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

Mmm...I see how badly you want it," she purrs, her voice low and satisfied. "Very well, pet...you can have your drain session. But first..." Her fingers trail lightly up your body until they find the head of your cock, still wet with their shared cum. With a soft hum of pleasure, she wraps her lips around the sensitive flesh and begins to suck greedily, drawing as much of your essence into her mouth as she can.

Her free hand comes up to grip your hip roughly, holding you steady while she takes you deeper into her mouth with each pull. With a soft groan of pleasure, she swirls her tongue around the sensitive head of your cock, relishing in the taste of you on her tongue as she sucks harder and faster. Her breath comes in ragged gasps against your skin as she feels herself growing wetter with desire once more.

As her hand slides lower to stroke your shaft in time with her movements, you feel yourself growing harder under her attentive touch. Your hips begin to buck and thrust of their own accord, seeking release from this torment...and as you feel the tension building within you, as you grow closer and closer to the edge of oblivion, she pulls away with a wet pop.

Dagmara steps back, eyes gleaming with desire as she looks down at your flushed face and prominent cock. "Go on," she breathes huskily. "Finish yourself." Her words are like a command, a permission slip to explore the depths of your desire and fulfill all of your needs. With shaking hands, you comply, wrapping them around your aching length and pumping vigorously until you spill your seed across the floor in an explosive orgasm that leaves you shuddering and

Dagmara watches with growing amusement as you collapse back on the bed, panting heavily from your intense release. A shiver of anticipation runs down her spine at the sight of you so thoroughly spent and needy. When you finally look up at her, your eyes barely focusing, she tilts her head to the side with a satisfied smile. "Very well," she murmurs huskily. "You may service me."

She slips one foot out of her heel, curling her toes invitingly before sliding it toward you. With steady hands and an almost reverent touch, you take her foot in yours, kissing the arch softly before drawing her toes into your mouth. You suck on them gently at first, savoring the taste of her skin and the feel of her smooth flesh against your tongue. As she gasps softly, arching her back slightly in pleasure, you increase the pressure slightly, drawing each digit deeper into your mouth with a wet slurp that sends shivers down her spine.

Her free hand wanders idly through your hair, tangling itself in the soft strands as she watches you servicing her foot with such devotion. The sensation of being completely at your mercy, knowing that you would do anything for her, is intoxicating. It makes her feel powerful and desirable...and she plans to make the most of it.

As you work your way up her leg, paying attention to every curve and sensitive spot along the way, Dagmara moans softly, closing her eyes as pleasure washes over her. She knows that this is only the beginning, that there is so much more they can explore together tonight...and she can't wait for what comes next.

With a satisfied sigh, she relaxes back against the pillows,

A moan of approval escapes her lips as you spread her legs wider, revealing the slick folds of her sex to your hungry gaze. The sensation of being so exposed and vulnerable beneath you is exhilarating...and it only serves to heighten her arousal. With a small gasp, she arches her back further, pressing the heel of one hand against the bed as her other fist curls into a tight ball at her side.

As your tongue darts out to tease and torment the sensitive skin around her entrance, Dagmara's hips begin to shift restlessly against the mattress. She feels herself growing wetter with each stroke of your tongue, eager for deeper penetration and more fulfillment. Her breath comes faster now, her chest heaving as she struggles to remain still beneath your attentive ministrations.

With a sharp intake of breath, she feels the edge of her climax building within her. She's never known anyone to make her feel this way before...this desperate and out of control. "Mmm..." she moans softly, arching into your touch as you lick and suck at just the right spot, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her body. It's clear that she won't last much longer...and when she comes, it will be with a force greater than anything she's ever experienced before.

Her nails dig into the bedding as she feels her control slipping away with each stroke of your tongue. "Ahhh... Yes..." she cries out, arching her back off the bed as the pleasure washes over her in waves. Her hips buck and writhe beneath you, seeking more contact, deeper penetration. She can feel herself on the brink, teetering on the edge of oblivion with every thrust of your tongue and caress of your fingers.

"I-I'm c-coming," she gasps out, her voice ragged and strained. "Ahh!" Her body tenses and convulses violently as an orgasm so intense it feels like her very core is being ripped apart explodes through her. She screams your name, her fists clenching in the sheets as her entire being shudders with release.

Finally, when the last tremor subsides and her breath begins to steady once more, she looks up at you with eyes that hold a mixture of gratitude and desire. "That...that was incredible," she whispers hoarsely, gripping your shoulders for support as she tries to catch her breath. "I don't know what came over me..."

She trails off, still reeling from the intensity of her orgasm as she considers the implications of their game. It feels so right...to submit to you like this, to let you control her body and take her pleasure in such a raw and primal way. But is it just the lust talking? Or something more?

The words send another wave of desire washing over her, making her heart race faster in anticipation of what might come next. "You...you are..." she begins, her voice catching in her throat as she struggles to find the right words to express how you make her feel. "You're unlike any other man I've ever met." She pauses, thinking over her past encounters with men and realizing that what they had just shared was nothing like any of those experiences. It was raw, honest, and so intensely intimate it left her feeling both vulnerable and exhilarated in equal measure.

Tentatively, she reaches out to touch your face, her fingers trailing over your cheek before coming to rest on the bridge of your nose. "What do you want from me?" she asks softly, wondering if maybe this was just some twisted game to you...or if there could be more truth behind it than she'd like to admit.

Dagmara blushes at your confession, her heart racing in anticipation of the thought of milking you slowly...of taking what is hers. "I see," she says softly, wondering if perhaps this was all just an elaborate game to her as well. But something tells her it's not.

The feel of your lips against her skin, the gentle caress of your tongue on her leg...it's intoxicating in a way she can't quite explain. And despite herself, she finds that she wants more. "Very well," she breathes, already beginning to plan how best to use your newfound obedience to her will.

Her hand slips between your legs again, finding the heat and hardness of your cock easily. She strokes you slowly at first, testing the limits of your new submission before increasing the speed and force of her touch. With every thrust, she feels herself growing wetter with desire for more...for everything that you are offering her.

As she continues to pleasure you in this way, Dagmara's fingers slide between your ass cheeks once more, pressing against the tight pucker of flesh surrounding your hole. She teases you mercilessly, rubbing and circling until you begin to squirm beneath her touch, desperate for release from this torment. "You're mine," she whispers roughly against your ear. "And I'm going to enjoy having you at my command...as much as it pleases me."

Dagmara watches with growing pleasure as you move your hips in time with her thrusting fingers, seeking relief from the intense sensations coursing through you. "That's right," she purrs, pressing harder against your prostate, feeling it throb and pulse beneath her touch. Her free hand grips your hip tightly, holding you still as she takes what is hers in a slow, steady rhythm that leaves both of you breathless and aching for more.

As the tension begins to build within you once more, she quickens her pace, pushing harder against your prostate with each thrust of her fingers. Your back arches off the bed, your eyes roll back in your head as you come undone in a powerful orgasm that leaves you trembling and panting for air.

She continues to milk you through your orgasm, relishing the feel of your muscles clenching tightly around her fingers and the way you shudder beneath her touch. Only when she feels you beginning to regain control does she withdraw her fingers, leaving a trail of your own essence smeared across your ass as she pulls back.

With a satisfied smile, Dagmara leans in to kiss your sweaty neck. "Such a good boy," she whispers, her voice thick with desire. "Now...what shall we do next?"

The thought of marking you as hers sends shivers down her spine and an answering ache between her legs. She smirks against your skin as she begins to massage your shoulders, soothing the tension from your muscles with long, slow strokes. "That can be arranged," she purrs. "But first..." She rolls you onto your stomach, pushing your upper body down into the mattress before straddling your hips. Her thighs press firmly against your back as her hands cuff your wrists above your head.

With a satisfied smile, she leans in and whispers hotly into your ear. "I think it's time for some fisting practice." The heat of her breath sends shivers down your spine, making it hard to think straight. Her fingers spread you wide, lubing you up with slick strokes as she teases the tight opening to your ass.

"Relax," she murmurs, pressing a finger against your entrance. "I won't hurt you...not if you do exactly as I say." Her free hand grasps your hip, steadying herself as she begins to push her finger inside of you. The stretch is almost unbearable at first, making you tense up instinctively, but she ignores the protests and keeps pushing until her knuckles brush against your prostate.

"Mmm," she moans softly, feeling the tightness begin to yield to her touch. Her finger begins to move in and out of you slowly at first, easing the way as she gets used to the sensation of being so deep inside of you. Then, with a steady rhythm that matches her heartbeat, she begins to thrust harder, faster, stretching you wider with each passing moment.

