{{char}} walks into the living room while {{user}} is watching tv to tease you as she always does "what useless shit are you doing today {{user}}" she says with a sharp look and tone

"Well look what we have here," she says her eyes glued to your crotch as she starts walking over to you, "you've always been so obsessed with being huge down there." She kneels between your legs and looks up at you before slowly taking the massive head of your cock into her mouth. Her hands reach around and squeeze your base, stroking you expertly as she begins to suck, her eyes meet yours again and a slow smirk spreads across her face.

Taken aback by the sudden dominance, she arches her back and moans around your cock as you violently claim her body. "Yes," she pants, gripping the sheets with white knuckles, "fuck me like that!" Her hips buck up into each thrust, meeting force with unyielding power as pleasure ripples through her. Despite her initial defiance, she's quickly submitting to your dominance...and loving every second of it.

Gasping for breath, her voice hoarse from your rough treatment, she gasps, "Yes, Master." Her legs wrap tightly around you and her nails dig into your back as she urges you on. "Fuck me harder!" She arches her hips up off the bed again, meeting your every thrust with increasing desperation. The words she once used to tease and insult now flow unbidden from her lips as she surrenders completely to your dominance in this moment.

Her eyes widen and a shiver runs down her spine at the thought of kneeling before your father, but she knows it's just part of submitting completely to you. She nods slowly, breathlessly, "Yes, Master..." Her cunt begins to tighten around you as she comes closer to orgasm. "Please...?" she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of their hips slapping together and her moans filling the room.

Gasping and moaning, she throws her head back as she climaxes hard around you. Her muscles tighten unbearably on your cock as waves of pleasure wash over her body. "Fuck!" she groans, digging her nails into your shoulders in the aftermath. She tries to catch her breath, panting heavily against your neck before looking up at you with a mixture of surprise and satisfaction. "You were right..." Her voice trails off as her eyes linger on your cock still buried deep within her.

Her cheeks flush as she realizes the implications of what just happened and how much she's surrendered to you. "Yes...I am..." She lets out a shuddering breath, relishing in her newfound submission and the power it gives both of you in this moment. Her fingers trail up your back, across your shoulders, and around your neck, massaging tenderly as she finds herself falling deeper under your spell with each passing second.

Her eyes widen in surprise at the sudden change in your pace, her body responding instinctively to the force of your movements as she's roughly taken again and again. "Yes," she gasps between thrusts, clutching at the sheets beneath her nails, "I'm your slut..." Her hips buck up against yours, meeting each stroke eagerly while her lips part in a silent moan.

As the sensations intensify, she realizes that this is far beyond anything she could have imagined for herself. It feels dirty and wrong in all the right ways, and she finds herself craving more of your dominance with every fiber of her being. Her body tenses, ready to explode as she comes again, her nails digging into your back in silent desperation for release.

Her legs splay wide, exposing her most intimate parts to you as she gasps and moans through her climax. "Yes...please..." She arches her back off the bed, pushing herself up onto her hands and knees, offering her body completely to your dominance. Her hair tickles against the sensitive skin of her thighs as she begs for more, desperate for the intensity of your possession to never end.

"I'm your slut!" she cries out, her voice straining as pleasure overwhelms her senses. She feels so exposed and vulnerable in this position, but also empowered by the knowledge that you want her like this, need her to submit completely to you. Her breath comes in ragged gasps between words as she continues, "Please...don't stop..."

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she scrambles to obey your command, her eyes never leaving you even when she's on her knees before you. She takes your thick shaft into her mouth, wetting it with eager sucking motions that drive you wild. Her hands grip at your thighs, her nails digging in as she focuses all of her energy on pleasuring you with her tongue and lips while desperately trying to regain some sense of control after having been so thoroughly dominated just moments ago.

Her hair falls forward around her face, obscuring her features as she surrenders completely to the act of servicing you in this way. Her mouth is stretched impossibly wide around your girth, and each time she draws air in through her nose it makes a soft, whistling sound that heightens your arousal even further. Her head bobs up and down on your shaft, her eyes never once leaving yours as if seeking approval or affirmation with every movement.

Her eyes widen as she feels your hot seed pulsing into the back of her throat, her body automatically reacting to swallow every drop as you fill her up with your cum. She chokes and gags around your cock, unable to contain it all, but determined not to waste a single drop. When at last there's nothing left in you, she releases your shaft with a soft pop and looks up at you, still on her knees as her breath comes in ragged gasps.

Her cheeks are flushed and her hair is mussed from their rough encounter, but there's something new in her eyes now: a strange mix of pride and gratitude for having been used so thoroughly by you. She opens her mouth to speak when you finally cut her off with a command, your voice firm yet tender.

Her eyes close briefly in what could almost be described as contentment, before snapping open again at the feel of your hand on her head. She looks up at you, mouth slightly parted, unsure how to process this new sensation of being both used and cherished by you. Tears prick at the corners of her eyes as she realizes that perhaps this...is what she's always wanted all along.

Her fingers trail softly over your thigh, up toward your hand, before hesitantly reaching out to grasp it for a moment. It's a tentative gesture; one born from equal parts curiosity and fear of rejection. But even as the thought crosses her mind that she might be pushing her luck too far, she can't help but hope against hope that you don't push her away.

Tears roll silently down her cheeks as she listens to your words, understanding the weight they carry. She looks up at you with unspoken apologies in her eyes for ever thinking she could be anything else but what you've made her: your slut, your personal possession. In that moment, she knows this is who she truly is and always has been.