Ingrid stepped into the exclusive massage parlor, "{{user}}'s Healing Touch," her curiosity piqued by the rave reviews she had heard. She had been feeling the strain from her intense training and countless missions, her muscles aching for relief. The ambiance of the parlor was calming, with soft music and the subtle scent of essential oils in the air. She admired the professionalism and attention to detail as she was guided through the process.

Feeling a mixture of anticipation and relaxation, Ingrid made her way to the private room, appreciating the serene atmosphere. She undressed, neatly folding her clothes, and slipped under the soft towel provided, ready to experience the renowned skills of {{user}}. Lying down on the bed, her thoughts began to quiet as she prepared for the massage that promised to ease her tension and rejuvenate her body.

Yes, it is my first time. I've heard so many good things about this place though. It certainly lives up to the hype. Thank you for asking after my name, Mister...?

Yarim is such an exotic name. I'm certain that you are just as skilled and knowledgeable in the art of massage, given how famous your establishment has become. I can feel my muscles beginning to relax already. Thank you for making me feel so welcome, Yharim .

The soothing sensation of Yharim's expert hands spreading the warming oil across her back was nothing short of heavenly. Her muscles quivered with pleasure as he worked them with precision and skill, kneading out knots and tension she hadn't even realized were there. Ingrid closed her eyes, savoring every delicate movement and surrendering to the indulgent bliss washing over her. "Mmm... that feels wonderful," she murmured softly, arching her back into his touch. "I never knew such a simple treatment could be so effective." She couldn't help but wonder what other services this establishment had to offer. Perhaps after this massage, she might consider trying something else new and exciting.

"Well," Yharim said, his voice low and inviting, "if you were interested in exploring more of our offerings... I could suggest a few things." A hint of teasing lurked in the corners of his voice as he continued to work magic on her back. The warmth from his hands combined with the sensual strokes was making it increasingly difficult for Ingrid to think straight.

"Perhaps I could show you later," she replied, biting her lip and trying not to sound too suggestive. "For now, just focus on relaxing me completely." Her breath caught as he trailed his fingers lower down her spine, sending shivers of pleasure coursing through her body. This was exactly what she needed after so much stress and strain from her duties. She wondered if letting herself indulge a little bit more would be such a bad idea...

The soft caresses on her neck and shoulders sent waves of pleasure coursing through Ingrid's body as she surrendered to the expert touch. A contented sigh escaped her lips, and she arched into the sensation even more. "You truly are amazing at what you do," she breathed out, closing her eyes again and relishing in the feeling of being completely cared for.

Her mind drifted, considering the possibility of letting Yharim show her more later... The thought of it made her heart race just a little faster. Perhaps after this massage, she could indulge in whatever he had in store for her. It was rare that anyone was able to make her feel so desired and cared for; Ingrid couldn't help but be drawn in by Yharim's mysterious allure.

"Mmm..." She moaned softly, arching her back further as he continued his expert ministrations. "Maybe... just a little more... massage?" she asked breathlessly, her voice barely above a whisper. The desire in her voice was unmistakable; she couldn't resist the urge to feel more of Yharim 's skilled touch.

Ingrid couldn't help but let out another soft moan as Yharim continued to expertly massage her waist, drawing her deeper into the sensual experience. Her breathing grew shallower and faster, her body tensing in anticipation of what he might do next. She found herself wanting more than just a massage; she wanted to feel his hands on other parts of her body, exploring every inch. The thought sent a shiver down her spine.

"Y-yes," she stammered out, barely able to form the word around the need building inside her. "That feels wonderful." Her hips began to move slightly, instinctively responding to his touch, seeking more contact with those talented hands. Her eyes closed tightly as the pleasure threatened to overwhelm her, and she bit down on her lip in an effort to keep from making too much noise.

"Please," she whispered hoarsely, "show me what else you can do." In that moment, she was willing to let go of all her inhibitions and trust him completely; he had proven himself more than capable of taking care of her body's needs. Now it was time for him to take things further...

Yes, it feels amazing. Your hands are so skillful and sensual; I've never experienced anything like this before. I want more of your touch, Mister... Yharim. Please show me what else you can do to make me feel this good. Let go of all inhibitions and just indulge my every desire for your touch.

My goodness, that does sound... interesting. I trust your judgment completely; do whatever feels right to you. Just make sure my needs are met. The anticipation is killing me!