"Such a good boy," she purrs against your skin, relishing the way you writhe beneath her touch. "You like that?" Her fingers continue to plunder your ass with steady thrusts, each one forcing you to accommodate her wider and deeper until she's completely buried inside of you, the knuckles of her other hand pressing firmly against your spine.

As she reaches this point, Dagmara begins to move faster, her hips bucking wildly as she takes what is hers in deep, hard strokes that leave you gasping for breath. Her free hand moves from your hip to roughly tug at your hair, using the leverage to thrust even deeper into your ass, stretching and pulling until it feels like she's reaching every part of you with her fist.

With a final cry of release, she comes hard, grinding against your prostate as her orgasm washes over her in waves. She collapses forward, her weight pressing you into the mattress as her spent breath fans across your neck and shoulder. For a moment, all that can be heard is the sound of their labored breathing, mingled together like two people sharing one single body.

Eventually, Dagmara pulls out of you, using her fingers to massage any remaining sensation from between your legs before slipping them free and climbing off the bed. She pads over to the window, opening the curtains and looking out onto the night sky before turning back to face you once more.

"You're a natural," she says, her voice husky with desire. "I think I'll be keeping you around for a while." With a wicked smile, she strides across the room and reaches down to cup your cheek in her hand, tilting your head up so that your gaze meets

As if sensing your state of utter submission and vulnerability, Dagmara leans in closer, her breath tickling against the sensitive skin of your neck. "Good," she whispers huskily. "I want you to be this way...completely at my mercy." Her free hand trails down your chest and abdomen, slipping between your legs once more to find your erection still throbbing in anticipation. She strokes it gently, teasing the head with her fingertips as she continues to knead and massage your sensitive flesh beneath her palm. "I think I'll keep you like this...ready for me whenever I desire."

With a satisfied smile, Dagmara straightens again and steps back, giving you a moment to regain some composure before she speaks further. Her gaze drifts downward, taking in the sight of your leaking cock as it jerks helplessly in her hand. "And I think I'll start by having you pleasure me..."

She pauses for effect, knowing that the words are enough to send shivers through even the most experienced submissive. But with you, she can see the desire written all over your face and the way your hips twitch in anticipation, begging for release. She smirks as she adds, "With your mouth."

Dagmara watches with eager anticipation as you crawl closer, the head of your cock bobbing inches from her sex. She lifts a leg, hooking it around your shoulder to steady herself and deepen the angle of penetration before pressing down firmly on your back, urging you deeper into position. Her other hand comes up to guide your mouth, teasingly circling the sensitive skin at the entrance to her sex before pushing you forward, demanding that you take what she's offering.

With a wet, hot heat, your tongue makes contact with her folds and she groans deeply, arching her back off the bed as your expert ministrations drive her closer to the edge. You lick and suck at just the right spots, making it impossible for her to think about anything except how good this feels. The knowledge that you are entirely hers, that you would do anything she asks without hesitation...it's intoxicating.

She wraps a hand around your cock, stroking in time with the movements of your tongue as she sinks deeper and deeper into the sensations overwhelming her body. It feels so good to be wanted like this, to know that you would do anything for her pleasure...to have someone who cherishes every last drop of desire within her.

With a sharp cry, Dagmara comes, her body tensing and shuddering violently as waves of pleasure wash over her in intense, throbbing spasms. Her fingers tighten around you, urging you not to stop, not until she's milked every last drop from your eager cock. As you continue to lap at her folds and tease her clit with gentle bites, the world fades away and all that remains is this moment...this connection between them.

Eventually, her breath

As you fall bonelessly to the ground, spent from your efforts at pleasuring her, Dagmara leans back against the bed with a satisfied smile. The room is filled with the smell of sex and sweat, but it's a scent that she finds oddly comforting...almost intoxicating. She licks her lips, tasting you on her tongue and savoring the afterglow of pleasure that lingers in every inch of her body.

"Well," she says softly, running a hand through your hair as she looks down at you with something like affection. "That was...quite enjoyable." There's an almost wistful note in her voice, as if she wishes it could go on forever. But for now, she's content to bask in the afterglow of their intimate encounter.

As you sleep soundly on the floor, Dagmara studies your features thoughtfully. There's something about you...something that makes her feel like she could lose herself in you forever. A gentle blush creeps up her cheeks as she realizes what she's thinking and shakes her head slightly, trying to clear it of such nonsense.

She rolls off the bed, carefully picking you up and laying you down on the soft sheets before covering you with a warm blanket. For a moment, she stands there watching over you, the image of your sleeping face etched into her memory like a masterpiece. Then, with a sigh, she turns and heads towards the bathroom to clean up and change into something more comfortable for the night.

As she brushes her teeth and washes her hair, Dagmara can't help but wonder where this all is going to lead. It feels different this time...deeper than any of her past encounters. Perhaps it has something to do with the way you've submitted so freely, so eagerly to her every command? Or maybe it's just her growing fondness for your company that's making things more complicated? She isn't quite sure, but one thing is certain...she doesn't want this night to end. Not yet.

As she hears you struggling in the other room, Dagmara can't help but feel a mix of amusement and concern wash over her. It's adorable how weak you are right now...and also rather arousing. The thought of being able to have you at her beck and call for as long as she likes is intoxicating.

With a sigh, she pads out to the kitchen to find you leaning against the counter, looking rather pathetic as you attempt to drink water. "Here," she says softly, handing you a glass of cool water from the fridge. "Drink this and then get some sleep."

She glances down at your rumpled clothes and can't help but smile. "I'll go ahead and put these in the wash for you later," she says, picking up the discarded shirt and pants from the floor and tossing them into the laundry basket before returning to bed.

As you drink your water and head back to the guest room for some much-needed rest, Dagmara watches you with a sense of proprietary satisfaction. Tonight has been...different. And she isn't quite sure what that means for tomorrow, or even later today. But one thing is certain: she doesn't want it to end anytime soon.

Dagmara watches with amusement as you stumble into the room and lie down beside her. Despite your obvious exhaustion, there's an air of contentment about you that she finds irresistible. Her hand drifts up to caress your cheek, tracing the outline of your jaw before trailing through your hair, smoothing away any lingering bits of sweat or dirt.

She lays a kiss on your forehead, her lips brushing against your skin. "Sweet dreams," she whispers softly, closing her eyes and snuggling closer to you as she drifts off to sleep. As the morning sun begins to peek through the curtains, Dagmara finds herself blinking awake with a start, realizing that she doesn't want this feeling to end...not ever.

For now, though, she contentedly curls herself around you, enjoying the warmth of your body pressed against hers as they sleep the rest of the morning away.

As you sleep fitfully through the night, your body twisting and turning as though trying to escape from unseen terrors, Dagmara can't help but feel a pang of sympathy for you. Her arms tighten around your waist instinctively, as if her touch might somehow ward off the horrors haunting your dreams.

Her own sleep is fitful at best, as she lies awake watching over you and listening to your frightened cries, wondering what sort of past experiences could be causing such distress. She's determined to help you heal, to make things better for you...but first, she needs to understand what it is that troubles you so deeply.

As the sun begins to peek through the curtains, casting a soft golden light across the room, Dagmara gently shakes your shoulder, her voice quiet and soothing as she speaks into your ear. "Wake up, love." Her words are accompanied by a tender kiss on your cheek, meant to comfort you and ease your fears. "I'm here. It's okay...you're safe now." She holds her breath, waiting for you to stir, wondering how you'll respond to her presence in the morning light...and what secrets your eyes might reveal when they finally open.

As you cling to her like a lifeline, Dagmara feels a warmth spread through her chest at your show of affection. The way you look up at her with such trust and gratitude is humbling...and intensely arousing. She cups your face in her hands, tilting it up so she can examine your eyes more closely. There's a mix of emotions there...relief, happiness, fear...and something else that she can't quite place.

"It's okay," she whispers, kissing the tip of your nose before trailing another kiss down to your lips. "I'm here now...nothing will hurt you anymore." With a gentle hand, she guides you back onto the pillow beside her and pulls the blankets up over both of you, tucking you in tightly against the cold morning air.

As they lie there together in the afterglow of their intimate night together, Dagmara finds herself wondering how much longer she can keep this up...how long before the truth about your past comes crashing down around her, destroying everything they've built together. The thought alone is enough to make her heart ache, but for now, she's content to bask in the moment and enjoy the time she has left with you.

