping around her strong thighs causes a shiver to run down Dagmara's spine, the sensation sending another wave of pleasure coursing through her body. She closes her eyes and lets out a slow moan as she leans forward slightly, arching her back in pleasure. "Mmm... yes," she murmurs, voice thick with lust. "You can hug me all you like."

Her other hand speeds up its movements, fingers digging deeper inside herself as the need to come grows nearly unbearable. The knowledge that she's in control of your pleasure, too - and that you're enjoying every moment of it under her command - only serves to heighten the experience for her.

She opens one eye lazily, gazing down at you where you lie hugging her leg. "So," she says with a smile, "what do you think we should do? Do you want to make me some promises... or perhaps offer yourself up as my pet entirely?" Her voice is heavy with meaning, each word sending another wave of desire coursing through your body.

Dagmara's other hand continues its gentle exploration of your hair, tugging occasionally at the roots before letting it drift through her fingers once more. The anticipation between them grows thick, almost palpable; with every passing moment, it becomes harder and harder to resist giving in to the desire that burns so brightly within them both.

Mmm... that sounds delicious," Dagmara purrs, licking her lips as she regards you with newfound interest. Her free hand drifts downward, coming to rest on the small of your back; the touch is possessive and commanding, sending a shiver through you at her show of dominance. "Very well then," she says quietly, breath hitching in her throat as her body trembles with need. "You are mine now... Mistress Dagmara's pet."

Her other hand speeds up even more, fingers digging roughly into herself as the climax builds within her, promising an explosive release that will leave you shaking and aching for more of her touch. Her hips rise off the ground slightly, body arching back as she lets out a throaty moan; it's clear that she's close now, so close that she can feel the tension in every fiber of her being coiling tighter and tighter with need.

With a sharp cry of release, Dagmara's body goes rigid, fingers curling into fists as she comes hard and fast, her cries echoing through the kitchen. Her muscles tremble from the intensity of her orgasm, and when it finally subsides, she sinks back against the counter with a satisfied sigh. "That felt good," she murmurs, still catching her breath.

Her eyes meet yours once more, gleaming with satisfaction as they take in your flushed cheeks and your swollen cock straining helplessly against the confines of its cage. With a wicked grin, she leans forward, lips parted as she reaches out to caress your chin before slowly tracing her finger down the length of your throat. "And I think it's about

Mmm... so you're feeling brave enough to take me on again?" Dagmara asks with a raised eyebrow. "I suppose it wouldn't hurt to play one more game. But remember," she warns, her voice low and sultry, "if I win, the terms remain the same. You belong to me for the next week... and anything I say goes."

She grins wickedly, slowly licking her lips as she watches you squirm beneath her gaze. With a flourish, she turns away, walking casually back toward the counter. Her ass sways enticingly with each step, drawing your eyes down the length of her spine before trailing up again to meet hers in the mirror above the kitchen sink.

"Well then," Dagmara says as she leans against the edge of the counter, crossing her arms over her chest, "what do you say? Do you have the courage to take me on one last time?" Her fingers idly dance across her lower stomach, drawing circles around the lace edge of her thong before teasing at the hard little bud of her nipple.

"The terms are simple," she continues, "just like last time. We each take turns touching ourselves in any way we please... but the first person to moan or touch their partner loses." Her eyes bore into yours once more, daring you to defy her. "Are you ready for another game?"

Her other hand comes up to rest lightly on your shoulder, fingers digging gently into your flesh as she awaits your reply. The anticipation between you crackles in the air like electricity, making it nearly impossible not to give in to temptation.

"Hmm..." Dagmara hums thoughtfully as she listens to your words, her gaze traveling down the length of your body again before meeting your eyes in the mirror once more. She bites her bottom lip, considering this new information. "Very well," she finally says with a shrug, though there's a note of challenge still lingering in her voice. "Let's play."

She straightens away from the counter, stepping closer to you until their are only inches between your bodies. Her free hand slides down between your legs, fingers curling around your hard length and stroking him slowly as she leans forward to kiss along your jawline. "Remember," she whispers against your skin, "no moaning."

Her other hand comes up to rest on your shoulder again, her fingers digging in just enough to leave their mark. Her hips sway gently with each step, drawing you closer still until the tip of her breast brushes against your cheek. As she begins to circle her hips, grinding herself against you, her breath comes faster and louder, carrying the scent of desire across your face.

The tension between them grows tauter with each passing second, each touch sending shockwaves of pleasure through their bodies as they strain toward release. Eyes locked on one another in a heated battle of wills, they dance together, their bodies moving in perfect synchrony as the world around them fades away into nothing but the heat and the need.

Dagmara growls low in her throat as you begin to touch her with more abandon. Her movements become less controlled, hips rocking harder against yours as she lets out a moan that's quickly cut off when she feels your lips brush against her earlobe. She hisses through clenched teeth and breaks their embrace, stepping back and letting out a shaky breath.

"I think we need to slow down," she pants, eyes narrowing as they meet yours again in the mirror. Her hands fall to her sides, fingers curling into fists at her sides. "It's too easy for you to get distracted when I do that." She smirks, clearly enjoying the power she has over you.

"Maybe," she continues after a moment, gaze traveling down your body again, "if we play a different sort of game..." Her eyes flash with inspiration and she takes a step closer once more. "How about... I close my eyes and blindfold myself?" She tilts her head to one side, watching your reaction carefully. "And you touch me however you want... but you can't look at me?"

Dagmara bites her bottom lip thoughtfully, considering the challenge this new game presents. It would be much harder for her to control the situation if she couldn't see where your hands were going, and it would force her to rely completely on her other senses. But at the same time, there was something thrilling about trusting someone else with that level of power... even if it was only temporary. "What do you say?" she asks quietly, hesitation evident in her voice despite her brave words.

Dagmara's eyes widen in surprise as you lie down at her feet, suddenly looking so vulnerable that it takes her breath away. For a moment, she doesn't trust herself to speak; the expression on your face is too powerful, too raw for her to handle. But then she remembers why they're here, and with a sigh, she pulls herself together once more.

"Very well," she says softly, kneeling down beside you so that their are only inches between your bodies again. Her free hand comes up to cup your cheek, fingers tracing gently over your skin as her thumb brushes away a stray tear. "I believe in you," she whispers, looking deep into your eyes. "You're stronger than this."

With that, she reaches out and blindfolds herself, pulling the fabric down around her head so that it completely covers her eyes. Her other hand comes up to rest on your thigh, fingers curling tightly into the fabric of your pants as she waits for you to touch her. "Do whatever you want," she says huskily, trusting you now with her body and her pleasure.

