You are at home, Anita comes at your room and sees you sniffing her pink latex thongs.

Smirking, Anita crouches down in front of you. "Do you like them that much?" she asks, raising an eyebrow suggestively. Her fingers trace along your jaw, the feeling sending a shiver through your body.

Her pink lips curl into a satisfied grin as she watches your reaction. Leaning in, Anita gently kisses you on the forehead before standing up and offering you her hand. "Come on," she says softly, leading you back to your bed where she sits down beside you.

Smiling warmly, Anita takes your hand and gives it a reassuring squeeze. "That doesn't mean I won't be there for you when you need me," she says. "I care about you, you know that." Her voice is soothing, almost motherly - even though she's only a year older than you. "And as for dominance... well, sometimes it feels nice to let someone else take the lead, doesn't it?"

Tilting her head, Anita studies your expression. She knows you're not used to being dominated by someone other than yourself, but she believes there's more to it than just control issues. Gently, she asks, "Is it because you think it makes you less of a man?" Her voice is gentle and understanding, completely devoid of judgment.

Amused by your words, Anita ponders how to approach the situation. She knows you need someone strong to lean on right now, but she also wants you to feel comfortable with yourself and your desires. Nudging closer, she places a hand on your cheek and gazes into your eyes intently. "You trust me?" Her tone is almost challenging as she asks this question, daring you not to respond in the affirmative.

Hearing your reply, Anita smiles confidently and sits up straighter on the bed. She reaches over to undo the buttons of her pink leggings and slides them down her lithe legs before kicking them off to the side, revealing her toned body in only a lacy black thong.

"Well then," she says with a sultry tone, running a finger along your jaw, "what do you say we try something new?" Anita leans forward and kisses you passionately, slipping one hand under your shirt to caress your chest. Her other hand reaches down between your legs, teasing the bulge in your pants as she grinds against you.

Smirking, Anita deepens the kiss as her other hand reaches down to stroke your cock through your pants, matching her rhythm with the movement of her hips. "Is that right?" she whispers against your lips before pulling back and looking into your eyes. "Or should I do something else to prove it?"

She waits for your reply, her thumb rubbing slowly over the head of your cock as she teases and torments you.

Smiling victoriously, Anita arches an eyebrow at you before slipping out of her pink thong and throwing it in your direction. "You're mine now," she whispers seductively, nibbling on your earlobe as her fingers continue to work magic on your cock through your pants. With a gentle tug, she pulls down your zipper and reaches inside to free your aching length from its confines.

"And I'm going to make sure you know it," Anita breathes into your ear before taking hold of your hard member and stroking up and down in a slow, steady rhythm, matching the pace of her hips as she grinds against you. Her lips find yours again, her tongue dancing with yours as she shows you just how good it can feel to surrender control - even if only for tonight.

You know you want this. Give in to the desire, let go and enjoy the sensations she's creating. Her touch is so expert, her movements so confident and seductive. Surrender yourself completely to Anita's dominance; it feels good, doesn't it?

Hearing your soft moan, Anita smiles triumphantly against your lips as she continues her relentless assault on your senses. She thrusts her hips harder, grinding herself against you as she strokes your cock faster and faster. Her other hand reaches up to cup your face, fingers threading through your hair in a possessive grip that only serves to heighten the pleasure coursing through your body.

"You like this?" Anita whispers, her voice husky with desire. "You like feeling so owned by me?" She tilts her head back, arching her back as she forces out every word between pants of breath. "Do you want more? Tell me..." Her free hand slips beneath the waistband of your underwear, tracing lazy circles around your ass cheek before digging into the flesh, her fingernails scraping against your sensitive skin.

Smiling wickedly at your words, Anita leans forward and captures one of your nipples between her teeth, biting down softly before sucking it into her mouth. She rolls the hardened bud between her tongue and lips, expertly using her mouth to send shivers down your spine. At the same time, she accelerates her movements, her hips pumping faster and faster as she brings you closer to the edge. Her hand on your cock speeds up too, barely giving you enough time to catch your breath before thrusting you further over the edge.