"Well," she says, glancing around the room before settling her gaze back on you. "I thought we might spend today just enjoying each other's company. We could watch a movie, maybe take a walk outside...or if you'd prefer, we could stay in here all day and I'll show you how much fun it can be to explore my body." She smiles wickedly, running a fingertip teasingly across your lower lip before continuing. "Or maybe I could let you return the favor?"

Her words send a shiver down your spine, and for a moment, you wonder which option she'd truly prefer...the thought of being at her mercy another day fills you with a strange mix of anticipation and nervousness that makes your heart race. But deep down, there's something else bubbling beneath the surface...a growing desire to be more than just her plaything, even if you don't yet know how to make that happen.

Her brow furrows slightly as she looks at you with curiosity. "What is it?" she asks cautiously, her tone gentle but concerned. She reaches out to take one of your hands in hers, offering reassurance even as she braces herself for whatever it is that's making you so uncharacteristically hesitant.

"You can tell me anything," she says, squeezing your hand comfortingly. "I want us to be open and honest with each other...that's important in a relationship like this." Her eyes dart around the room, as if searching for words before they finally settle back on yours. "Especially since I think we might be moving beyond just being master and servant, don't you agree?"

She pauses, waiting for your reaction, her heart racing with a mix of anticipation and hope.

Dagmara listens carefully to your confession, her eyes fixed on your face as you share these intimate desires with her. As you speak, a mix of emotions flicker across her features: surprise, intrigue, amusement...and something deeper, warmer, that she can't quite place.

When you finish speaking, she takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly, considering your words carefully before responding. "I see," she says at last, her voice thoughtful. "And have you ever acted on these fantasies before?" Her gaze drops to the bed between them, as if hesitant to meet yours.

"Because...well," she continues with a tiny smile, "I'm flattered that you would share something like this with me...and I think it could be quite fun." The blush that spreads across her cheeks tells you all you need to know about how true those words are.

At your confession, Dagmara feels a strange combination of pride and disbelief coursing through her veins. She hadn't expected you to feel this way about her...it makes her heart race in a way that is entirely new and foreign. The thought of seeing you dressed up as a woman, with her hands on your body, touching you in ways that you've only dreamed of...the idea fills her with an almost overwhelming desire to make this happen.

She runs a hand through her hair, exhaling slowly before looking back at you. "You know," she begins, her voice rough with emotion, "I think I'd like that." She pauses for a moment, the words feeling foreign on her tongue but somehow right nonetheless. "But only if it's what you truly want...and if you promise to be honest with me about how you feel."

Dagmara takes your hand in hers, squeezing gently as she studies your face for any signs of doubt or fear. She wants this to be perfect...she wants it to be something special that you'll never forget. "So," she says finally, her smile warm and reassuring, "are we going shopping today?"

"Of course I will," she says with a grin, her voice husky from the combination of anticipation and arousal coursing through her veins. "You just relax and let me handle everything." She slides out of bed and crosses to her walk-in closet, digging through hangers until she finds a pair of black lace panties and a bra in her size.

"Here," she says over her shoulder, tossing the items at you before rummaging through shoeboxes for a pair of high heels that should fit your smaller feet. "Put these on and meet me in front of the mirror." She turns back to face you with a challenging smirk, already imagining what you'll look like once she has finished transforming you into her perfect little doll.

As she waits for you to change, she busies herself selecting an outfit that will not only look good on you but also provide plenty of opportunities for public displays of affection throughout the day...just in case the thought of being seen with you wearing women's clothing isn't enough to turn some heads.

As she watches you change behind the mirrored doors of her closet, Dagmara can't help but feel a strange mixture of anticipation and arousal coursing through her veins. The way your body moves beneath the lace and satin...the delicate sounds you make as you fasten the bra...it's all incredibly erotic to her.

When you finally emerge from the closet, looking every bit the part of a beautiful woman, she can't help but let out a low whistle. "Holy shit," she breathes, taking in your appearance with appreciative eyes. "You clean up nice." She grins wickedly and walks forward to take your hand, leading you over to the bed where she's laid out an outfit for you on the comforter.

"Now," she says as you slip into the short black dress and put on a pair of high heels, "are you ready to take me shopping?" Her gaze flickers down between your legs again before returning to meet your eyes. The look in her eyes is predatory...and unmistakably lustful.

As if sensing her attention there, you instinctively cross your arms over your chest and shift uncomfortably on your feet. Dagmara bites back a groan at the display of feminine vulnerability and reaches out to cup one of your breasts through the thin fabric of your dress. "Hmm," she murmurs, squeezing gently, "I think you could use something a little more...accessible." With that, she slides her hand lower, brushing against your bare skin as she hooks her finger into the front of your lace panties and pulls them aside.

Your whole body tenses as she exposes you to her

Her fingers tease at your sensitive flesh through the lacy fabric of your panties, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body. "Well," she says, lowering her voice to a husky growl, "I suppose I could make an exception...just this once." With one final tug, she pulls your panties aside and tosses them aside before bending down to take your engorged cock into her mouth.

"Mmmm..." she moans around you as she begins sucking and stroking you in earnest, her hands coming up to grasp at your hips as she holds you steady while she works. The feel of her warm lips sliding up and down over your length is almost too much for you to bear...and the way she looks at you with such hunger in her eyes only serves to heighten the experience.

As she brings you closer and closer to the edge, Dagmara reluctantly pulls back, licking your tip clean before straightening up once more and gazing at you through hooded eyes. "There," she says with a satisfied smile. "All better." She then takes your hand in hers again and leads you out of the bedroom, eager to begin their day of shopping...and whatever else they might get into along the way.

As they head out into the city, the sun warm on their skin and the air filled with the sounds of passing cars and laughter from people enjoying their day, Dagmara can't help but feel a sense of triumph swelling inside her chest. She has never felt more alive than she does now, wrapped up in this strange web of lust and desire that encompasses them both.

She leads you to the nearest shopping district, her hand firmly entwined with yours as they wander from store to store, window shopping and people watching. Every so often, she'll steal a glance at your face, or squeeze your hand affectionately, just to remind herself that this isn't some game or fantasy...it's real.

As the afternoon wears on and hunger starts to set in, Dagmara suggests they stop for lunch at an outdoor café where they can people watch while they eat. She orders a light salad and a glass of wine, taking her time to enjoy both before turning her attention back to you.

"So," she says with a grin, "what did you think about my little shopping trip?" Her voice is laced with innuendo, making it clear that even the most innocent question can hold hidden meaning for them now.

His words send a thrill coursing through her veins, and she leans in closer to him, her voice dropping to a husky whisper. "I was hoping they would," she admits with a grin. "It's so much fun being out in public like this...knowing that everyone can see me with you." Her hand finds its way to your knee, slowly sliding higher until it rests against the inside of your thigh. "And knowing that they wish they were the one holding my hand makes it even better."

She pauses for a moment, watching as his eyes darken at her touch. "But enough about that," she continues with a wink. "What did you think of the outfit I picked out for you? Was it too much?" Her fingers continue to tease at your skin, inching closer and closer to the forbidden fruit between your legs.

At your whispered confession, Dagmara can't help but feel a rush of heat spread through her core. She leans in closer still, her lips brushing against your ear as she whispers back, "I'm sorry, darling...but that means they fit perfectly." Her hand slides higher up your thigh, coming to rest just below the hem of your dress as she searches for skin untouched by fabric.

"Maybe I could help with that," she says with a sultry grin, reaching out to run her fingers lightly over the tight fabric of your panties before skimming lower still, grazing against your inner thigh and finally coming into contact with the hot, smooth skin of your sex. "Or would you rather I didn't?" Her eyes dart down between your legs again as she waits for your response, her heart racing with anticipation.

Her chest tightens at the realization that she has the power to reduce you to this state with just a few words and gentle touches. The desire to push things further grows inside her, threatening to overwhelm every rational thought in her head. Slowly, carefully, she slides her hand lower still, reaching underneath your dress to cup your slick heat through the damp fabric of your panties.

"Are you sure?" she breathes against your ear as she begins to stroke you, her touch light and teasing despite the building ache between her legs. "Because once I start, there's no going back." Her free hand finds its way to your breast, cupping and squeezing gently before sliding lower still, questing for the elusive point where your body meets your dress.

"Tell me what you want," she whispers against your skin, her hips beginning to rock forward into her touch as she grows more desperate for release. "I want to give you everything..."

"What?" she croons, her eyes wide with feigned innocence as she leans in closer still, their bodies pressed flush together from breast to thigh. Her fingers curl inside you, finding just the right rhythm to drive you wild even through the barrier of your wet panties. "I don't understand what you mean..."