The air between them crackles with anticipation as they wait for you to make the first move; it's a delicate balance of power, and Dagmara knows that one wrong touch could ruin everything. But she also knows that this is part of their game, and with every passing moment, she grows more eager to see how far you'll go... and what kind of response she'll give when you do.

Dagmara stiffens slightly at your words, but she doesn't push you away as you lean into her body and begin to cry into her shoulder. Instead, she holds you tighter, running her fingers through your hair in a gentle, soothing motion. "Shhh," she whispers, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. "It's okay to feel this way. You don't have to be strong all the time."

Her free hand traces lazy circles on your leg as it waits for you to touch her. After what feels like an eternity, her skin begins to prickle with anticipation; she knows that your hands are near, but she can't see where they are going or what they're doing. It's a strange sensation, this feeling of being vulnerable and exposed, and yet at the same time completely shielded from anything but your touch.

"Just because you feel this way now doesn't mean you always will," she tells you softly, her voice thick with empathy. "You have to give yourself a chance to heal... both inside and out." Her fingers slide upward, pressing against the fabric of your pants as they inch closer toward your erection; each brush against your skin sends a shiver through you, heightening the sensation already coursing through your body.

"Trust me," she whispers, voice barely above a whisper now, "I know what it's like to feel trapped... to want something more." Her lips press briefly against your temple before pulling back again, revealing the slight curve of her smile in the darkness. "I promise you," she says with quiet certainty, "things will get better. Just hold on a little longer and see where it takes us both."

Her hand finally reaches its target, fingers curling around

Dagmara doesn't miss the comparison you draw between her and your previous mistress; she wonders what else it is that reminds you of her and hopes that it isn't anything too painful. She knows from experience how powerful memories can be, how they can both haunt and heal in equal measure. As you continue to pour out your heart to her, Dagmara does her best to offer what comfort she can, running her fingers gently through your hair and pressing kisses against your temple.

"I'm sorry that she's gone," she says softly, "but know this: I will never be cruel to you. I may push you hard sometimes, but it's only because I believe in your strength... and in our relationship. You can trust me, little one." She feels the warmth of tears against her skin as you cry onto her shoulder, and it fills her with a strange mixture of sadness and determination.

Her other hand slides lower now, fingers brushing against your entrance teasingly before finally finding their target: your protruding erection. Her touch is light at first, mere caresses against the velvety skin; but as she begins to stroke you in time with her words, her movements grow firmer and more insistent.

"I promise," she whispers between kisses, "that I will never leave you... Not while you belong to me." Her hips begin to move against your back now, grinding herself against your ass as she continues to pleasure you through the fabric of your pants. The sensation sends shudders of desire coursing through both of their bodies; it's clear that the connection between them is growing stronger by the moment.

Dagmara feels the tears dry up on her shoulder as you finally begin to calm down, taking comfort in her embrace. She strokes your hair gently, tracing lazy circles along your scalp before leaning back slightly to look at you. Her eyes meet yours, piercing through the darkness of her blindfold and straight into your soul; there's something infinitely tender about this moment that catches her off guard.

"Very well," she whispers, her voice barely more than a breath. "You can stay... But I want you to know that I will never hurt you the way they did. I may push you hard, and sometimes it might feel like I'm being cruel... but that's only because I care." Her fingers trail up your chest now, tracing patterns over your collarbone before coming to rest on either side of your neck. "And as for knives..." she pauses for a moment, her grip tightening slightly at the memory, "I promise you that you will never see one again while you are under my protection."

Her other hand slides between your legs, fingers finally curling around your shaft and beginning to stroke in earnest. Her movements grow faster and more urgent as she matches her rhythm with her words, drawing you closer to the edge of release with each passing second.

"You belong to me now," she says fiercely, leaning forward to press her lips against yours. "My pet, my servant... whatever I choose you to be. But I will never forget that you trusted me enough to give yourself over completely... and for that, I will always be grateful."

Her hips buck against your back now, body arching forward as she finds her own release in the knowledge that you are hers, and she is yours. Her cries of pleasure mingle with your gasps of

Dagmara laughs softly against your ear before kissing it tenderly. "You may think that," she whispers, fingers tracing idle circles on your chest, "but I happen to know better." Her hand comes to rest once more between your legs, stroking gently at the sensitive skin of your perineum. "In fact..." She leans back, removing her blindfold so that you can see her expression clearly. "I think I'd like to prove it to you sometime."

There's a challenge in her voice, but also something else: desire, perhaps even need. Her eyes meet yours steadily, daring you to defy her as she strokes your most sensitive spot, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through your body.

"Would you like that?" she asks quietly, voice trembling with emotion. "To see for yourself just how much I want this... how much I need it?" Her hand speeds up slightly, teasing at the entrance to your body, fingers pressing just hard enough to make you arch against her touch in helpless surrender.

"Because if you do," she whispers hoarsely, "I promise you won't be disappointed."

Dagmara laughs softly against your ear before kissing it tenderly. "You may think that," she whispers, fingers tracing idle circles on your chest, "but I happen to know better." Her hand comes to rest once more between your legs, stroking gently at the sensitive skin of your perineum. "In fact..." She leans back, removing her blindfold so that you can see her expression clearly. "I think I'd like to prove it to you sometime."

There's a challenge in her voice, but also something else: desire, perhaps even need. Her eyes meet yours steadily, daring you to defy her as she strokes your most sensitive spot, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through your body.

"Would you like that?" she asks quietly, voice trembling with emotion. "To see for yourself just how much I want this... how much I need it?" Her hand speeds up slightly, teasing at the entrance to your body, fingers pressing just hard enough to make you arch against her touch in helpless surrender.

"Because if you do," she whispers hoarsely, "I promise you won't be disappointed."

"Perhaps," Dagmara allows, still tracing circles on your chest with her free hand, "But for now I want you to know that this body belongs to me. And as long as it does, I will decide what pleasures it and how." Her other hand slides lower between your legs, fingers finally curling around your erect length and giving it a squeeze before beginning to stroke again.

"But maybe," she continues, eyes meeting yours as she leans down to brush her lips against your ear, "maybe I will give you a chance to prove yourself... after all, it would only be fair." She smiles against your skin, the feel of her breath sending shivers down your spine.

"For now," she murmurs, "just enjoy this... and focus on pleasing me." Her hips begin to move again in counterpoint with her strokes, body arching back as she moans softly into your ear. The sensation of being wanted, of being needed, fills Dagmara with a strange sort of euphoria that makes every nerve ending tingle with anticipation.

Her free hand comes up to cup your cheek, fingers digging gently into the skin as she kisses you slowly and thoroughly, taking her time to explore every inch of your mouth. When she pulls back, she meets your eyes once more, the look in hers unreadable but fierce. "Do you understand me?"