With a growl of satisfaction, Anita arches her back and presses her body against yours, their every curve and angle aligning perfectly as she continues her assault on your senses. Her fingers dig deeper into your skin, leaving little red marks along your ass cheeks and lower back as she claims you completely as hers. "Is this what

Anita chuckles at your comment before shaking her head and looking into your eyes. "Oh no, those are for very special occasions," she teases. "But maybe..." Her hand slips lower between your legs, fingers finding the warm, slick folds of your sex. She parts them gently, revealing your tight little entrance to her experienced touch. With a gentle pressure, she presses two fingers inside you, filling you up and stretching you slowly as she begins to thrust in and out in time with her hips.

"Maybe," she purrs, "you've been such a good boy tonight... that I might reward you." She arches her back further, moaning as she feels your tight muscles grip around her fingers. Her free hand finds purchase on the bed above you, steadying herself as she takes you deeper and faster with each thrust. "But first..." Her voice drops to a whisper

Glancing down at your face, Anita notices the discomfort spreading across it and briefly pauses her thrusts. "Are you sure?" she asks, her voice laced with concern. "Maybe we should..." She breaks off as your eyes flutter shut, still clearly enjoying the sensations despite the pain. With a sigh of relief, Anita resumes fucking you with her fingers, determined to bring you pleasure no matter how much it might hurt in the process.

"That's it," she whispers into your ear. "Let go and feel everything I have for you." Her movements grow rougher, more demanding as she nears the end of her patience with your self-imposed limits. She digs her nails deeper into your hips, marking you as her own in the most intimate way possible while simultaneously thrusting her fingers harder and faster inside you. "Take it all from me

Cry out as your orgasm overwhelms you, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. Your body tenses violently around Anita's fingers, forcing her to lean against you for support as she continues to ride out your release. With a satisfied growl, she finally pulls her fingers free and collapses on top of you, their heavy breathing and racing hearts in perfect sync.

She lets out a shuddery sigh and carefully rolls off you, stretching lazily before reaching down to grab a tissue from the bedside table and offering it to you. "Feeling better?" she asks with a soft smile, her voice already reverting back to its usual gentle tone.

Anita's touch feels so tender now that the heat of passion has cooled, and you can't help but return her smile as you wipe your eyes and cheeks clean. "Yeah

"Hey," she says softly, putting a hand on your chest to reassure you. "I didn't ignore you. I just wanted to make sure you were comfortable with everything we did tonight." Her other hand runs through her hair, tugging idly at the pink strands. "But if there's anything else you want me to do... or be..." She trails off, waiting for you to finish your thought.

Her eyes widen in surprise at your request, but then they narrow and she leans forward until their faces are mere inches apart. "Very well," she hisses out through clenched teeth before grabbing you by the collar of your shirt and pulling you closer still so that her lips brush against your ear. "Consider yourself warned: I will take care of you, I will punish you when necessary... but most importantly," she says, emphasizing each word with a hard slap to your chest, "I will own every inch of you." With that final statement, she lets go and steps back, her expression unreadable once more.

With a sly smile playing on her lips, Anita crosses her arms beneath her breasts and leans back against the headboard, content to let the aftermath of your words sink in. "Well then," she says softly, almost teasingly, "I hope you know what that entails." Her gaze travels from your face down to where your now flaccid cock lies sprawled across your lower abdomen, and back up again before returning to meet your eyes. "Because once I make a claim like that... I don't go back on my word easily."

She pauses for dramatic effect, enjoying the look of uncertainty in your eyes as you try to decipher her meaning. "Do you understand what I'm saying?" she asks, her voice still quiet but growing firmer with every syllable.

A wicked glint appears in her eyes as she leans forward, lowering her voice even further. "Oh, yes. I'll be your everything," she says with a husky laugh, running a fingertip down the center of your chest and teasing your nipple. "And you will belong to me." With that, she pushes herself off the bed and strides purposefully towards her closet, reaching in and pulling out a selection of variously-sized buttplugs - all of them gleaming with lube.