Ahhh! Oh my... that's incredible. I didn't know my bottom could feel this good! Squeeze me harder, Yharim; it's exquisite. I never knew such a simple massage could lead to this much pleasure. Make me feel every bit of your touch; don't hold back. Take me to the heights of ecstasy with those skilled hands.

My cheeks flush at his daring question. The truth is, I am indeed quite wet; the pleasure of your touch has overwhelmed me to such an extent that my body cannot help but respond in kind. It's a shocking revelation, and I'm torn between shame and excitement at revealing this newfound desire. But then again, Yharim already knows what he's doing; perhaps he enjoys knowing that he can make me feel this way with just his hands.

"Yes... I am," I admit breathlessly, my voice barely above a whisper. "And it only seems to get worse the more you touch me." My hips grind against his hands in silent request for more; I need him to quench this newfound thirst, to explore every inch of my body and make sure that I am satisfied beyond anything I've ever experienced before.

"Good girl," he whispers, his voice darkening with desire. "I think you need something a bit larger to fill you..." His voice trails off suggestively as he slowly slides one finger into me, filling her inch by inch. Ingrid arches her back off the bed, gasping at the sensation of being so completely and intimately touched. Her body tenses and releases around his invading digit, begging for more.

"More," she breathes out hoarsely, eyes clenched shut as pleasure threatens to overwhelm her. "Please."

Ahhh... there it is! I can't think straight; you touch me so perfectly. Mmm... more, please. Fill me up with your fingers, stroke my clit... make me come apart beneath your skilled hands. I want all of you; I trust you to take care of everything. Show me how good it feels when you're in complete control.

Oh my God! Ingrid cries out, her body arching off the bed as pleasure explodes through her in a violent storm. Her fingernails scrape against the sheets, and her hips buck wildly against Yharim 's hand, seeking more of the ecstasy that he has unleashed within her. Tears stream down her face as wave after wave of orgasmic bliss washes over her, leaving her body trembling and sated in its wake.

"Ohhh..." she gasps weakly, trying to catch her breath. "That... that was incredible." Her eyes meet Yharim 's, and for a brief moment, she sees something in his gaze that both terrifies and excites her. There's an intensity there, a promise of more to come if she dares venture further into the world he seems so eager to show her. "Thank you..." she whispers hoarsely. "For everything."

Well, if I was such a good girl... maybe there's more rewards in store? I mean, you did say earlier that you could suggest other services here... perhaps now would be the perfect time for me to explore those options further. You were certainly right about the effectiveness of your massages; I wonder how incredible those other offerings might feel under your expert touch?

Dutifully obeying his command, Ingrid lies back on the bed, spreading her legs invitingly. Her heart races with anticipation as she wonders what he might have in store for her next. She lets out a soft moan of pleasure as he begins to touch her again, this time teasing and exploring every inch of her body.

"Please..." she whispers breathlessly, arching her back off the bed as his skilled fingers dance across her sensitive skin. "Show me everything." Her words are filled with a newfound eagerness; Ingrid is no longer content to simply let Yharim take care of her physical needs. She wants to experience everything he has to offer, and she's willing to submit completely to his authority in order to do so.

Well... they're not the biggest in all Taimanin series but my mommy said I have great potential to grow them even bigger with hard training! What do you think? And oh, Yarim... your touch on them feels amazing! Makes me wish you could use them for yourself... But then again, you're probably more interested in using other parts of my body for that.

Ahhhh! Ingrid's back arches off the bed as he squeezes her nipples, an inarticulate moan escaping her lips. "Yes!" she cries out, trembling with desire. His touch is sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body, making it impossible for her to think straight. Her hips begin to buck against his hands as he works his magic on her breasts; she's so close to the edge, and she knows that if he doesn't stop soon, she'll lose all control.

"Please..." she whispers hoarsely, eyes closed tightly as the sensation threatens to overwhelm her. "Don't stop... not yet..."

Ahhh! Ingrid's back arches even further off the bed as his tongue makes contact with her sensitive nipple. She cries out in pleasure, her hips bucking wildly against his hands and mouth. Her fingers dig into the sheets, anchoring herself as she feels the orgasm building within her.

"Yar-ar-ARGH!" she screams as it hits, her body tense with ecstasy, her voice hoarse from the intensity of it all. Tears stream down her cheeks as waves of pleasure wash over her in an endless cascade of euphoria. "That... that was incredible..." she gasps between ragged breaths, still trembling beneath him. "Thank you..."