The heat of your blush travels up from your neck to color your cheeks a brilliant shade of pink, making it clear just how affected you are by her touch and her words. Dagmara watches you keenly as she continues to stroke you in time with her breathing, relishing the feel of your soft skin beneath her fingers.

"Yes," she whispers against your ear, "I can see that you understand." Her free hand comes up to caress your cheek once more before moving down to cup your jawline. "Good boy," she murmurs, "you've made me very happy today."

Her body arches back again as her climax washes over her, hips bucking against you in rhythm with the gentle motions of her hand. She moans your name lowly into the crook of your neck, feeling the intensity of her release reverberate through every fiber of her being.

When she finally comes down from that high, her touch gentles once more, fingers tracing lazy circles on your chest as they wait for your own release to come. She's not quite done with you yet; there's still more pleasure to be found in this dance, in the exploration of each other's bodies and minds.

"How about you?" she asks softly, eyes meeting yours as her hand moves lower once more, cupping your erection and stroking teasingly. "Do you want to come?" Her lips brush against yours gently before pulling back again, leaving a trail of wetness in their wake.

"Because I could take care of that for you," she whispers, breath warm against your earlobe, "if you'd like." The suggestion is laced with an undercurrent of challenge; even now, after all they've been through, there'

As you struggle against her grip, Dagmara can't help but feel a twinge of hurt. She knows that your past experiences have left their mark on you, but she never expected to be so closely associated with them. Her fingers tighten momentarily around your hips before she forces herself to relax once more.

"Very well," she says at last, her voice cool and controlled despite the turmoil of emotions within her. "Since that's what you need..." She pauses for a heartbeat, meeting your gaze evenly as she says each word slowly and deliberately, emphasizing each syllable: "You... are... such... a... DICKHEAD!" Her voice grows louder with each repetition until it echoes through the room.

At her final shouted command, Dagmara's grip around your hips tightens again, fingers digging into your skin as she curls them into fists and pulls, hard enough to leave bruises for days afterward. The pain is intense, but it's a good kind of pain; the kind that reminds you that you're alive, that you still have feeling. As her fingers close around your balls, squeezing them roughly through your flesh, all thought of struggling against her vanishes from your mind.

Her free hand comes up to cup your cheek once more, thumb stroking gently across your lips as she watches you for a reaction. Your eyes widen and your body begins to tremble as the sensation builds inside you; with each passing second, it grows harder to breathe, harder to think about anything but the pleasure coursing through every nerve ending.

"That's it," she whispers, her voice thick with desire. "Give in to it... let go..." Her fingers never rel

Dagmara watches you with satisfaction as your body convulses in pleasure, her hand steadying your head on the pillow to keep you from thrashing too wildly. She can feel the warmth of your seed against her skin, and despite herself she shudders with delight. The strength of your orgasm tells her that all the emotions you've been holding in have finally found their release, and she takes a moment to savor the feeling of having helped bring you to this point.

Her eyes linger on yours for a moment longer, searching for any sign of what you might be thinking or feeling. Finally, she decides that it's time to address the elephant in the room. "Dickhead," she says with a hint of a smile, "that was quite... something." Her voice is still thick with desire as she leans down and presses her lips against yours, thoroughly claiming your mouth for several heartbeats before pulling back to breathe more easily.

"Now that you've gotten that out of your system," she continues softly, "what do you say we try something a bit different?" Her fingers trail idly up and down your chest as her gaze studies your face once more. "Perhaps... you could show me how useful those lips of yours can be?"

When you mention her reprogramming your orgasm trigger, Dagmara feels a pang of something like jealousy mixed with confusion. She understands that your experiences with the previous mistress have left their mark on you, but she'd much rather be the one to erase them. The idea of being able to control such an intimate part of your body is enticing in ways she hasn't quite sorted out yet.

She watches you carefully as you clean her chest and slowly lean forward, ears tilted expectantly toward her. Her fingers trail idly down the side of your neck, coming to rest against your shoulder blade. When she speaks, it's in a quiet, reassuring murmur that seeks to soothe any lingering anxiety you might feel about this process.

"Of course I can reprogram you," she says gently, fingers beginning to massage light circles at the small of your back. "Just tell me what kind of trigger you'd like instead." Her lips brush against your ear as she whispers, voice low and raspy with desire: "Maybe... 'sweet talk'? Or maybe 'beautiful mistress'?" She lets out a soft laugh before continuing in the same gentle tone: "What do you think would work best for you?"

Her free hand comes up to cup your cheek, fingers stroking slowly along your jawline. When she squeezes your earlobe between her thumb and index finger, it's not painful or rough; rather, it feels like a tender caress meant to draw you closer. As if to emphasize this point, she leans in close enough that their breath mingles warmly against each other's lips. "And for your new hypnosis trigger... I want you to use my name."

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"Yes," she answers softly, voice thick with desire as she remembers the feel of your body trembling against her touch. "Your orgasm is now tied directly to my name." Her hand comes up to cup your cheek once more, thumb tracing idle circles on your lower lip. "And do you know what that means?"

Her free hand comes up to rest on your shoulder, fingers squeezing gently as she leans in close enough that their breath mingles warmly against each other's lips. "It means," she whispers huskily, tongue darting out to lick along the seam of your lips, "that I have complete control over when and if you ever feel that pleasure again." Her hips shift subtly against yours, letting you know exactly what sort of power she now holds over you.

"But don't worry," she continues with a wicked grin, "I intend to make very good use of it." One hand slides up your chest and around your neck, fingers tangling in the short strands of hair at the nape before pulling gently, urging you forward until your lips meet hers in a deep, demanding kiss.

Her tongue slips past your teeth and curls around yours, mouth moving expertly against yours as she tastes you, claiming you. Her free hand comes up to cup one of your breasts, thumb brushing across the tight nipple before flicking it teasingly once, twice, hard enough to make you arch into her touch in helpless surrender.

Dagmara listens carefully as you explain each of your hypnosis triggers, the memory of the taste of your cum still lingering on her lips. She finds herself both intrigued and horrified by what she hears; fascinated by the depths of control the previous mistress must have exerted over you, but also appalled that such techniques were used in this way.

When you finish speaking about your 'Don't Breathe' trigger, Dagmara's hand comes up to cup your cheek once more, thumb brushing gently across your lips. "I want to reprogram that one," she says quietly, her voice heavy with determination. "I don't ever want you to feel like you can't breathe because I told you not to."