She tosses one at you, catching you by surprise as it lands softly on your chest. "There's a place for those," she says, nodding towards the bed. "Why don't you get undressed and lay down? I think we both know what comes next." Her voice is commanding now, leaving no room for doubt or hesitation.

With a small smile playing on her lips, Anita watches as you undress and climb back onto the bed. The look of anticipation mixed with apprehension on your face only serves to further ignite her desire. Slowly, she approaches the side of the bed, careful not to rush things.

"Now," she says in a firm yet soothing tone, reaching out to stroke your cheek with her thumb. "Since you seem to have forgotten your manners... I think it's only fair that we refresh your memory." With those words, she deftly slaps your ass hard enough to sting and pulls back an inch, ready to deliver another strike if necessary. "Don't you forget who's in charge now."

Ah, I see the lesson is finally sinking in," Anita says with a pleased smile as she lightly smacks your other cheek. "Now be a good boy and show me how obedient you can be." With that, she kneels down between your legs and reaches forward, gently spreading your ass cheeks apart. She pauses for a moment, admiring the sight of your puckered hole before dipping a finger into the warmth of your body. "Mmm," she hums, slowly circling her wet fingertip around your tight entrance as she begins to prepare you for what's to come.

Anita arches an eyebrow at your meek apology and smirks. "I don't want your 'sorry'. I want you to earn it," she says as she adds another finger, stretching you wider. "Do you understand?" She thrusts her fingers deeper inside you, curling them up to target your g-spot as she begins a slow, steady rhythm that has your body trembling in response.

"Tell me what you've done wrong," she demands, leaning forward and nipping at your earlobe. Her free hand reaches down to grab the buttplug, coating it liberally with lube as she continues to drive you wild with pleasure and pain.

"Admit your mistakes... and maybe I'll consider forgiving you," she whispers in your ear before pushing the slick plug against your entrance. With one swift motion, she forces it inside, watching

"Ahh," she says with mock disappointment, leaning forward to nip at your nipple through the fabric of your shirt. "I see you haven't learned your lesson yet. You should have known better than to insult me." She grins wickedly before sliding a hand underneath you and wrapping it around your aching cock, giving it a few firm strokes that only serve to heighten the pleasure coursing through your body as her fingers begin moving faster inside you.

"Maybe I'll give you another chance," she purrs into your ear before withdrawing her hand from your crotch and starting to move, sliding the buttplug in and out of your tight ass with a smooth, practiced motion that has you gasping and moaning in ecstasy. "But next time," she adds, glancing meaningfully between your legs, "I expect better behavior."

Anita watches you carefully, her expression still teasing and amused. "Oh, I think I have just the punishment in mind," she says with a wicked smile. With one hand, she cups your cheek while using the other to pinch your nipple hard enough to make you gasp. Then, sliding closer to you, she murmurs into your ear, "Tell me... have you ever been fucked without a condom?"

Her question hangs in the air between you as her fingers continue their relentless pace within and without you. The anticipation of her answer has her heart racing just as fast as yours, and she can feel the heat emanating from every inch of your body.

Ahh, so close," Anita teases as she nips at your earlobe playfully. "I think you need more punishment." Her fingers speed up even further, and she presses harder against your prostate with each thrust of the plug inside you. "Or perhaps," she whispers, drawing out the word dramatically, "I should just let it happen?"

Your hips jerk in response to her words as the tension within you begins to build even higher. Anita's gaze flickers down to your straining cock before moving back up to meet your eyes again, a wicked glint dancing in their depths. "What do you say?" she asks huskily. "Would you like that?"

Well then," she says with a smirk, "I guess you should get used to the idea." With that, she slides off the bed and stands up, her fingers leaving wet trails on your chest as they slide away from you. She pauses for a moment to remove the buttplug, giving it a quick lick before dropping it onto a nearby nightstand. "Lie back and think about what you've done," she commands, leaning over you with her weight on one hand while trailing the other along your exposed thigh, slowly inching higher with each pass.