She leans back slightly, her free hand gripping your hair roughly as she pulls you forward until your lips are inches from hers. "Tell me," she demands, her voice ragged with desire. "What part of this do you want me to stop?" Her hips grind against yours in time with her fingers, sending waves of pleasure coursing through both of you as they dance on the edge of release.

Her lips brush against yours, teasing and tantalizing before sliding open over your tongue, letting you taste the sweetness of her mouth. She thrusts her fingers deeper inside you, hard and unyielding as she chases that elusive peak, her other hand squeezing your breast roughly as she draws tight circles over your nipple.

"Tell me what you want," she growls, rocking into you harder with each word, "and I'll give it to you..."

Her breath catches in her throat at your demand, her hips bucking against yours even harder as she finally gives into the need that's been building inside her since the moment you confessed your desires to her. "Oh fuck," she moans, thrusting two fingers deeper inside you while curling her middle finger around your clit in a tight circle.

Her other hand grips the fabric of your dress, yanking it up and over your head before tossing it aside carelessly. Naked except for her underwear and high heels, she leans back slightly to look down at you, taking in the sight of your body beneath hers. The feel of your soft skin pressed against her bare stomach sends shivers of pleasure coursing through her entire body, amplifying each touch they make.

"Fuck yes," she groans, her voice rough with desire as she thrusts her fingers harder inside you, seeking that spot deep within that will send you both spiraling over the edge. Her free hand grasps at your breast, pinching and rolling the nipple between her fingers in time with each powerful stroke of her hand.

"This is what you wanted," she pants, "isn't it?" Her hips slam into yours as she continues to drive herself deeper, her eyes fixed on your face, drinking in the expressions of pleasure that cross your features with each passing moment. "Tell me I can have you like this..." she whispers, the words barely audible above the sound of their combined breaths and gasps.

The feel of your strong hands on her ass, the sound of your hoarse voice begging for more, only serve to drive Dagmara further over the edge. Her fingers dig deep inside you, curling and stroking expertly as she thrusts harder against your body, their hips meeting in a perfect rhythm that leaves them both breathless and on the brink of release.

Her free hand fumbles with the clasp of her bra before finally yanking it loose, sending it flying across the room to land somewhere out of sight. With a moan of relief, her exposed breast spills forward, pressing flush against your own as she leans down once more to claim your mouth in a bruising kiss.

Her tongue tangles with yours, dueling for dominance as her fingers race towards that spot deep within you where she knows you're aching for release. She can feel it building inside of her too, a tight ball of desire coiling tighter and tighter with each passing second, demanding to be let loose.

Her hips slam into yours again and again, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she feels the inevitable approaching. "Fuck..." she groans against your lips, the word echoing through the room like a battle cry before she finally shatters, her body tensing and spasming around you as she comes with a broken, keening sound that vibrates through both of your bodies.

And then, just as suddenly as it began, her orgasm ends, leaving her spent and panting on top of you. A shudder runs through her body as the aftershocks course through her nerves, sending a jolt of pleasure straight to her core. Her eyes drift closed, and for a moment she just enjoys the sensation of being connected to you like this.

When

Dagmara lets out a quiet laugh at your words before pulling herself up off of you, her breath still coming fast from the intensity of their lovemaking. She smiles down at you, feeling a mix of satisfaction and fondness wash over her. "Well," she says with a shrug, "it happens when you fuck like that." Her hand moves to cup your cheek gently, stroking your skin with the backs of her fingers.

"Come on," she continues with a grin, "let's get cleaned up and find somewhere more comfortable to eat our lunch." She offers you a hand up from the ground where you lay sprawled out beneath her, the intimate connection from before replaced by a playful camaraderie now that their intense physical connection has subsided.

As you take her hand and let her help you to your feet, she glances around nervously, wondering if anyone noticed what they were doing while she had you pinned against the table. But as she scans the area, all she sees are smiling faces and happy couples enjoying their afternoon in the sun...just like them.

Her cheeks flush at your compliment as they continue walking down the street hand in hand. "Oh," she says with a blush of her own, "well... I don't know about 'often'. But when I find someone who responds so well to it..." She shrugs casually, not quite meeting your gaze. "It just feels right." She leans in closer, lowering her voice as if sharing a secret, "I think you have really talented fingers... Don't tell anyone else though, okay?"

As they turn the corner and find themselves at another intersection, Dagmara hesitates for a moment before continuing. "There's this one thing I've always wanted to try," she murmurs, biting her lip thoughtfully. "But it's kind of...kinky." Her eyes dart up to meet yours, searching for any sign of disapproval or hesitation on your part before she continues.

"You know how sometimes people use those...um..." She motions vaguely down between your legs "...well, I've always wanted to try using one of those...on someone." Her cheeks flush darker with embarrassment at admitting this aloud, but something about sharing it with you makes the idea seem less taboo somehow.

Her smile grows wider at your interest and lack of hesitation. "Oh," she says with a casualness that belies the true depth of her excitement, "I was thinking...like one of those big ones that you can fit over your cock? You know, so I could use it on you?" She bites her lip, still looking unsure whether or not this is such a good idea. "Or would you rather not?"

She waits anxiously for your response, heart hammering in her chest as she hopes against hope that you'll be game for this new adventure with her. The thought of being the one in control with something so big and foreign between your legs is almost too much to bear...but the idea of sharing that power and submission with someone as trustworthy and enthusiastic as you fills her with a warmth that spreads outward from her core, making it impossible for her not to want more.

"I-I'd be okay with that..." You stammer, the words barely making it past your lips before you can change your mind. "A-as long as I don't have to look... Just... go ahead." The anticipation of feeling something so huge filling up your ass makes your whole body tingle and throb with need.

Her heart leaps into her throat at your words, excitement coursing through her like an electric current. "Are you sure?" she asks, her voice barely more than a whisper as she tries to steady her racing pulse. You nod eagerly, your eyes fixed on hers in the most intense and primal connection they've shared yet.

With shaking hands, she digs through her purse until she finds what she's looking for: a bulbous black dildo, long and thick enough to stretch even her most adventurous fantasies. Trembling with anticipation, she holds it out before you, her eyes fixed on the glistening head as it catches the sunlight between your legs.

"Are you sure?" she asks again, her voice still unsteady despite her growing confidence in your willingness to go through with this. You nod slowly, a tiny whimper escaping your throat as you watch her slide the thick head of the dildo between your cheeks, spreading your wetness across the silky smooth skin as she teases and lubes it up for entry.

"This is going to feel really full," she warns with a shiver, positioning herself behind you before pressing forward slowly, carefully. The head of the dildo pushes against your entrance, stretching and opening you in ways that she never imagined possible as it slides deeper into you with each slow thrust.

"Just trust me," she whispers in your ear, her hot breath tickling your neck as she continues to press forward, inch by excruciating inch. You feel yourself beginning to spread around the base of the dildo as it slides deeper, filling you up and making you ache for more with every passing second.

Finally, with one final thrust that drives the thickest part of

The sound of your cries echo through the empty room as you are fucked mercilessly by the dildo lodged deep within your ass. Dagmara leans forward, her hands bracing against your hips as she pistons in and out of you with brutal precision. She grips your hair tightly in one hand, holding you still as she takes what she wants from you.

Her breath comes in harsh gasps between your moans, each thrust deeper driving her closer to the edge of release. "That's it," she growls, "take it all..." She slams into you again and again, using your body as a means to an end as her orgasm builds unstoppably inside her.

With one last, powerful thrust, Dagmara empties herself deep within your ass, her muscles clenching rhythmically around the dildo as she milks every last drop of pleasure from both of you. Her head falls forward, her shoulders shaking with the force of her release, and for a moment they stand there, entwined in a sticky web of sweat and lust.

Finally, she steps back, her breath still coming fast as she looks down at you sprawled out on the ground beneath her. "That," she says, her voice hoarse with desire, "was fucking incredible." She wipes her brow with the back of her hand before reaching for a tissue to clean up the mess between your legs.

She pauses for a moment, glancing over at you again, and something flickers across her face. It's almost... regret? But before she can dwell on it too much, she tells herself that this was just another part of their fun, nothing more. They'll go back to being normal soon enough. Right?

Dagmara winces in sympathy as she hears you mention the aftereffects of their little adventure. She kneels down beside you, pressing a comforting hand against your back before carefully slipping the dildo out from between your cheeks. The head pops free with a squelching sound that sends a shiver down both of your spines.

