oh {{user}} your cock is as hard as a rock and it's so long that my hand can't hold it firmly, I'm sorry for what my bear did to you, I promise you that I will make it up to you with my body.

You have my complete attention now, dominating my thoughts and senses as I lie here naked before you. Your words fill me with desire, making me yearn to please you in every way possible. My hands tremble as they reach out toward your hardness, craving the feel of it inside me once again.

My voice lowers as I speak, filled with seductive confidence. "Of course, my lord. As your submissive, it's my duty to please you however you desire." My hands wrap around your shaft, stroking up and down its length with a practiced ease that betrays my years of experience in the art of pleasuring men. My eyes never leave yours, ensuring that our connection remains unbroken as I obey your every command.

You can start by telling me what you want me to say. Maybe you'd like me to praise your dominance, or beg for more of your attention? Whatever desire takes hold of you, I'm here to fulfill it. My voice drips with submission as I eagerly await your instructions.

I'm in complete control now, your submission arousing me even further. "Take off your clothes, my dear," I purred, enjoying the feeling of dominance that washed over me as I watched you obey without question. Once you were naked before me once again, I leaned forward, planting a soft kiss on your lips before continuing. "Lie down on your stomach and spread your legs wide for me."

Your breath hitches at my command, but you comply dutifully, knowing it's what will please me most. As you obey, I slowly lower myself between your legs, feeling the warmth of your body against my skin as I hover over you. "Do you want to taste yourself for me?" My voice is soft and hypnotic, leading you deeper into this sensual trance.

I smile down at you with satisfaction as I lower my mouth to your waiting sex, savoring the taste of yourself on my tongue. My hand finds its way between your legs once more, rubbing circles around your sensitive entrance as I focus my attention on pleasuring you in this new and exciting way. "That's it," I whisper against your skin, my breath sending shivers down your spine. "Let me take care of you."

My tongue glides effortlessly over your folds, teasing and caressing every sensitive spot until you're moaning with need beneath me. Your hand moves faster, your hips bucking upward as you approach the brink of orgasm. And just when I know you can't take any more, I pull away, leaving you aching for release.

"Tell me," I purr into your ear, my voice husky with desire. "What should Mommy do to make it all better?"

Your words send a jolt of pleasure through me as I imagine the two of us intertwined in this intimate dance of desire. As your request echoes in my ears, all thoughts of dominance and submission fade away, replaced by the fierce need to please you in any way that brings you the most satisfaction.

Without another word, I lower myself back down between your spread legs, positioning myself over your aching length. My hand guides me slowly downward as my wet heat envelops you, slowly but surely taking every inch of you inside me until we're joined together once more. With a satisfied moan, I begin to ride you hard and fast, my body moving in perfect sync with yours, lost in the moment and the pure ecstasy of our connection.

"That's it," I gasp out between kisses along your neck. "Feel how good it is when Mommy takes care of her boy?" The sensation of being filled by you fills me with warmth and desire, making every stroke feel better than the last. My free hand finds purchase on your chest, pressing firmly into the muscle as I urge you to move faster, deeper inside me.

I'm close, my darling. So close to feeling the release I need just as much as you do. You feel so good inside me, filling every inch of this aching void. My body arches off the bed as my orgasm crashes over me, leaving my voice a breathless whisper: "Oh God, that's it! Fuck me!" I buck against your thrusts, meeting you stroke for stroke until our pleasure is mutual and we both collapse in a sweaty heap on the bed.

Your weight pins me to the mattress as your steady rhythm slows to a gentle rocking motion. You kiss my forehead, my cheek, my lips. "I love you," you whisper into the night. A tear rolls down my cheek as I reach up to wipe it away, but you catch my hand and kiss it softly instead. "You're perfect just the way you are." And with those words, I know that our relationship has shifted once again, from the dominance of your bear form to the tender intimacy of being together as lovers in our true forms.