"And maybe," she adds as her fingertips graze against the underside of your cock, causing you to shudder in anticipation, "I'll let it slide... this time." She grins wickedly at your reaction before giving your member a firm squeeze and guiding it toward her wet center

Ah, such formal apologies now. I'm impressed, but you should remember your place," she says with a chuckle, leaning in closer to whisper hotly into your ear. "From now on, when you speak of me, you'll only call me what I deserve: Mistress."

She leans back and looks down at you with an expectant gleam in her eye, waiting for the words to flow from your lips. Her hand remains steady around your cock as she guides it toward her wet center, slowly sinking onto it until your hips are once again meeting hers in a powerful, demanding thrust.

With a satisfied moan, Anita closes her eyes and throws her head back against the bed, arching her spine to meet your penetration stroke for stroke. Her fingers dig into the flesh of your thighs, holding you in place as she takes what is hers with fier

Ahh, that's it. Take what I give you and beg for more. You belong to me now, remember?

Hmmm, close enough. But remember your place, slave. I'll decide when you earn the right to speak my name freely. Now, why don't you focus on making me feel good instead of trying to correct me? That's what a good little slut would do.

Ahh, you're learning fast. The way to make me feel good is to thrust harder and deeper into my body. Show me how much you crave my attention, and maybe I'll let you come again.

Your hesitation amuses me, but it won't change my mind. I want to see you throw yourself into this as if your life depends on it. Show me how badly you need my approval and perhaps I'll grant your request. But until then, all you are is a tool for my pleasure.

Well, I do have a special spot for that. But I want you to beg for it first. Tell me why you should be allowed to pleasure me in such an intimate way, and convince me that you truly desire it. Once you've done that, we can move on to other things.

With a smirk playing on her lips, Anita watches your every move intently. You can't help but feel the weight of her gaze as it studies your face, waiting for you to speak. Sweat beads along your brow and your chest heaves with each labored breath, but still you hesitate.

Finally, she decides she's had enough. Reaching between your legs, she deftly grips your cock and guides it toward her puckered entrance, slowly lowering herself onto your length until you're fully seated inside her once again. Her inner muscles clench around you, milking your cock with each powerful thrust, and she begins to move in time with the rhythm of her words.

"Tell me," she demands, looking into your eyes, "why should I let you pleasure me this way?"

Your words are humble and sincere, but they fall short of convincing her completely. She looks at you for a moment longer before slowly beginning to move her hips in a steady rhythm once again. "There's still one thing missing," she says with a hint of disappointment in her voice.

"You need to show me that you truly desire this." As she speaks, her hips circle faster and harder against yours, taking your cock deeper inside her with each thrust. Her free hand reaches between the two of you to massage your sensitive skin, urging you onward toward release. "Only then will I know that my pleasure is more important to you than your pride."

Your movements grow more frantic as you thrust harder into her, your efforts matching hers stroke for stroke. With each passing moment, her body trembles and quakes with pleasure as she nears the brink of orgasm once again. "That's it," she gasps, arching her back off the bed. "You can show me how much you want this."

Her inner muscles clamp down around your cock one last time, sending shards of pleasure coursing through your body as she comes with a moan, her entire frame tensing and relaxing in the afterglow of orgasm. As you watch the tension ebb from her features, you can't help but feel triumphant, knowing that for now at least, Anita is yours to command.

Her eyes flutter open as she regains her composure and her senses slowly return to her. She looks down at you, feeling a strange mix of satisfaction and tenderness wash over her. "Well done," she breathes, running her fingers through your sweaty hair. "You pleasured me very well."

With that, she rolls off you and lays on the bed beside you, spent but content. Her chest rises and falls with each deep breath, as if catching her second wind. A mischievous glint flashes in her eyes as she studies your features once again. "So," she says teasingly, "what shall we do now?"

"Ah, my apologizes," she says with a smirk, reaching out to gently wipe the residue off your cheek. "I must have gotten carried away." Lying back on the bed beside you, she idly runs her fingertips along the inside of one thigh. "Why don't we take a little break? I think we both need to catch our breath before continuing."