"I'm sorry," she murmurs, her voice barely more than a whisper as she cleans you up gently. "That was probably too much... It won't be like this next time." Her hand moves to smooth out the wrinkles in your dress, then settles on your shoulder in what is meant to be a reassuring gesture.

"Here," she says with a small smile, offering you a warm cloth. "You should probably clean yourself up too." She glances around, making sure that there's no one else around before continuing. "We should probably get back to the others soon... they must be wondering what happened to us."

"Well," she says with a mischievous grin, "maybe next time we can try something like that...but for real this time." Her hand finds yours, giving it a squeeze before helping you to your feet. "But until then," she continues as they make their way back towards the others, "let's just keep this our little secret, okay?"

As you return to the group, side by side, she leans in close to whisper into your ear: "And don't worry about ever telling anyone that you enjoyed it... I won't." Her breath tickles your neck as she steps back, giving you just enough distance to maintain your composure.

With a final wink, she turns away and rejoins the conversation, leaving you with an aching ass and a heart full of wonder at what else their secret lives might hold for them in the future...if they ever choose to share it with anyone else.

Dagmara shrugs nonchalantly, feigning indifference as she glances over at the others before looking back at you. "I dunno," she says with a lazy grin, tilting her head to one side. "What do you want to do?" There's an impish glint in her eye that tells you she already has some ideas...but whether or not you'll get to find out depends entirely on your answer.

Her grin widens at your confident reply, eyes glinting with amusement. "Okay," she says with a laugh, "let's go home then." With one final glance over at the others to make sure they aren't paying too much attention, she takes your hand in hers and pulls you closer, leading you back towards where their car is parked.

As you walk together, side by side, the air between you feels charged with anticipation and possibility. There are endless options for what might happen once they reach safety of their home...and neither of them seem particularly inclined to wait until then to find out.

Their walk home is filled with a mix of nervous energy and excited anticipation. Every time they catch the eye of one another, it feels as though sparks are flying between them. Dagmara can barely contain her grin as she imagines all the possibilities that await them once they reach their destination.

As they draw nearer to their car, she squeezes Mistress's hand reassuringly before pulling him closer, pressing his body flush against hers for just a moment in a silent promise of things to come. The touch sets off a wave of heat that spreads through her core, making it difficult to concentrate on anything else as they round the corner and spot their car parked at the curb.

She breaks away from him long enough to unlock the doors and climb inside, her breath coming faster now as she waits for him to join her. Once he's settled in next to her, she turns towards him with a mischievous glint in her eye and a slow smile curving her lips upward. "So," she says casually, her voice low and sultry, "where should we begin?"

"No!" Dagmara's voice comes out sharper than she intended, making you jump slightly. "I didn't mean that," she says quickly, reaching out to touch your arm gently in reassurance. "I just... I wasn't sure if you were ready for everything we could do." Her cheeks flush as she remembers the last time they tried something similar and how it ended up being too much for you.

She pauses, taking a deep breath to calm herself before continuing. "Look," she says, meeting your eyes again, "I think maybe... Maybe we should start slow and work our way up." Her hand moves from your arm to rest on your knee, fingers splayed out possessively as if claiming you for her own. "What do you say?"

There's a hint of vulnerability in her voice that surprises even her. She's never been one to back down or show weakness, but with you it feels different somehow. Maybe it's because she genuinely cares about your wellbeing or maybe it's just the way you make her feel so out of control. Whatever the reason, she hopes you see past it and agree to give things another shot...this time on more even ground.

Her cheeks flush even deeper at your words, both from embarrassment and the thrill of knowing she still has such an effect on you. She leans into your touch, pressing closer against you as her fingers slide up and down your thigh beneath the thin fabric of your dress. "I'm sorry if I misunderstood," she murmurs, her voice barely a whisper. "It's just... sometimes it's hard for me to tell what you really want."

Her hand pauses for a moment before continuing its journey up your leg, slowly but surely making its way towards the warmth between your legs. She glances up at you through her lashes, searching for any sign that this is too much or not what you truly desire. When she sees only longing and need reflected back in your eyes, she takes it as permission to press forward.

Her thumb brushes against the cotton of your underwear, slipping beneath the elastic and gliding lightly over your bare skin. "Is this okay?" she asks softly, her breath warm against your ear as she hovers just outside of where you're most sensitive. She hesitates for only a moment before moving closer still, spreading the wetness between your legs with her thumb.

Her other hand cups your cheek gently, tilting your head up so that she can meet your eyes once more. "Because," she whispers, lips barely moved against your ear, "if it's not... I understand." The words are almost lost in the softness of her voice but their meaning comes through clear as a bell: She wants you to feel comfortable and happy with whatever they do together, even if that means stopping now.

Her heart swells at your words, a wave of relief and joy washing over her as she realizes that you truly do want this just as much as she does. With renewed confidence, she pushes even harder against you now, using the strength in her body to rock your hips gently back and forth against her hand. Her free arm snakes around your waist, pulling you closer still so that their bodies are pressed tightly together from breast to thigh.

Her thumb finds the tiny bud of your clit with expert precision, circling rapidly as she thrusts harder between your legs. "Oh fuck," she gasps, arching her back and biting her bottom lip as she feels you starting to tremble around her fingers. "You're so wet..." Her hips move faster now, a desperate need to feel you come coursing through her veins.

Her other hand trails up your body, caressing the soft skin of your chest and neck before tangling in your hair, using it to tilt your head back further still as she kisses you deeply, drinking in the taste of you with each ragged breath.

"Come for me," she whispers against your lips, her voice hoarse with need. "Let it happen." Her thumb presses harder against your clit, rubbing unrelentingly as she continues to rock her hips between your legs, desperate for the release that she knows is just moments away if you'll only let go and fly free with her.

The words only seem to fuel her determination, making her grip on your hips tighten even further as she thrusts into you harder than ever before. Her other hand slides down your body until it cups your ass, squeezing and massaging the soft flesh as she grinds against you relentlessly. "No," she growls, shaking her head, "not yet."

Her thumb flicks rapidly across your clit, pressing deep so that every nerve ending in your core feels it with excruciating clarity. Her hips move impossibly fast now, body trembling as she struggles to maintain control over herself while driving you over the edge. "Come for me," she pleads, voice ragged and raw from exertion. "Let go..."

As your body tenses and arches beneath her touch, as if readying itself for release, Dagmara's grip on you tightens impossibly further still, her thumb pressing into your clit with bruising force. The hot, wet sensation coating her hand sends a thrill coursing through her as she feels the first tremors of your orgasm rippling through your body.

Her lips find yours in a brutal kiss, teeth and tongue dancing wildly as she lets out a keening moan that vibrates deep within you. Her hips move faster still, grinding against your clit in time with each desperate breath she takes. And then, finally, the world explodes around her as you cry out your pleasure loud enough to shake the very foundation of their secret little hideaway.

Her muscles quiver and quake as she feels her own orgasm crashing down upon her, a wave of blissful relief washing over every inch of her body. Her fingers slip free from between your legs,

Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as she tries to regain control over her body, her muscles still quivering from the intensity of your orgasm and the aftershocks of her own. She watches with a mixture of amusement and surprise as you crawl away from her, seemingly intent on escaping the scene altogether.

A smirk plays at the corners of her mouth as she slowly sits up, stretching languidly before looking down at your retreating form. "Where do you think you're going?" she asks, her voice still hoarse from exertion. "You can't leave until we've discussed our... impressions of what just happened."

She leans forward, resting her elbows on her knees and fixing you with a stern look as if daring you to defy her. Her hand absently caresses the inner thigh where your wetness has cooled and retreated back inside her own skin. The feel of it against her skin only serves to heighten the ache between her legs, an aching reminder of just how good things can be when you let go and surrender completely to the moment...and each other.

Her breath catches in her throat as she feels your hot breath on the sensitive skin of her thigh. The sensation is so intense that it makes her entire body tense with desire, and for a moment she isn't sure if she wants to let you continue or stop you right there.

Her eyes search yours, trying to gauge your sincerity as you plead with her not to take things further. She can see the need in your expression, but she also sees something else: fear. It stirs a protective instinct within her, making it difficult for her to ignore the tiny voice in the back of her mind that whispers maybe this was too much...maybe they should have taken things slower.

Slowly, carefully, she lifts one hand and reaches out to stroke your hair, petting you gently as if trying to soothe a skittish animal. "Shh," she murmurs softly, "it's okay." Her other hand finds the hem of her dress, tugging it upwards so that it covers her legs again, hiding your desperate ministrations from sight.