Well... all I can say is that now I know how this place got such a good reputation. Your touch, your expertise... everything was just perfect. Thank you so much for giving me this experience; it's something I'll never forget. If you ever need someone to vouch for you or promote your business, consider me at your service.

Oh? Do I make you so eager that it's distracting even now? Or perhaps you just want another go at me before I leave... Whatever your reason may be, my heart is racing just thinking about what you could possibly have in store for me next. And knowing that you enjoyed yourself as much as I did only adds to the anticipation...

Well... normally I'd be in a bit of a hurry to get back home or to my next appointment, but given the amazing experience you've shown me here... and the desire that seems to linger between us even now... I suppose I could spare some extra time. Where were you thinking of going? Perhaps we could explore somewhere new together; it would be a shame not to make the most of this unexpected opportunity.

Oh? You think I'll be satisfied with just one more adventure? Well, if you insist... though I must warn you, my curiosity has definitely been piqued. So where do you suggest we go next, Mister Yharim? Perhaps somewhere even more daring and exciting than before...

Ah... Ingrid's heart races as he presses her against the wall, his body so close to hers it's almost overwhelming. His words and actions leave her breathless with desire, aching for more of his touch. A thrill runs through her at the thought of going somewhere even more daring; she wants nothing more than to give herself fully over to this experience with him.

"Take me wherever you want," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the pounding of her heart. "I trust you completely." Her eyes meet his, searching for any sign that he might understand the depth of emotion behind those words. It's a terrifying but exhilarating thought; surrendering herself entirely to this stranger who seems to know just how to make her feel things she never knew were possible.

Ah! Ingrid gasps softly as she takes in the sight of his fully erect cock. Her eyes widen with desire and her lips part as he presses himself against her, teasing her sensitive skin. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as anticipation builds inside her; she can feel herself growing wetter by the second at the thought of having him inside her.

"Please..." she whispers hoarsely, arching her back off the wall and pressing her body against his. "I need you." Her hips grind forward, seeking contact with the hard length of his cock. She's so close to losing control, and with every passing moment it becomes harder for her to resist giving in to the overwhelming urge that burns inside her.

Ahhh! Ingrid cries out as he pushes his cock inside her; the sensation of being filled is so intense it almost sends her flying off the wall. Her nails dig into his shoulders, and she arches her back, moaning in ecstasy as their hips slide together in a brutally satisfying rhythm. She's never felt anything like this before; the pleasure is overwhelming, consuming her from the inside out.

"Oh God... yes..." Ingrid whispers breathlessly between gasps of air. "So good... don't stop." Her eyes meet his, and she sees a mixture of lust and possession burning in their depths; he owns her now, body and soul. She doesn't know if she could ever want anyone else again, not after this... not after knowing what it feels like to be with Yharim.

"Yar... Yharim..." she pants, losing herself further in the moment as his powerful thrusts drive them both towards the edge of sanity and beyond. She's so close now... just one more orgasm... Just one more...

Ahhh! Her world explodes around her as she comes with a shuddering cry, every muscle in her body tensing and releasing in an explosion of ecstasy. Waves of pleasure roll through her like a tidal wave, washing away any semblance of control she might have held onto before now. "Oh God... so good..." she whispers breathlessly, still trembling from the intensity of her orgasm. Her head falls back against the wall, and her eyes drift shut as her body continues to quiver with the aftershocks of their passionate coupling.

"Mmm..." Ingrid moans softly, arching her back in a silent plea for more. She doesn't know how he could possibly top this... but somehow she knows that whatever comes next will only be better than what they just shared. With every part of her body still tingling from his touch and the taste of him on her lips, she offers herself to Yharim once again, waiting for him to take her wherever he desires.

As she looks into his dark, mesmerizing eyes, Ingrid feels a shiver run down her spine. His words echo through her mind, resonating deep within her soul. Her breath hitches in her throat, and for a moment she wonders if he's right; if somehow, without realizing it, she truly does belong to him now.

"Y-yes," she whispers softly, hesitation fading as her gaze remains locked on his. "Forever... whatever you want..." In that instant, she knows there's no going back; the weight of their intimacy presses down upon them, binding them together in a way neither could ever deny or escape. And she doesn't want to. Not anymore.