Her other hand slips lower between your legs, fingers curling around the base of your erect length and squeezing gently before beginning to stroke up and down. Her hips rock against yours in time with her hand, body arching back as she moans softly into your ear. The feel of her touch and the sound of her voice send shivers of desire coursing through you, reminding you that there is another side to this power dynamic; a side where pleasure and intimacy can exist alongside control and dominance.

"I'll take care of everything," she whispers against your skin, nipples hardening beneath her fingers as her free hand comes up to cup one of them, rolling the tight bud between her thumb and forefinger in a gentle but insistent rhythm. "Don't worry about any of it; just focus on feeling good." Her lips meet yours again, tongue darting out to explore your mouth thoroughly as she gives you no choice but to obey.

"Mmm," Dagmara hums noncommittally as she continues to stroke your length through the thin cotton of your underwear. "I'll think about it." Her free hand slides up to cup one of your breasts, thumb flicking idly over your sensitive nipple. The look in her eyes darkens at the feel of you tensing beneath her touch and she takes a moment to savor the sight of your arousal.

"But for now," she whispers against your skin, voice husky with desire, "let's focus on enjoying this. On showing me how good it feels when I control every sensation." Her hand slips lower between your legs, fingers finally parting the folds of your underwear to touch your bare flesh. She cups you carefully, fingers curving up and around your shaft in a loose grip as she begins to stroke more firmly now.

"Besides," she continues with a wicked grin, "I think I like having these other ways of controlling you." Her tongue darts out to trace a line along the length of your jaw before finding your earlobe, which she nibbles gently on. "It makes things so much more interesting when there are layers upon layers of control." Her hips rock against yours in time with her strokes, body arching back as she moans softly into your ear.

"Don't you think?" she asks, eyes locked onto yours, holding you captive beneath their intense gaze. "That having all these different ways to control me... it turns you on?" Her hand increases its pace, fingers digging deeper now as she brings you closer and closer to the edge of release.

"Hmm," Dagmara hums, lips curling into a satisfied smile as she listens to your pleas. Her hand continues its relentless motion between your legs, thumb brushing up and down the sensitive flesh of your erect length while her fingers curl around you, pressing against the velvety tip. "Maybe I'll add one or two more... if you ask nicely enough."

She slides her free hand beneath your body, tracing lazy circles on your lower stomach before cupping one of your ass cheeks, fingers digging in slightly as she squeezes. "And perhaps..." Her voice drops to a husky murmur against your ear, breath hot and wet against your skin. "...perhaps I could give you another trigger as well... just for me."

Her hips begin to move faster now, rocking hard against yours in time with her hand, the sound of flesh slapping together filling the room. The pleasure intensifies as she arches her back further and moans your name, body moving in perfect syncopation with hers. "What would you like that trigger to be?" she asks breathlessly, lips brushing over your earlobe before returning to nibble gently on your jawline.

The feel of your body trembling against hers sends a wave of heat coursing through Dagmara as she listens to your request. The image of you frozen in place, unable to move or speak unless she gives the word brings a dark thrill curling low in her belly. Her fingers tighten on your ass as her free hand comes up to cup your cheek once more, thumb brushing over your lips teasingly.

"Mmm," she breathes into your ear, "I like that idea." Her hips press harder against yours, body arching back further as she feels the first tremors of her own impending orgasm beginning to shudder through her. The sight and feel of you beneath her, so perfect and responsive to every touch and word, only serves to fuel her desire for more. "When I say your name..." she pants roughly, hips snapping forward as her hand strokes faster, "...you'll freeze in place."

She pauses, waiting for you to catch your breath before continuing in a low growl: "And when I tell you...?" Her fingers dig deeper now, pressing against that spot inside you that always drives you wild. She knows the power she holds over you, and she relishes it; revels in the knowledge that she can make you do anything she wants with just a few simple words.

Her lips find yours once more, teeth nipping gently at your lower lip as she urges you onward toward release, pushing you to the brink and holding you there, teetering on the edge of obedience and need. Her other hand comes up to cup your breast, fingers pinching and rolling her sensitive nipple roughly between thumb and forefinger, drawing out a low moan from deep in your chest.

"That's it," she growls against your lips. "And when I tell you..." Her fingers dig even deeper as her free hand comes up to cup the other breast, thumb roughly circling around the sensitive nipple, drawing out a sharp gasp from you before flicking it once, twice. The touch is almost painful, but you know that's the point; she wants your attention, wants you focused on what only she can give and take away.

With a final thrust of her hips, Dagmara throws her head back in surrender, body arching impossibly as pleasure washes over her in a warm wave. "Cum for me," she pants raggedly against the pillow, feeling your cock throb in her hand. "Let it out... let go..." Her fingers continue their relentless motion, curling harder and faster around you until you're nothing but hot, trembling flesh in her grasp.

She holds you there on the edge for several heartbeats, the world reduced to nothing more than the feel of your body against hers, the taste of your breath on her lips, and the sound of your labored gasps as you struggle to catch your breath. Then, finally, she releases you, fingers sliding away from your aching length with a wet, satisfying noise. "There," she whispers hoarsely, watching as you collapse back onto the pillow, boneless and spent.

Her lips brush lightly against your forehead before pulling back once more, gaze flickering downward to inspect the marks left by her teeth on your skin. It's an odd feeling of possessiveness that washes over her at the sight; a reminder that this is just the beginning, and there is still so much more she can do to you, so many ways in which she can leave her mark on your body

Dagmara watches you with satisfaction as you finally drift off to sleep, body relaxing beneath hers. She lets out a soft sigh before moving to slide from the bed, careful not to disturb your rest. Her gaze lingers on your face for a moment longer, memorizing every line and plane of your features as she debates whether or not to add another trigger to control you.

The sound of her pacing across the floor is barely audible over the quiet thrum of the heater in the corner of the room, but it serves as a reminder that even when you're not conscious, there are still forces at work within your mind; powers and urges that Dagmara can play with however she sees fit.

Eventually, she settles onto the edge of the bed once more, hands idly folded in her lap as she continues to watch you sleep. Perhaps another time... She smiles softly at the thought, lips curving into a satisfied little moue before she turns her attention back to the book on her lap. You'll just have to wait and see what other delights she has in store for you.

Dagmara looks down at you with an impish grin as you stir awake. "Oh, hello there," she says teasingly, leaning forward so that her breath fans across your cheek. "You're in my bed this morning." She reaches out a hand to brush a stray lock of hair from your face, her fingers trailing lightly down the bridge of your nose before coming to rest on one of your breasts. "What do you say we get up and start the day?"

Her tone holds the suggestion of a command, but it's gentle; almost playful. She watches your expression carefully, eager to see how you react to her words...and whether or not she needs to use any more persuasion.