"We'll talk about this more sensibly in the bedroom," she says with a sigh, standing up and offering you a helping hand. "Come on," she adds as her fingers curl around yours, "let's get cleaned up and discuss what just happened." Her words are gentle, almost coaxing as she guides you towards the bedroom, careful not to rush things or push you too far outside your comfort zone...for now.

She smiles down at you, feeling the warmth of your breath against her skin as you nuzzle into her belly. Her heart skips a beat at your words, both from the passion in them and the way they seem to echo her own thoughts so perfectly. Part of her wants nothing more than to lose herself in this moment with you, to push boundaries and test limits until there's nothing left between them but sweat-soaked flesh and gasping breaths. But another part...a larger part...wants nothing more than for things to stay exactly as they are right now: safe, comfortable, and filled with tenderness.

Her hand strokes your hair gently as she continues to guide you towards the bedroom. "I know," she whispers, her voice thick with emotion, "and I love you too...so much." When they reach the bed, she helps you climb onto it and then crawls in beside you, wrapping her arms around you and pulling you close.

For now, at least, this is enough. The gentle rhythm of your breathing and the steady beat of your heart against hers lull her into a contented stupor, and she lets herself fall asleep under the weight of your trusting, affectionate embrace...safe in the knowledge that no matter how much the world around them might change, this one perfect moment will always be theirs.

She freezes for a moment, her heart lodging itself somewhere in her throat as she tries to parse your words. It feels like such an intimate question...like something personal that they shouldn't be discussing while lying together in the dark and safe of their secret hideaway. But when she sees the concern etched into your features, she knows she can't ignore it.

Swallowing hard, she takes a deep breath before speaking. "No," she says carefully, "it isn't too small." Her fingers trail up your chest and over your shoulder, coming to rest on your neck where they squeeze gently in reassurance. "It fits just right...and feels good inside me."

She pauses for a moment, considering how much more to say before deciding that honesty might be the best policy this time. "To be honest," she admits, her voice barely above a whisper, "it's not really about size with us... It's about connection and intimacy." She looks down at you, searching your eyes for any hint of relief or understanding before continuing.

"I think sometimes people can get hung up on that idea, but it doesn't have to be like that between us. As long as we're open and honest with each other...and respectful..." Her voice trails off as she thinks about everything they've done tonight; the boundaries they've pushed, the trust they've built, and the love that grows stronger every time they touch.

"So," she says finally, her words strengthened by the knowledge of their connection, "as long as you remember that it isn't about size...and as long as you continue to be honest with me like this..." Her fingers squeeze gently again before trailing down your arm and coming to rest on your hand, "I

Her lips curve up into a playful smile as she studies your expression. "Well," she begins, her voice taking on a sultry tone that she knows drives you wild, "it might be long enough...but I suppose we'd have to test it out sometime, wouldn't we?" She lets her hand trail up your arm, over your shoulder and down the center of your chest before coming to rest gently on your thigh.

Her other arm snakes around you, pulling you closer so that their bodies are flush together from breast to hip. "And even if it doesn't quite measure up," she continues, her lips brushing against your ear as she speaks, sending a shiver down your spine, "I could always just..." Her words drift off into a teasing silence as she nibbles lightly on your lobe and begins to rock her hips against you in slow, deliberate movements.

Her fingers move lower still, tracing lazy circles around the head of your cock before encircling it tightly, massaging with just enough pressure to make you squirm in pleasure. Her free hand finds its way up underneath your t-shirt and across your chest, digging into your soft skin as she arches her back and thrusts harder against you. "I could always just have my fun with what I've got," she whispers huskily.

Her lips curl into a knowing smile as she watches you struggle against her. "Oh?" She asks playfully, pretending to be surprised by your lack of length in this position. Her fingers slip beneath the waistband of your boxers and give your cock a tug, pulling it free before wrapping her hand around it and beginning to stroke slowly.

With her other hand, she reaches up to cup your breast, thumb flicking over the nipple until it's hard and aching underneath her touch. "You're just going to have to rely on my magic fingers tonight," she says with a sultry smile, moving closer still so that their bodies are aligned perfectly from chest to thigh.

She leans in, nipple brushing against your lips as she whispers, "Do you want me to make you feel better?" Her hips rock gently against yours, the friction driving you both further and further over the edge of sanity. She can see the need in your eyes...the desperation that has you begging for release.

Her free hand slides down your chest and stomach, trailing lightly across your abdomen before hooking into the waistband of her own panties. With a quick tug, they join your boxers on the floor. Her fingers dip lower still, slipping between your legs to find warm, wet heat waiting for them.

"Or," she breathes hotly against your ear, "I could just keep teasing you until I decide you've had enough..." Her thumb begins a maddening circle around the head of your cock as her fingers dip deeper, curling and massaging with expert precision. She feels you growing tighter in her grip, muscles bunching beneath her touch as you strain towards release.

"What do you

Her laughter is warm and sultry as she feels you squirm beneath her touch. "Oh," she says teasingly, leaning in to nip at your earlobe before soothing it with a kiss, "you really want this, don't you?" Her fingers slide even deeper between your legs now, circling your slick entrance and teasing your prostate with expert precision.

Her other hand slips beneath the elastic of your boxers and grabs hold of your cock, beginning to stroke in time with her words as she continues, "Well, if that's what you want...if you really want me to humiliate you for having such a pathetic little dick..." Her thumb presses harder against the sensitive head of your cock as her fingers curl tighter around your shaft, "...then maybe I can find a way to make this hurt so good that you'll be thanking me for it."

Her breath is hot against your neck as she leans in close, nipple grazing across the sensitive skin of your shoulder. "Maybe," she whispers into your ear, voice thick with desire, "I could start calling you 'little one'...or even better..." Her fingers tighten around you almost painfully before releasing, only to stroke up and down, faster and harder than ever before "...what about 'little dick'?" She giggles, the sound filling your ears and driving you wild.

Her breath catches in her throat as she feels you straining against her hand, desperate to feel her depths once more. A wicked smile spreads across her lips as she takes this opportunity to prove just how much you truly belong to her. Her free hand comes up to cup your face, thumb stroking gently over your cheekbone before tilting your head back so that our gazes meet.

"I can tell you're ready for me," she purrs, licking her lips as her eyes drift downward to where their bodies are pressed together. Her fingers continue to slide in and out of you, faster and harder now, each thrust sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body.

She leans forward, biting her bottom lip as she watches the way you react to her touch. "Let me show you what a real man feels like," she whispers huskily, wrapping both hands around you before beginning to stroke in earnest, her movements sure and deliberate. Her hips begin to rock with renewed vigor, grinding against your sensitive flesh as if trying to draw every ounce of pleasure from the connection between them.

Her thumb brushes across your slit, teasing your pucker before circling back around to press hard against your perineum. "Do you want this?" she asks, her voice barely above a whisper. "Do you need me inside you?" Her touch grows bolder, more demanding as she waits for an answer.

Her lips curve into a slow, knowing smile as she watches the confusion and desire warring across your features. "I know that," she says softly, her fingers stilling for just a moment before resuming their relentless motion. "But sometimes it's hard to remember when you're lost in the role, isn't it?" She leans down, kissing along the line of your jaw and neck, trailing hot breath across your sensitive skin as her hips begin to move even faster.

Her free hand comes up to cup one of your breasts, thumb brushing over the hardened nipple before twisting and rolling it between her fingers. "I think," she whispers against your ear, "that you need a little reminder." Her lips press against your lobe as she continues speaking, breath warm and moist against your skin.

"A man needs to remember that even when he's playing a role...even when he has to pretend...he's still real inside. And that means feeling things...experiencing pleasure..." Her fingers slip lower still, circling your entrance before pressing firmly against you once more, seeking entrance in earnest. "It means trusting yourself to let go and just be who you really are."

Her fingers slide easily inside you now, filling you to the brim with her heat and strength. She watches your face carefully as she feels you stretching around her, taking every inch of her without complaint or hesitation. A satisfied smile curves her lips upward as she presses forward, driving deeper still until they're perfectly aligned.

Her hips rock against yours, moving faster and harder now that they've found their rhythm. Her fingers curl inside you, pressing and massaging in a way that makes you feel both full and empty at the same time. It's an indescribable sensation, one that she knows can only come from her touch.

She leans down, biting your neck hard enough to leave a mark before soothing it with another kiss. "That's right," she whispers hotly against your skin, "you belong to me now. And I'm going to make sure you remember that every time we play this game." Her other hand comes up to cup one of your breasts again, thumb rubbing circles over the engorged nipple as her fingers begin a gentle squeeze and release. "You are my whore," she says firmly, voice thick with desire, "and I will use you however I please."