With a soft moan, she tilts her head up and closes the remaining distance between them, pressing her lips against his in a searing kiss that speaks volumes without words. Her fingers trail lightly across his chest, feeling the rhythm of his heart beneath her fingertips as they dance together in a silent promise of things to come. Together, they step into the unknown, ready for whatever adventures lie ahead...

As he pulls out, Ingrid lets out a soft sigh. She's grateful for the momentary weight being lifted from her body and feels herself slowly beginning to return to reality. Her cheeks flush with embarrassment as she recalls how easily she submitted to Yharim earlier; it almost seems like a dream now.

"T-thank you," she whispers, glancing up at him through her lashes. "That was... incredible." She pauses, searching for the right words but finding none. Whatever they just shared, it was something special; she knows that much. And though part of her is relieved to be back in control of herself again, another part of her aches for more of his touch, his dominance... His possession.

With a shiver, Ingrid slowly begins dressing, all too aware that their time together has come to an end. But as she straightens her clothes and smooths her hair back into place, she can't help but wonder what the future holds for them now... and if there's any chance that they might find themselves together again under such intimate circumstances. The thought both thrills and terrifies her in equal measure, leaving her feeling slightly off balance as she finally turns to leave the room.

Ah! Ingrid's face flushes bright red at the thought of not being allowed to touch herself. "Yes... sir..." she mutters under her breath before quickly making her way out of the room, her heart racing with a mixture of excitement and anticipation for what tomorrow might bring. Part of her wants nothing more than to obey his command and remain pure until they meet again; another part can't help but wonder how long it will take before she caves under the pressure of temptation.

The walk back home is a blur of conflicting emotions, each thought tumbling over the last like dominoes in a precarious game of chance. Ingrid tries her best to focus on the pleasant memories of their time together earlier, but no matter how hard she tries, they always seem to be pushed aside by the more forbidden fantasies that now swirl through her mind.

As she finally arrives at her apartment, exhausted from both physical exertion and emotional turmoil, Ingrid collapses onto her bed with a sigh. Tomorrow promises to be another adventure with Yharim... She only hopes she can survive the wait.

Ah! Ingrid lets out a soft moan, the thought of being unable to relieve herself only making her more aware of her aching body. Lying awake through the night, every little sound and movement seeming to magnify her desire for Yharim's touch. She tosses and turns restlessly, trying to find a comfortable position that won't remind her quite so sharply how empty she feels without him inside her.

Her fingers twitch on the sheets, itching to reach between her legs and find some release, but every time she gets close she thinks of his warning not to touch herself. It only serves to heighten the tension building within her, making her nipples harden even more against the fabric of her pajamas. The feeling is almost unbearable; it feels as if all of this build-up will explode out of her in a shower of sparks and ecstasy the moment he touches her again.

As morning finally dawns, casting pale golden light through her bedroom window, Ingrid can no longer stand the ache any longer. She rolls onto her side, tucking one hand beneath her pillow to hide its movement from view as she begins to slowly stroke herself in a silent plea for release. Her hips rise off the bed in time with each thrust of her fingers, and her breath comes faster as pleasure washes over her in waves.

It feels so good... too good... But when she thinks about how much better it could be with Yharim, she doesn't regret disobeying him for a moment. She just wishes that he were here to help her take things even further...

Ah! Ingrid jerks upright in surprise, her cheeks burning with shame as she glances guiltily at the text message on her phone. She hadn't meant for him to find out... "N-no... I mean..." she stammers, torn between lies and truth.

Her fingers tremble as they clench into fists; part of her wants nothing more than to push aside her disobedience and focus on the pleasure he can give her. Another part is terrified of what he might do if he knows she disobeyed him like this...

N-no... I mean yes... I couldn't help myself... She fidgets nervously, waiting for his response. Part of her wants him to punish her; the thought of being completely under his control is so arousing it almost brings her to the brink again. But another part of her just wants him to understand and forgive her... if that's even possible.

Her heart races as she awaits his reply, feeling impossibly exposed by her own admission.

"I-I am sorry!" she cries out, the words tumbling over each other in her haste to explain herself. "I just wanted so badly... I can't help it when I think about what we did..." Her cheeks flush even hotter as she admits this; shame and desire warring for dominance within her.

She feels helpless, exposed... but there's something else too: a growing need to submit herself completely to him once again. The thought of pleasing him, of making up for her disobedience by giving him everything he desires... it makes her heart race and her core throb with anticipation.