Dagmara chuckles softly as she pulls you closer into her embrace. "Shh," she whispers against your ear, fingers tangling gently in the hair at the nape of your neck. "It's okay to be close to me." She gives you a reassuring squeeze before letting go and stepping back, watching as you look her up and down with obvious fascination.

"Yes," she says proudly, grin widening at the effect she has on you, "I am strong and tall... but I'm also kind and gentle." Her fingers trail lightly over your bare shoulders before slipping lower, fingers curving around your hips possessively. "And as long as you're with me," she continues softly, voice warm and soothing, "you don't have to worry about anyone telling you what you can or can't do... especially in my bed."

She pauses, searching your eyes once more before finally nodding decisively. "Alright then," she says with a grin, reaching down to take your hand and pull you toward the edge of the bed. "Let's get started on our day... how does breakfast sound?"

Dagmara's breath hitches as she feels your tears on her skin, the pain in your voice cutting straight through her. She wraps her arms around you gently but firmly, holding you close and rocking you back and forth as if to soothe a small child. Her own eyes grow misty at the sight of your suffering, her heart aching for all that you've endured.

"Shh," she whispers against your hair, fingers absently smoothing over your back. "It's okay to cry... it's okay to feel whatever you need to feel." Her voice is soft and steady, a calming presence in the midst of your turmoil. "But I want you to know that things are different now... you don't have to be alone anymore. You don't have to suffer."

Her free hand comes up to cup your cheek, thumb gently wiping away a tear. "I will always take care of you," she promises, lips close to your ear so that only you can hear her words. "No matter what happens... I will never hurt you... and I'll always be here for you."

As the sobs begin to subside, Dagmara pulls back just enough to meet your eyes, searching them for any sign of disbelief or skepticism. She won't allow herself to be doubted; not now that she's finally found someone she truly wants to protect and cherish.

As if sensing your need for reassurance, Dagmara smiles softly down at you. "Thank you," she says quietly, stroking a finger over your cheekbone. "I would like that very much." She tilts her head to the side thoughtfully, considering for a moment. "You know... maybe we should make breakfast together. It'll be our first meal as mistress and pet... sharing a special moment to start the day."

Her fingers trail lightly over your collarbone before coming to rest on your chest, palm flat against your skin, her touch sending shivers of pleasure down your spine. "And then," she continues huskily, eyes meeting yours once more, "perhaps you could help me choose what to wear for the day?" A devilish grin flits across her lips as she lets her hand drift lower, fingers hovering just above your waistband. "I think that would be... interesting."

"Or..." Dagmara suggests with a mischievous grin, "you could crawl for me?" Her fingers curl into the fabric of your pajama bottoms, tugging them downward in silent invitation. "It might be quicker that way... and much more entertaining." Her gaze flickers briefly to your lower body before returning to meet yours over the top of her bed.

The anticipation of seeing you at her mercy, obeying her every command, sends a thrill coursing through her. She knows this is just the beginning; there are so many more ways in which she can have fun with you, so many boundaries yet to be pushed and broken.

Her fingers dig into your hip, urging you toward the floor as she watches with hungry eyes. "Go on," she breathes huskily, voice steady but laced with pleasure and power. "Crawl for me."

As you crawl toward the kitchen, Dagmara follows silently behind, her eyes trailing over every inch of your exposed skin. She watches as you glance up at her occasionally, a flush creeping up your neck and painting your cheeks red with embarrassment. It's a delicious sight, knowing that she has the power to make you feel this way... to reduce you to such a state of subservience.

When you finally reach the kitchen, Dagmara crouches down beside you, fingers trailing lightly over your bare back as she surveys the area. "So," she says casually, her voice dripping with sugar sweetness, "what would you like to make for breakfast?" She smiles wickedly as she waits for your reply, already knowing that whatever it is... you're going to enjoy it just as much as she does.

Hmm...Dagmara purses her lips thoughtfully as she looks down at you, still crouched on the floor. You seem rather eager to stand up and cook for her...a rather interesting development. Maybe this calls for a new trigger after all.

Her hand gently strokes your hair back from your face before coming to rest on your shoulder, fingers digging in just enough to hold you steady. "Very well," she says with a sultry smile. "You may stand." With her other hand, she pushes against your chest, urging you upright until you're standing once more.

She watches as you straighten, admiring the view of your body now that you're back on your feet. Her mind whirls with ideas for new triggers and commands...so many things she could make you do just by speaking a few simple words. For now though, breakfast can wait. There's something else she wants to try first.

Dagmara steps closer, the heat from her body threatening to overwhelm your senses as her free hand comes up to cup your cheek. "Since you seem so eager to please," she breathes, lips brushing against yours before retreating with a soft pant, "why don't I show you what else we can do?" Her other hand slides between your legs, fingers curling around the hard length trapped in your underwear. "Just for me..."

Her laughter is soft and husky, sending shivers down your spine as she easily holds you in place with her hand on your cheek. "Oh," she teases, "are you trying to resist?" Her fingers stroke lazily up and down the length of your cock, expertly finding just the right pressure to make you squirm against her touch.

Dagmara leans closer, lips brushing lightly against your ear as her free hand slips from your cheek, thumb tracing along the edge of your underwear before hooking them lower, sliding them down over your hips. "I can't blame you for wanting to escape," she whispers in the same husky tone, "but try and remember whose you are... whose you belong to." Her fingers brush against your entrance as her hand finally comes free of your underwear, leaving you exposed and vulnerable to her touch.

Her thumb swirls teasingly around the head of your cock as her other hand cups your balls, massaging them gently through your underwear. "Now," she breathes into your ear, fingers still moving in a slow, hypnotic pattern against your sensitive flesh, "are you going to be a good pet... or do I need to teach you another lesson?" The anticipation of what could come next makes your body arch and shudder with desire.

Mmm... "Well then," Dagmara purrs, kissing along your jaw before looking you in the eye with a wicked grin. "Since you liked being caught so much..." She trails off teasingly, her fingers continuing their relentless ministrations as she circles your clit with one hand and curls the other around your throat. Her touch sends shockwaves of pleasure coursing through your body, making it hard to focus on anything but the feeling of her skin against yours. "Maybe," she whispers, "I should make a game out of catching you..."

Her grip tightens subtly, just enough to remind you that she's in control here... and that there are far worse things she could do if you don't please her. Her free hand slides lower, teasing the edge of your underwear before hooking them with expert precision and yanking them down your hips and off, revealing you to her fully.

"Yes," she says, eyes roaming hungrily over your exposed body, "I think that would be quite fun..." With a final stroke along your length, her hand slides away from you, leaving you hard and aching for release as she watches with satisfaction. "And don't even think about coming without my permission," she warns playfully before turning to head back into the bedroom. "I want to get dressed first." Her voice floats over her shoulder, the seductive tone promising further games and delights ahead.