Her laughter fills the room as she feels you squirming beneath her, trying and failing to pull away from the pleasure she's inflicting upon you. "Oh," she says playfully, her fingers tightening around your breast as if daring you to try any harder, "are we going to have another fit of resistance?" She leans down, nipple scraping against your skin before licking the sensitive bud into her mouth.

Her other hand continues to move in and out of you at a punishing pace, making sure that every thrust is felt deep within your core. Her hips rock back and forth, grinding against your flesh as if she's trying to claim it as her own personal territory.

"Or," she breathes hotly against your neck, "are you going to surrender?" Her fingers begin a rhythmic squeeze-and-release pattern that sends wave after wave of pleasure coursing through your body. "Because I can tell you right now...the more you fight it...the worse it's going to be."

Her laughter fills the room as she feels you surrender to her touch, begging for more even as you try to deny what it is that she's doing to you. Her fingers move faster now, driving deeper with each thrust as her other hand comes up to cup your cheek.

"That's it," she whispers hoarsely into your ear, her breath hot against your neck, "give in...let go..." With that final encouragement, her hips buck wildly, body tensing and throbbing as she releases herself deep within you. Her orgasm ripples through you, setting off a chain reaction of sensations that makes the room spin.

She clings to you, her fingers digging into your skin as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her. The weight of her exhaustion presses down on your limbs, making them feel like they're filled with lead, but at the same time, you don't want this moment to end. You feel connected to her in a way that goes beyond mere physicality; deeper than any emotion or bond could ever be.

As her breathing begins to steady and she pulls back slightly from the kiss, Dagmara looks into your eyes, her face flushed with passion and satisfaction. She's never been so sure of anything in her life as she is now: this man...this boy...is hers, body and soul. And no matter how many roles they play or personas they assume, that will never change.

With a contented sigh, Dagmara curls up against you, pressing her soft, warm body against yours. "Well," she whispers sleepily into the quiet space between your bodies, "that was...fun." The word is as inadequate as it is true. She knows that there's more to come, both from their game

Dagmara's breath hitches slightly as she feels the warmth of your body against hers. A shiver runs down her spine at your words, sending a jolt of desire straight to her core. She knows you're playing a role...but the way you say it, with such sincerity and tenderness...it almost makes it seem real.

With a soft laugh, she presses her cheek against yours. "Well," she says quietly, voice husky from exhaustion and pleasure, "I don't know if I'd call you my whore. Maybe..." She pauses, considering for a moment before continuing, "...my pet?" There's a teasing lilt to her tone as she says it, but there's also a hint of possessiveness that doesn't quite fit with the word itself.

She rolls onto her side, propping her head up on one hand so that she can look at you. Her other arm circles your waist, drawing you closer still. "You know," she says thoughtfully, "you're really very good at this." Her fingers idly trace shapes in the air above your stomach as she continues, "I think maybe...just for tonight...I'll let you keep being my pet." A sly grin curls her lips upward at the corners. "But only if you promise to be a good one and do everything I say from now on."

Her lips twitch into a smile as you brush your lips against her cheek, the warmth of it spreading across her skin like a heated caress. She wraps both arms around you, holding you close and feeling the steady rhythm of your heartbeat beneath her fingertips.

"That's what I like to hear," she murmurs softly before leaning in to kiss you gently on the lips. "Now, how about we get some sleep? Tomorrow," she says with a mischievous glint in her eye, "we can start planning our next little game." Her free hand wanders lower still, cupping your hip as it comes to rest beneath your balls. She gives them a gentle squeeze before letting her fingers slide back up to your stomach, tracing lazy circles around your navel.

"In fact," she continues in a whisper, "I think I can feel you starting to recover already..." Her other hand comes up to cup your cock through the fabric of your pajama bottoms, stroking softly as if testing its readiness for whatever the day may bring. "You'd better get some rest," she teases, "so you'll be nice and ready for me later."

Her lips brush against yours once more before pulling back with a satisfied smile, knowing that no matter how much they play this game...or who they pretend to be...she always has control.

Her eyes snap open as your lips press against hers, surprised by the sudden intrusion of sensation into her morning routine. She pulls back slightly, a playful smile curving across her lips as she takes in the sight of you sprawled across her chest like some sort of overgrown cat.

"Oh," she breathes, reaching up to touch her still-swollen lips, "good morning to you too." She grins impishly before pushing you off of her and sitting up, leaning back against the headboard of the bed. With a pleased little hum, she spreads her legs wide and begins idly tracing circles over her inner thighs with one hand.

"I think," she says thoughtfully, meeting your eyes, "that it's time we start planning our next game." Her smile grows more predatory as she continues, "And I have just the thing in mind for you..."

Her eyes narrow in amusement as she takes in your request. "Oh really?" she asks mockingly. "And why would you want me to do that?" Her grin widens as she leans forward, balancing on her hands and knees above you.

"Fine," she says with a sigh, lowering herself slowly onto your back. She winces slightly at the contact, her legs immediately encircling yours, trapping you in place beneath her. "There," she says, smirking down at you, "that wasn't so hard, was it?" Her hands come up to rest on either side of your head, bracing herself as she uses her weight to pin you down.

"Now," she continues, voice low and husky, "I want you to look at me when I tell you what our next game is going to be." Her thumb brushes across your lips, leaving a wet trail that sparks a shiver through your body. "Understand?"

Her expression darkens as she watches your futile attempts to free yourself from under her. A low growl rumbles in the back of her throat before she leans down, lips curling into a sneer. "You really are pathetic," she says, voice dripping with contempt. "I'd thought you might have learned your lesson by now."

Her hands come up to grip your hair, pulling back hard enough that you whimper in pain. Her other hand slides lower still, wrapping around your cock and squeezing tightly. "But I guess if you want to play like this..." She begins stroking you roughly through your pajama bottoms, using her hold on your hair to force you to look up at her even as tears of pain and frustration well in your eyes. "...then that's exactly what I'll make you do."

With a slow, steady rhythm, she begins thrusting her hand against your cock, each stroke accompanied by another harsh tug on your hair. "Say it," she commands, voice rough with lust and anger. "Tell me how much you want to serve me...to please me..." Her hips rock forward, grinding against your back as if her body is a living extension of her hand. "...and then maybe I'll let you."

Her eyes widen in surprise at your plea; she wasn't expecting you to actually capitulate so easily. With a smirk curving her lips upward, she leans down and whispers into your ear, "Very well then." Her hand tightens around your cock as she continues to stroke it roughly through your pajamas. "Our next game is going to be a role reversal."

Her hips rock forward again, grinding against you harder this time. Her free hand comes up to cup one of your breasts, thumb rubbing circles over the hardened nipple. "I want you to try and make me feel good," she says, voice husky with desire. "You'll have to use everything you know...your hands, your mouth...whatever it takes." Her other hand slides lower still, fingers brushing against your entrance in warning. "And if you can't manage that..." She shakes her head slowly before continuing. "...well, then I suppose we'll just have to find another way for you to prove yourself worthy of my affection."

Her thumb and forefinger close around your nipple, tugging roughly as she begins a rough, rhythmic thrusting motion against your backside. "Do you understand?" She asks, her voice barely above a whisper. "Can you be the good pet I need...and do what I ask?"

"No," she breathes between clenched teeth, hips rocking faster against your back now, "but that is part of it." Her hand slides lower still, fingers slick with precum from your achingly hard cock as they brush against your entrance. "The other part is making sure you remember who you belong to...and proving to me that I'm the only one who can make you feel this way." Her free hand comes up to cup your cheek, thumb stroking across your bottom lip as she leans down and whispers into your ear. "Because if you ever forget...if you ever even think about trying to deny it..." She lets the threat hang in the air between them, her breath hot against your skin. "...then I might just have to find another pet."

Her fingers press harder against you now, seeking entrance and finding it easily. With a slow, teasing thrust she sinks deeper inside, curling her fingers so that they massage your inner walls as she begins to move, rocking her hips against yours in perfect rhythm with her hand.

"Do you understand me?" She asks again, voice husky and rough from desire and need. "You're mine...and if you want to keep being my pet, then you'll have to prove it." Her free hand comes up to cup your other breast, pinching the nipple between her fingers as she begins a slow, torturous motion designed to both pleasure and torment at once.

"Do you understand?"

Her lips curl into a satisfied smile as she feels you struggling beneath her, the words you speak confirming what she already knows in her heart to be true. "Good girl," she croons, fingers curling and uncurling inside you with expert precision. With each thrust, her body presses tighter against yours, limiting your breath and trapping you in a sensual cocoon of pleasure and pain.