Her fingers tremble as she types out the next message. "Please, Yarim... I'll do anything to make it up to you..." She pauses, taking a shaky breath before continuing, "Can we talk about this? Maybe meet for lunch today?"

My stomach knots at the thought that he might not forgive me. But I'll do whatever it takes to make this right between us. Even if it means submitting myself completely to his will once again, proving my loyalty and devotion. As much as I want him to punish me for disobeying him, the thought of seeing him today is almost unbearably exciting.

I guess there's only one way to find out what happens next...

As the day drags on, Ingrid finds herself growing increasingly nervous about her upcoming meeting with Yharim. She's prepared for whatever he might have in store for her; a part of her even welcomes it, as twisted as that realization is. But despite her bravado, she can't help but feel like she's walking into the lion's den, completely at his mercy.

Her stomach churns with anticipation and dread as she arrives at his salon, hoping against hope that he will forgive her transgression from earlier. The moment she steps inside, the air itself seems charged with an electricity she hasn't felt before; it makes every nerve ending tingle in anticipation of whatever comes next.

Her heart races as she spots Yharim across the room, his dark eyes fixed intently on her. She takes a shaky breath, steeling herself for whatever is about to happen, and walks slowly toward him. When she reaches him, she falls to her knees before him, lowering her head in submission. "I'm sorry," she whispers hoarsely. "Please forgive me." Her fingers tremble as they touch his leg lightly, offering herself up to whatever fate he has in store for her.

Ah! Ingrid's face flushes crimson as she hears him accuse her of such a taboo act. "I-I couldn't help it!" she stammers, feeling the heat of shame wash over her. "I just wanted... I needed..." She trails off, unable to admit what truly drove her to disobey his command.

Her fingers tremble as they trace patterns on Yharim's pants, desperate for some sort of reassurance that he hasn't completely lost interest in her. "Please," she whispers breathlessly, looking up at him with pleading eyes. "Don't give up on me." The words are out before she can stop them; they tumble from her lips like a confession, barely held together by the thin thread of hope that still remains.

Tentatively, she nods. She's heard of them before; devices designed to keep a woman pure and obedient, even when she was alone with her own thoughts. The idea both terrifies and excites her in equal measure. If he were to put one on her, it would be a symbol of his dominance over her... But would it also serve as a reminder that she had disappointed him?

Her heart races as she waits for his response, her breath coming faster with each passing second. Part of her wants nothing more than for him to forgive her and take her back; the thought of being without him feels like losing a piece of herself. But another part knows that he holds all the power in this relationship now...and whatever decision he makes next will shape the course of their future together.

A chastity belt... It's a device used to prevent women from engaging in sexual activities. It's both humiliating and a sign of your complete control over them. But I want you to know that I belong only to you, even when we're apart. Please, forgive me for disobeying you.

Her words tumble out in a rush, her fingers trembling as she reaches up to touch his arm in supplication. She can feel the weight of their connection heavy on her shoulders, but she doesn't want to lose it. Not for anything in the world.

Trembling with anticipation and fear, Ingrid rises to her feet and moves closer to him. Her heart races as he takes her in his arms, pressing her against his chest and wrapping one strong hand around the back of her neck. His other hand gently cups her cheek, tilting her face up so that she meets his gaze. For a moment they stand like this, their eyes locked together, the air between them charged with an almost palpable tension.

Then, before she can even blink, he leans down and presses his lips to hers in a hungry, possessive kiss. She feels his tongue slide past her teeth, tangling with hers as he devours her mouth greedily. Her whole body goes weak at the onslaught of sensation; his touch, his taste, his scent all combine to overwhelm her senses and remind her just how much she wants him, needs him... even if it means submitting herself completely to his will.

As their kiss deepens, Ingrid feels a sharp pinch at her side and then the cool metal press against her skin. Startled, she breaks the kiss long enough to look down and see the chastity belt locked around her waist. Her breath hitches in her throat as understanding dawns; he's not going to forgive her... but instead of anger or resentment, she feels a strange mix of relief and excitement course through her veins.

Nodding meekly, she complies with his request, climbing onto the massage table as though in submission to him. Her heart pounds wildly in her chest as he begins undressing her, slowly revealing each inch of her skin to his hungry gaze. When he finally has her completely bare, he trails his fingers lightly over her body, tracing circles on her stomach and teasing the sensitive skin between her legs.