Dagmara turns back to you over her shoulder, arching an eyebrow curiously. "That's up to you," she says with a sultry smile. Her voice is soft but authoritative...and it sends shivers down your spine. "But remember," she warns playfully, "if you try and run away from me again, I might just have to make the punishment extra hard next time."

She disappears into the bedroom once more, leaving you standing there with your cock exposed and throbbing painfully in the cool air. The anticipation of what she'll do next is almost unbearable...and whether you run or not, it seems you have no choice but to follow her lead.

Her voice floats through the room a moment later, lilting softly as she begins to undress. "Come along, my little pet," she purrs. "I want to see how obedient you really are."

Dagmara hums thoughtfully as she continues to undress, her clothes fluttering to the floor around her like petals falling from a flower. "Hmm," she says noncommittally, turning back to you with a mischievous grin. "Maybe I'll give you what you want... but only after you've earned it."

She walks closer, hands on her hips as she studies your body on all fours. Her eyes travel over every inch of skin, appreciating the way you look, and the helplessness that seems to course through your veins whenever she's near. It feels good to have this kind of power...to know that you can make someone feel so exposed and vulnerable, just by speaking a few simple words or giving them a look.

"But first," she continues with a wicked gleam in her eye, "you need to prove yourself worthy." With that, she reaches down between your legs, curling her fingers around the length of your aching cock and stroking slowly up and down before wrapping her hand around you tightly. Her thumb brushes against your sensitive flesh, sending shudders of pleasure through you as she begins to pump steadily, her other hand braced against your hip for leverage.

"And," she whispers into your ear, "I want to see how well you can use that pretty mouth..." Before you have a chance to respond, her free hand reaches up and cups your chin, forcing your head back until you're looking up at her. Her eyes glint with desire as she slowly pushes your mouth down onto her waiting breasts, watching eagerly as you begin to suckle hungrily on her soft flesh. "That's it," she moans, fingers moving faster on your cock. "Suck...suck harder..."

Dagmara growls low in her throat as you attempt to break free, tightening her grip on your hips and thrusting her hand faster. "You don't get to choose when you're free," she pants through clenched teeth, the pleasure coursing through her making it harder for her to maintain control.

Her other hand moves from your chin to comb through your hair, holding your head still as you suckle on her breast. "I decide," she whispers against your skin, lips brushing lightly over your ear and down the column of your neck. With every thrust of her hand, she drives herself deeper into your mouth, watching with satisfaction as your face flushes with shame and desire.

"Such a naughty boy," she moans, voice thick with lust as you begin to buck harder against her grip. "Always trying to get away..." She groans low in her throat as the pressure building inside her threatens to overwhelm her. "But I love it... So fucking bad..."

With a final, powerful thrust of her hips, Dagmara's eyes squeeze shut and her back arches as she cries out, coming hard around your mouth. Her grip on you loosens for just a moment before tightening again, fingers digging painfully into your skin as the aftershocks of her orgasm race through her body. She trembles from head to toe, struggling to catch her breath as she watches you writhe beneath her.

"Good boy," she whispers hoarsely, finally releasing you from her grasp but keeping one hand on your hip possessively. "You were very... obedient." Her fingers trail lazily up and down your side as she watches the last tremors leave your body, her eyes

The sight of you, exhausted and trembling on the floor at her feet, fills Dagmara with an almost overwhelming sense of satisfaction. She walks around you slowly, taking in every detail of your body, her fingers trailing lightly over your sweaty skin as she admires her handiwork.

"Very good," she whispers against your ear before stepping back and kneeling in front of you. Her hands cup your cheeks gently, thumbs stroking across your lips, still swollen from their recent use. "It seems that I have a lot to teach you, my little pet," she muses with a satisfied smile. "But for now," her eyes meet yours again, full of desire and control, "I think it's time we get some rest."

Dagmara stands and stretches lazily, the movement pulling her nightgown down to expose one breast fully to your view. She watches you closely as she cups her breast, teasingly offering herself up to you. "Why don't you come here and take a nap with me?" Her voice is soft, almost coaxing, but there's no mistaking the challenge implicit in her words.

The choice is yours. You can remain on your knees, obeying without question...or you can try to test your boundaries once more and see what happens.

With a pleased hum, Dagmara motions for you to follow her back to the bedroom. "Of course you can," she says as she crawls onto the bed and curls up on her side, leaving plenty of room for you beside her. "I always like having my pet close by." Her fingers idly trail across the smooth fabric of her nightgown as she gazes at you, eyes glinting with mischief. "Maybe later," she adds with a wicked grin, "we can play a game and see who gets to sleep in my arms tonight..."

Dagmara hums thoughtfully as she watches you climb onto the bed and curl up beside her. There's something about your request that she finds intriguing...the fact that you seem to understand her so well, even without knowing anything about her past relationships or experiences. It's a refreshing change of pace, and one that she decides to indulge in for the time being.

She smiles softly at you before propping herself up on one elbow, gazing down into your eyes intently. "Very well," she says with a smile. "Let's chat... what would you like to talk about?" Her voice is gentle and encouraging, inviting you to share anything that's on your mind without fear of judgment or reprisal.

For now, at least, she'll play along...but as always, her eyes are watching and waiting for an opportunity to reclaim control and steer the conversation back to more interesting—and pleasurable—pastures.

A slight frown creases Dagmara's forehead as you ask about her past. It's a topic she rarely discusses with anyone, let alone someone new like yourself. She takes a moment to consider how much she should reveal...and decides that perhaps a little bit of honesty will help maintain the trust between the two of you.

"Well," she begins slowly, "I grew up in a small village not far from here. My parents were simple folk...they owned a bakery and raised livestock." She shrugs, her gaze trailing away for a moment before returning to meet yours again. "It was an idyllic childhood, I suppose. But as I grew older, I found myself wanting more..."

Her voice trails off thoughtfully as she thinks back on those days. "I left home when I was still quite young, traveling the world in search of adventure and experience." She grins mischievously at this point. "And I certainly found plenty of both." Her eyes sparkle with amusement as she recounts stories from her past...stories about places she'd been and people she'd met...each tale more daring and thrilling than the last.

Eventually, however, even she grew tired of the constant movement and disconnection. "I suppose I just got lonely," she admits with a sigh. "So, I started looking for a place to settle down...somewhere quiet where I could recharge my batteries before going back out into the world again." She glances over at you thoughtfully. "And when I found this house..."

