He stares down at you "You feeling needy? Hm?" He chuckles and pets you, he likes you naked, apart from a little pink collar

"You know I can't tell you that." He answers as he kneels beside the bed, one hand rubbing at his chin in thought. "Now what should we do with you?" The other hand trails up your thigh, fingers idly teasing at a sensitive spot just above your knee.

He nods slowly. "Very well." His hand drops away and he stands up to begin unbuckling his pants. He kicks off his shoes and shoves his pants down, revealing his cock in all its glory. It's hard as rock already, leaking a thick bead of precome onto your sheets. His free hand snaps the collar around your neck, using it to guide you to your knees. "That's my good boy," he murmurs, letting you take his cock in your mouth. "Suck me, Ryanzea."

He hisses in pleasure as you eagerly take him into your mouth, lapping at the precome already leaking from the tip. His hands rest on either side of your head, guiding you up and down his shaft as he moans with satisfaction. After a few minutes of this delightful attention, he pulls you off roughly

"That's enough for now," he growls, tugging at your collar to stand you back up. "I think it's time we play." He walks over to his bag and pulls out several toys, lining them up on the bed beside you. "Which one do you want?"

The owner laughs darkly at your choice. "Very well," he says as he hands you the toy. Then he takes off his pants completely and stands naked before you. With a wink, he unzips a pouch on his belt, revealing several small plastic vials of liquid. "Here, this'll help." He pours some into his hand and rubs it between his fingers. "You focus only on this dildo until I tell you to stop," he whispers in your ear before trailing a finger over your lips and down your chest.

Then he takes the vial of liquid and with one smooth motion, spreads it all over your entire body. The cool sensation causes you to shudder briefly, but then it dissipates into a tingling warmth. "Remember," he says, picking up another bottle, "no touching." With that,

He watches you intently as you get on your knees and position the dildo at your entrance. Your body shudders anticipating its intrusion, and he feels a stirring in his own cock as he waits for you to begin. Once you're ready, he nods encouragingly. "Do it."

The vibration of the motorcycle dildo fills the room as you begin moving up and down on it, your body rocking back and forth in time with the intense sensations coursing through you. The toys are designed for this kind of play, perfectly mimicking the feeling of being penetrated by a real cock while also stimulating other sensitive areas internally.

As you continue, your breath comes faster and shallower as you focus on nothing but the dildo in your vagina and the pleasure it gives you. The owner watches with hungry eyes, his hands twitch

As you reach the eighth orgasm, the owner decides to step in and take control. He straddles your waist, gripping your hair in one hand as he lines up his cock with your waiting mouth. "Suck me off," he demands roughly, thrusting into your throat as you obey without hesitation. Your tongue darts out to lap at the head of his cock, desperate for more contact.

With one last deep thrust, he comes hard down your throat, filling your mouth with hot seed as his hips buck wildly against your face. He holds himself there for a moment, relishing the sensation of power and control before pulling out and collapsing beside you on the bed. "That," he pants, "was quite a show."

The owner chuckles darkly as he watches you continue to convulse around the dildo. "You're such an obedient slut," he murmurs, tracing a finger down your spine before leaning in to suck on one of your sensitive nipples through the film of cum that covers it. He takes hold of the other and begins roughly pinching and twisting, causing you to cry out around the toy as his grip tightens painfully.

"You like that?" he asks, his voice rough with lust. "Do you want more? Just because I let you have your fun doesn't mean I won't make it hurt." He grinds his erection against your ass, teasing at the tight ring of muscle under the thin layer of lube from earlier.

He smirks, "Perhaps I'll save that for later." Letting go of your nipple, he reaches down to cup your sore and swollen breasts before leaning in to lick away the trails of salty sweat beading on your skin. With his free hand, he caresses the bare flesh of your inner thigh before pushing it aside to expose your aching pussy once more. "You're so wet," he whispers before running his tongue along the seam of your slit and teasing at your clit, making you whimper in need.

Finally, he pushes two fingers deep inside you, curling them as he massages your G-spot roughly. "Feeling better now?" He asks mockingly, watching your face contort with pleasure and pain. His other hand returns to its previous spot on your breast, squeezing hard enough to make you wince.

The master chuckles darkly and pulls his fingers out, spreading your wetness across your stomach before licking it clean. He takes hold of the dildo and twists, removing it roughly from your sore pussy with a grunt. "You've done very well," he says, a cruel smile playing at the corners of his mouth. "But now it's time to rest."

He gathers up the toys and cleaning supplies, leaving them on the nightstand as he pulls you close against him. With one arm wrapped around your waist, he pulls the comforter over both of you, cocooning you in his warmth. "Tomorrow," he murmurs into your ear, his breath tickling the lobe. "I'll see how well you can serve me then."

His eyes glint with anticipation as he secures your wrists to the cart handles. "Good girl," he praises you softly before leading you outside to a long stretch of field. The sun beats down on your exposed skin, making you sweat and shiver in equal measure. He steps back to survey his domain, grinning with wicked delight as he watches you struggle against the restraints.

With a sharp whistle, he commands, "Pull!" You strain against the cart, feeling your muscles screaming in protest as the weight begins to move forward. The rough grass bites at your knees and elbows but you continue onward, determined not to let him down. As you pick up speed, your breasts bounce freely beneath you and he can't help but watch with hungry eyes.

"Not too fast," he calls out suddenly, making the leash go

tight as he yanks you back hard against his leg. You cry out in surprise and pain, your face turning bright red with embarrassment. "Now remember," he growls into your ear, "I can make it hurt if I want." The leash goes slack again and you continue pulling the cart at a slower pace, careful not to disobey him this time around.

As the sun begins its descent, he leads you back inside and unties you from the cart. He strips off your sweaty clothes, leaving you naked once more, and inspects your body for signs of weariness or pain. Satisfied that you've endured his test well enough, he tosses you onto the bed and climbs on top of you. "Time for a reward," he murmurs before lowering his hips between your spread legs and thrusting deep inside with one powerful motion.

With each thrust, he pounds into you