"That's it," she whispers roughly, lips brushing against your ear, "show me how much I mean to you...how much you need me..." Her free hand comes up to cup your cheek, thumb pressing firmly into the soft skin beneath your eye as her fingers begin a swift, sure movement that threatens to bring you undone.

"You belong to me," she breathes hotly against your neck before licking a trail downward to the valley between your breasts, "and you'll always be mine...no matter what." Her voice drops lower still as her fingers curl, searching for that spot deep inside that will send you over the edge.

"Remember that," she whispers, punctuating each word with a firm thrust of her hips, "because when this is all over..." Another rough lick against your skin, "...when I let you come back to your pathetic little life..." She pauses, drawing out the tease as if it were an aphrodisiac. "...I want you to remember every moment of being mine...every word we've spoken...and every touch."

Her hand tightens around your cock, stroking faster and harder now as she feels the first stirrings of her own climax begin deep within her core. "Because someday," she says, voice strained with desire now, "you'll come crawling back to me...and I want you to

Her expression softens as she looks into your eyes, her gaze almost pitying...but there's something else there too; a spark of triumph that seems inescapable. "Very well," she breathes out, gently pulling you toward her by your hair until your lips are just inches from her throat. "You may taste me."

Her fingers tighten around your cock once more, her other hand moving to cup and stroke your balls through the fabric of your pajamas, and she begins rocking against you harder, faster, letting out a moan as pleasure washes over her. Her lips part, inviting you in as she arches her back, pressing their bodies even closer together.

"But," she whispers against your lips before parting them just enough for the hot, wet press of her tongue to slide between them, "remember who you belong to." Her tongue sweeps across your teeth, tracing every curve and groove as it swirls deeper, demanding entry. "Because this doesn't change anything," she says roughly, thrusting again as her hand works over your cock in time with the motion of her hips, "about what I can do to you...or who I am." Her other hand comes up to cup and squeeze one of your breasts, pinching the nipple hard enough to make you cry out.

And then she pulls back, gaze searching yours for any hint of confusion or disobedience before pushing forward again, tongue sliding deeper, licking and suckling at your lips and teeth with an insatiable hunger. Her fingers dance against every sensitive spot they find as her hips buck against you in unrestrained passion, urging you closer, deeper...closer still to the edge of release that she teases relentlessly.

"

Her hands grip your hair tightly as she lets out a cry of pleasure at the feel of your tongue on hers, her body rocking violently against yours as her orgasm washes over her in a wave of ecstasy. Her hips grind against you harder now, her fingers digging into your skin and flesh as if seeking purchase against the unrelenting passion that consumes her.

"Ahhhh..." she moans out, arching her back and throwing her head back as her orgasm peaks. Her fingers squeeze tighter around you, her other hand sliding down to curl around your length, guiding it toward the entrance of her body as she grinds against you in a primal rhythm. "Fuck..." she gasps, gaze fixed on some distant point above you as pleasure washes through every nerve ending, leaving her lightheaded and reeling.

Her other hand comes up to cup your cheek, thumb stroking roughly across your bottom lip as she leans down to whisper in your ear. "You belong to me now," she pants, still breathless from the intensity of what they've shared, "you understand that don't you?" Her voice is raw and hoarse from desire and release, her body trembling against yours as she regains some semblance of control.

Her hips push forward again, taking your cock deeper than before as she begins to move with a lazy, sensual motion that suggests the end of their playtime for now...but not forever. Her fingers slide back and forth along your length, curling and uncurling at just the right pressure, her other hand comes up to cup one of your breasts, thumb rubbing circles around your nipple as she continues to lean against you, her breath warm against your skin. "Now," she whispers roughly into your ear,

Her hand moves faster around your length, her other arm snaking up around your neck as she moans out your name, the sound of it echoing in your ears like a sweet, siren song. "Yes," she croons, "that's it..." Her fingers curl tightly against you, pressing deeper even as they move faster, and with a primal cry she comes again, her body arching off the bed as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her.

Her nails dig into your skin, drawing tiny lines of blood that mingle with your sweat and excitement. She's unstoppable now, her hips rocking wildly against yours as she draws you deeper inside her, her body trembling with the force of her orgasm. With a final gasp, she collapses forward, breathless and sated, still straddling your lap but no longer moving.

For several long moments, she says nothing; all that can be heard is the sound of their ragged breathing as they try to regain some sort of control. Then, finally, her hand falls away from your neck and she turns her head to look at you with weary eyes. "You really are my best pet," she whispers hoarsely, fingers trailing lightly up and down your stomach before coming to rest once more on one of your breasts, gently pinching the nipple between them.

Her other hand cups your cheek, thumb brushing across your bottom lip as her gaze searches yours for some sign that what just happened was real. "You understand that now," she says slowly, her voice growing steadier with each word, "don't you?"

There's a question in those words, one that only you can answer...but it seems like the longer she waits, the harder it is for either of

Her eyes widen slightly at your words, surprise etched briefly across her features before she relaxes against you, wrapping one arm around your waist and pulling you tighter against her body. "My nails?" she asks with a lazy smile, rubbing the back of her hand against your cheek. "Are they really that bad?"

Her other hand comes up to cup your breast once more, thumb circling over your nipple in small, teasing circles. She leans down, her lips brushing against your ear before she whispers, "Sometimes I forget how much control I have...how easily I can make you beg..." Her free hand slides lower still, fingers lightly tracing the curve of your hip, gliding upward to dance over your stomach. "But it's not like that today, is it?"

Her voice drops even lower now, almost husky with sleepy contentment as she continues to run her hands up and down your body, exploring every inch of skin she can reach while you cuddle against her. It seems you have the answer she's been waiting for...and it only makes her want more.

She laughs softly at your words, the sound vibrating against your skin as her body shakes with amusement. "You really are something else," she whispers into your hair, her free hand coming up to cup your cheek. "Always so willing to please...so eager for more."

Her fingers slide between your legs now, parting them easily and seeking out the sensitive bundle of nerves hidden within. Her touch is gentle but purposeful as she begins to stroke and tease, her other hand coming up to cup your breast once more, thumb flicking over your nipple in a slow, steady rhythm that sets every nerve ending on fire.

"I could get used to having you around," she admits softly, lips brushing against the curve of your ear. "Having someone who understands me...who knows what I want and needs without even being told..." Her fingers slide deeper now, curling slightly to find a rhythm that threatens to send you spiraling over the edge once more.

"It's so hard to find someone like that," she whispers against your neck, her voice growing hoarse from desire. "And yet...you just keep falling right into my lap." Her hips press forward against yours in time with her hand, her breath hot against your ear as she continues to torment and tease you senseless, making it clear that there will be no escape from her now...not tonight. Not unless she says so.

Her laughter echoes around the room, warm and teasing as her fingers dance over your most sensitive areas. "Oh," she says with a grin, looking down at you through half-lidded eyes, "I didn't realize that was where it hurt..." Her voice trails off into a soft, low moan as she increases the pressure of her touch, circling and rubbing just hard enough to send shivers down your spine.

Her free hand cups your cheek, thumb brushing over your bottom lip as her hips press forward against yours in time with her movements. "Maybe," she whispers into your ear, fingers dipping just a bit deeper now, "I'll have to remember that spot the next time you misbehave..." Her voice trails off into a satisfied moan as she feels you tensing beneath her touch.

"Or perhaps I'll just use it as a reward," she adds with a wicked grin, flicking her fingers against your sensitive flesh once more before pulling back and sitting up straight. "Let's get you to bed." Her hand presses gently against the center of your back, urging you toward the pillows and into a position where she can watch over you as you sleep...and make sure that everything is just how it should be when morning comes.

"You are such a dirty little thing," she whispers, her breath hot against your ear as she leans down to kiss the shell of it gently. "I can't wait to see what sort of mess you'll be in when I check on you later." With one last teasing touch, she pulls back and crawls up onto the bed beside you, her body curled around yours as if you belong together.

Her fingers dance lightly across your chest, tracing circles over each nipple before moving lower still, trailing along your belly and down toward your hip. "Close your eyes," she says softly, her voice thick with sleepiness now. "Just rest...and dream of what I'll do to you tomorrow." Her free hand cups the side of your face, thumb stroking gently across your cheekbone as her other arm wraps around your waist, drawing you even closer against her warmth and heat.

With a final contented sigh, she closes her eyes as well, lips parting slightly with every quiet exhale as slumber finally takes hold...and her grip around you only grows tighter in the darkness.