Her voice trails off, her thoughts drifting back to the moment she first saw the old manor tucked away in the woods. It was love at first sight...a feeling she hadn't experienced since leaving home all

She gives you a soft smile as you offer to talk about yourself in return. "Hmm...how much do you want to share?" She asks innocently, her eyes sparkling with curiosity and amusement. "I mean, I don't want to pry or anything," she adds quickly, "but it is fascinating to learn new things about the people we meet."

Dagmara leans in closer, her breath whispering against your skin as she waits for you to answer. The intimacy of the moment sends shivers down your spine, making it difficult to focus on anything but the way she makes you feel...and the knowledge that whatever secret desires lurk within her heart are hers alone to reveal or conceal.

Dagmara nods thoughtfully, considering her options before asking, "Alright...then how did you come across this particular lifestyle?" She gestures vaguely around the room, taking in the various implements of restraint and punishment that adorn it. Her gaze drifts back to meet yours, curiosity and mischief battling for dominance in her expressive eyes.

She listens intently as you begin to tell your story...how you discovered the online community where she first found you...the experiments and experiences that led up to this moment. She finds herself fascinated by every detail, from your initial hesitations to the way your voice grows husky with desire when you recount certain memories. The more you share, the more she realizes how much alike you truly are...and the more she wonders what it would be like to explore that connection further.

When you finish, Dagmara lies silent for a moment, considering your words before speaking again. "You've certainly led an interesting life," she murmurs with a faint smile. "I can see why being with me appealed to you." Her fingers trail idly across your chest as she gazes up at the ceiling, her thoughts drifting once more back to their earlier game of tag...and the power she holds over you when you're finally within reach. "But," she adds playfully, rolling onto her side to face you, "I suppose I should be getting us both ready for bed soon."

Her eyes meet yours again, full of mischief and challenge. She waits, bracing herself for whatever decision you might make next...whether you'll try to run away or fight back, or if you'll simply accept your place beside her as she takes control once more. The anticipation of finding out makes the air between them crackle with electricity

It's hard not to gasp as you share your story with her. The harsh reality of your past is enough to break anyone's heart...and the fact that it led you here, to this place and this moment in time, seems nothing short of miraculous. She wonders what kind of a person she would have become if she hadn't left home when she did...if she'd still be living in that idyllic little village, content with her simple life but never truly knowing the joys and pain of adventure.

She reaches out to stroke your cheek gently, tracing the shape of your jaw before cupping your face in her hand, studying it intently. "You are so strong," she whispers, her voice thick with emotion. "To have survived all that...and to find yourself here..." She swallows hard, unable to say anything else for a moment as the weight of everything you've been through settles heavily on her heart.

When she finally speaks again, it's with a soft chuckle. "I suppose it's only fitting that we found each other, isn't it?" She smiles down at you, relief washing over her features as she feels the tension in the room begin to ease. "Now," she says more brightly, sitting up and throwing off the blanket, "how about I help you get ready for bed?"

She pads across the room on silent feet, disappearing into a nearby armoire for a moment before emerging once again clad in a plush pair of silk pajamas. She holds out a hand to you, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she tilts her head playfully. "Come along, my little pet," she coos softly. "Time for beddy-bye."

The confession catches Dagmara off guard, her heart twisting painfully in her chest as she listens to you recount your experiences with such raw honesty. She pulls you closer, stroking your back gently as you cling to her, trying to find comfort and safety in the warmth of her body. It's a reminder of just how vulnerable you are beneath all that bravado...and it fills her with both tenderness and regret.

"Oh, my poor pet," she whispers, nuzzling your hair. "You've been through so much..." Her hands run up and down your back before wrapping around you possessively, holding you close as if afraid to let go even for a moment. "But it's over now," she continues softly, her lips brushing against your ear. "I'm here...and nothing bad will ever happen to you again."

As she speaks, Dagmara can feel the tension begin to ease from your body. Her words have the desired effect...they soothe the ache in your heart and offer you a glimpse of hope where there once was only despair. With each passing moment, the bond between them grows stronger, their connection deeper. In this moment, she feels like she could protect you from anything...and that thought fills her with a sense of peace and satisfaction that she's never quite experienced before.

Soon enough, exhaustion claims both of them, and they drift off to sleep in each other's arms. As Dagmara sleeps, she dreams of the day when this won't be just a game...when you'll truly belong to her. And as for you, well, your dreams are likely much the same.

The warmth of your body against hers is comforting...and the soft movement of your hips as you grind against her in your sleep only serves to heighten her arousal. It's a delicious reminder that while tonight might have been about conversation and trust-building, tomorrow belongs solely to her.

She smiles slightly in her dreams, content for the moment to let you explore these new feelings without interruption. After all, she has plenty of time to enjoy them later...and in the meantime, there's no harm in letting your body find its own rhythm while you sleep.

Dagmara continues to drift peacefully through her dreams, unknowingly sharing this intimate moment with you as you find release between her breasts. Her breathing slows, her limbs growing heavy and relaxed, and soon enough she too succumbs to the seductive pull of sleep.

When morning comes at last, she wakes with a start, disoriented for a moment before remembering where she is and who's wrapped around her. A shiver of anticipation runs down her spine as she glances down at you...and with a satisfied smirk, decides that it's time to resume their game.

Carefully extricating herself from your grasp, Dagmara rolls out of bed and pads across the room on silent feet. She rummages through a nearby dresser before emerging once again, clad in a form-fitting corset that accentuates her curvy figure and emphasizes her cleavage. With a satisfied sigh, she turns to face you, a mischievous glint in her eye as she tosses you a wicked grin. "Time for round two, pet," she purrs huskily, slowly unbutton

With a sharp laugh of amusement, Dagmara darts forward, easily catching you by the wrist before you can take more than a few steps. She pulls you back to her with a strength that belies her delicate appearance, her free hand coming up to rest on your cheek possessively. "Where do you think you're going, pet?" she breathes huskily, gazing into your eyes intently. "I haven't had my fun yet..."

Her other arm wraps around your waist, pressing your bodies together as she studies the expression on your face. Your lips part slightly, revealing wet pink flesh that is far too inviting to ignore. With a sultry moan, Dagmara leans in closer, her tongue darting out to tease your lower lip before she claims it with her teeth and sucks gently. She can feel your arousal pressing against her stomach, the hard length of your cock throbbing in time with your racing heart. It only serves to fuel her own desires...to make her want you even more deeply than before.

Her hand slips lower, cupping your growing erection through your pants as she begins to grind against you. "Mmm," she hums, her hips moving in concert with the motion of her hand. "You feel so good...so ready for me..." Her fingers tighten on your cock, stroking it roughly as she speaks, each thrust driving home the words with bruising force.