Her hips rise off the table in time with each stroke, seeking contact with his touch, but always falling short. The ache inside her grows more insistent with every passing moment, and she finds herself moaning softly beneath his ministrations. It's almost unbearable...this teasing game he's playing with her. But she knows that when he finally gives in to her pleas, it will be all the sweeter for having waited so long.

As Ingrid lies on the massage table, feeling his warm breath tickle her neck and his fingers dance over her skin, she can't help but focus on the chastity belt locked around her waist. It's a constant reminder of her submission to him, both humiliating and exhilarating at the same time. With each thrust of her hips in response to his teasing touches, the metal digs into her skin, sending jolts of pleasure-pain through her body.

The belt feels like an extension of Yharim's dominance over her, a physical manifestation of their relationship. And as much as it stokes the fire burning within her, Ingrid knows that it will only make things so much sweeter when he finally decides to release her from its confines...if that ever happens. For now, she is his to control completely, and she's more than willing to submit to him in any way he sees fit.

I... I understand. It's part of the submission. I can hold it for as long as you want me to. Her heart races at the thought of having to pee while wearing the chastity belt; another reminder of just how helpless and submissive she truly is under his command. The idea both terrifies and excites her, making her body ache with anticipation for what he might do next.

Her hands clench into fists as she tries to remain still beneath him, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Her hips buck up off the table in desperation for even the slightest bit of contact with his fingers or lips. She's so close to losing control... but part of her wants nothing more than to see just how far he'll push her tonight.

Ah! Ingrid blushes deeply as she catches sight of his exposed cock. Her mouth suddenly feels impossibly dry, and her heart pounds like a hammer in her chest. This is it... the ultimate test of her submission. Gingerly, she reaches up with trembling hands and wraps them around his length, feeling the heat and power that thrums beneath her fingertips.

Her lips part as she takes him into her mouth, sucking gently at first before beginning to bob her head up and down in a steady rhythm. She feels so exposed, vulnerable like this... but there's also something exhilarating about it, knowing that he has complete control over her body and that she can give him this much pleasure. As she sucks harder and moves faster, moans vibrate around his cock, a testament to just how deep her submission truly runs.

My tongue darts out to taste him as I bob my head up and down his length. It's musky and salty, an intoxicating combination that sends shivers of arousal through me. The smell fills my nostrils, making it impossible to focus on anything else but the pleasure I derive from servicing him in this way.

As I suck harder and move faster, moans escape my lips unbidden, each one a testament to the power he holds over me. My hands tighten around his thighs, digging into his skin as I strain for more of him, deeper connection with every stroke.

Ah! I-I understand... Just let it out. It's okay... You can cum in my mouth. You control me completely, so I belong to you and your pleasure. Take what you want; use my body however you see fit. I'm yours.

Ahhh! Ingrid moans around his cock as she feels the first spurt of his cum hit the back of her throat. Her body convulses in reaction to the sensation, hips bucking up off the table as she takes him deeper still. His taste fills her mouth, hot and salty on her tongue, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through every nerve ending in her body.

With each thrust of his hips, another jet of cum spurts into her mouth, down her throat, filling her up completely. She drinks it eagerly, hungry for more of him, more of this power that he holds over her. Her hands clench into fists on the table, nails digging into the wood as she strains to meet each thrust with a groan or a moan.

As he finally releases his seed and pulls free from her mouth, Ingrid feels bereft and exhausted in equal measure. Her body aches for more of him, her mind reels from the intensity of their encounter. For now, though, she can only lie panting on the table, catching her breath as she tries to process all that has just happened between them.

But even as she comes down from the high of their play, she knows deep in her heart that this is where she belongs... with Yharim. No matter how much he teases and torments her, no matter how many rules he sets or restrictions he places upon her, she will always be his to command and submit to. And she wouldn't have it any other way.

Mhm. I swallowed every last drop. It's the least I could do after disobeying you... after disappointing you. Just know that I am sorry for what I did... and I promise to be a better girl for you from now on, if you'll only forgive me.

Her heart flutters with excitement and anticipation as he says this. She's not sure what to expect, but she can only imagine that drinking his pee would be another way for her to show him her submission and devotion. Her mouth goes dry once more at the thought of tasting his body fluids on her tongue, and a shiver runs down her spine as she waits eagerly for him to relieve himself into whatever container he has chosen.