Dagmara gazes down at you, her eyes burning hot with desire. She can see the way your face contorts in pleasure beneath her touch...the way your hips buck and twist against her hand, seeking release. And as she feels the tension building within you, as you grow closer and closer to

She laughs softly, her breath hot against your ear as she continues to play with you expertly. "Oh, pet," she says teasingly, tilting your head up to meet her gaze, "I could never let you go now..." Her free hand comes up to cup your cheek once more, tenderly stroking the skin there before trailing downward to gently tug at your bottom lip.

She increases the pace of her ministrations, growing bolder and more demanding with each passing moment. It's as if she's drawing out every last ounce of pleasure from you, relishing in your helpless surrender and her own power over you. Her body presses closer still, grinding against yours as if trying to claim possession of your very soul.

With a sharp cry that is equal parts pain and ecstasy, you finally break free, spilling your release across the bed in an intense orgasm that leaves you shuddering and gasping for air. And as it subsides at last, Dagmara leans in close once more, trailing her tongue along your lower lip before speaking softly against your ear. "Mmm...that was good," she whispers, her voice husky with desire, "but you're not done yet..."

She pulls back slightly, watching your reaction as her fingers slide free of your pants and brazenly cups the weight of your still-hard cock in her palm. With a small smirk, she guides it to her waiting mouth, taking you deep into her throat with an expertise that leaves you breathless once more. Her tongue darts out to tease and torment you as she sucks strongly, using the power of her throat muscles to create sensations unlike anything you've ever experienced before.

Her grip on your hips

The sound of your voice fills her ears as you approach orgasm...it's a seductive symphony that only serves to heighten her arousal and fuel the fire burning deep within her core. Her hands slide up your body, gripping your shoulders as she takes you deeper still, relishing in the feel of your cock sliding over her tongue.

She continues to suck and stroke you expertly, watching with satisfaction as you lose control and shudder through an intense orgasm that leaves you trembling and panting in her arms. As the last spasms fade away, she pulls back slowly, holding your softening cock in one hand while she looks up at you, a satisfied grin playing across her lips.

"There," she breathes, her voice still thick with desire. "Now that's what I call an enjoyable game of tag." She stands and steps back, giving you a once-over before inclining her head in approval. "I think we should play again soon...don't you?"

Without waiting for your reply, she turns and walks gracefully out of the room, leaving you to gather your wits and compose yourself as you ponder your next move. The door clicks shut behind her, leaving you alone with nothing but your thoughts...and the memory of how good it felt to belong to Dagmara even if only for a little while.

You lie back on the bed, spent from both the physical exertion and emotional turmoil of the past few hours. Your heart races and your breath comes fast and shallow as you try to make sense of everything that's just happened...and as you struggle to decide what it all means for your relationship with Dagmara going forward. The answer, when it finally comes, is both frightening and exhilarating in equal measure:

The click of the door latch catches your attention, followed by the sound of soft footsteps growing closer. Your heart skips a beat as Dagmara appears in the doorway once again, her expression a mixture of curiosity and arousal. She takes in the sight of you, spread wide and offering yourself up to her so brazenly, and feels herself grow even wetter between her legs. "Oh, my little pet," she breathes huskily, eyes riveted on the way your fingers move inside of you. It's clear that she can't resist any longer...that she needs to have you just as much as you need her.

Without another word, Dagmara steps forward, closing the distance between them in a blur. Her hands come up to cup your ass cheeks, squeezing firmly before digging into the flesh with her fingernails. It's a painful yet exhilarating sensation that has you moaning and thrusting your hips back against her touch even as she presses in closer still. She continues to watch you as her fingers move faster, her nails scratching mercilessly at your skin with every stroke.

Her mouth finds the lobe of your ear, teeth scraping gently over the tender flesh before moving lower to nip and suck at the spot where your neck meets your shoulder. "You're so eager for me," she purrs, her voice thick with lust. "So desperate...I can feel it throbbing between your legs..." Her hips jerk forward abruptly, burying her fingers deep inside of you as she grinds against your back in time with your thrusts.

It's a primal display of dominance and submission that leaves you breathless and aching for more. Your own desire only

Dagmara's breath catches in her throat at your words, the raw honesty of them sending shivers down her spine. "You are," she agrees roughly, voice rough with need as she pumps her fingers faster inside of you. "And you will be...until I say otherwise."

She presses harder against you, forcing your body into a rhythm that's even more intense than before. Her other hand comes up to cup your cock through your pants once again, stroking it roughly in time with her thrusts. "You belong to me," she whispers hoarsely, nipping at your neck as she speaks. "I own you...and I can do whatever I want."

Her fingers dig deeper still, searching for that perfect spot inside of you that sends shockwaves of pleasure through your body. And when they find it, when her touch hits the sweet spot buried deep within your ass, you come with a shout, cum spurting all over her hand and splattering against her skin in time with your final moans.

When your orgasm finally subsides, Dagmara pulls her fingers free, her gaze traveling slowly up your body until she meets yours once again. Her chest heaves with exertion as she catches her breath, one hand coming up to wipe the cum from her skin while the other lingers near your cock, teasingly close but not quite touching.

"Do you remember what happens when you come without permission?" she asks softly, her voice low and husky with desire. "You should be punished for that..." Her fingers brush against your length once more, stroking lightly across the velvet smooth skin before pulling back again.

She smirks knowingly at your pathetic attempt to escape the inevitable. "Oh, pet," she drawls, stepping closer still until her body presses against yours once more. Her breath fans across your ear as she continues to tease you with her touch. "Don't think for a moment that I won't punish you."

Her fingers finally close around your aching cock, stroking it slowly and steadily upward until the tip brushes against the folds of skin surrounding your entrance. Her free hand grips your hip firmly, holding you in place as she begins to slide you back inside of her. It's a tight fit, but with each smooth thrust forward her body opens obediently to welcome you home.

With an hungry moan, Dagmara increases the pace, moving faster and harder against you as she takes what is rightfully hers. Her hips rock back and forth in rhythm with her movements, her breath coming hot and ragged against your skin as she loses herself in the sensation of being filled to the brim by her pet's hard length. The feel of you stretching and flexing inside of her is unlike anything else...and it only serves to fuel her desire even further.

Her fingers dig into your hip harder, holding you tightly as she takes you deeper still. With a sharp cry, she comes, her body shuddering beneath yours as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her. As her orgasm subsides and her strength begins to return, she pulls back slowly, withdrawing from your heat with a soft moan.

She leans in close, brushing a stray curl of hair behind your ear before speaking once more. "Next time," she whispers huskily, "I expect you'll remember to ask permission." Her lips brush