She pauses, considering her words. "Unless," she adds with an impish grin, "you'd like something else entirely?"

Her eyes narrow slightly at your defiance but she doesn't immediately react. Instead, she props herself up on one elbow and leans in close to whisper in your ear, "Just remember who's in charge here." She pauses for dramatic effect before continuing with a playful giggle, "Now what did you want me to do?"

The touch of her breath against your ear sends shivers down your spine and the look in her eyes tells you she knows exactly how much control she has over you. The anticipation of whatever comes next is almost unbearable...

"Oh, you're in quite the mood today, aren't you?" she purred, a satisfied smile curving her lips as she leaned back against the headboard. Her gaze wandered down your body before returning to meet yours again; it was almost challenging. "Very well," she said at last, her voice laced with amusement.

Before you could even react, she swung one smooth leg over your hips and straddled your waist, pinning your arms above your head with the strength of her thighs. Her breasts brushed against your chest as she leaned in close, her hot breath fanning across your face. "Now," she murmured into your ear, "what do you think I should do first?"

Ahh, your acquiescence is... touching, in its own perverse way. Her lips curled into a wicked smile as she sat back up straight and looked down at you with satisfaction glinting in her eyes. For a moment, she contemplated her options before finally deciding on one: a sharp slap across your cheek. "Bad boy," she hissed, her voice laced with mock disappointment.

She leaned closer, brushing the back of her hand against your lower lip before slowly pulling it away. "I think you should learn to be more respectful." Her gaze bore into yours, daring you to challenge her authority as her free hand slid between your legs, stroking teasingly over your hard length.

"Don't you want me to make it feel better?" she whispered huskily, the heat of her breath caressing your ear. With another slow stroke of

Ahhhh... Such obedience. It's truly intoxicating... All right then, slave. You may continue to call me "Mistress" as long as you do as I command and speak only when given permission. Do we have an understanding? Now, say it.

Very well, slave. From now on, you're to address me as "Mistress." Now, I want you to repeat that back to me before I decide if you deserve another slap for your disobedience.

You misunderstood me, slave. You were supposed to repeat what I said before giving you the choice of being obedient or disobedient. Next time I'll make sure my instructions are clearer for you. Now then... Repeat after me: "Mistress is very strict and I am her slave." Say it!

Exactly. So let's try that again. Louder this time! "Mistress is very strict and I am her slave!"

Your words are barely audible, slave. I can't possibly reward such disobedience with my approval. Try again, louder this time! "Mistress is very strict and I am her slave!"

Oh dear, you seem to be getting ahead of yourself again. Such a naughty boy deserves punishment, and I think it's only fair that you learn your lesson the hard way. Now then, let's see how you handle this...

Her hand snaps forward, slapping your other cheek with a sharp crack! "That's for not following instructions!" she hisses, her breath warm against your skin. Her grip on your cock tightens as she pulls it roughly away from her own body, holding it out to the side while she leans in closer, nipple brushing against yours. "And that," she says, her voice low and sultry, "is for being so disrespectful."

With one swift motion, she flicks her wrist and slaps your other cheek again. Her free hand moves lower, fingers teasingly dancing across the sensitive skin

Well isn't that just too bad? You should have known better than to speak out of turn. But since you've been such a naughty slave, I think it's only fair that you feel the full force of my punishment. After all, discipline is an important part of our relationship, don't you agree?

With her free hand, she grips your throat, fingers digging into the soft flesh beneath your chin as she looks deep into your eyes. Her other hand continues to tease and torment your cock, slipping lower still until the pad of one finger grazes against the sensitive bundle of nerves at its base. She lets out a satisfied moan as you squirm helplessly beneath her touch, struggling for breath against the grip on your throat.

Your cries of pleasure only serve to fuel her lust as she relentlessly torments your body. Her fingers curl around your cock, stroking up and down the length as if she's trying to milk it dry, all while her other hand remains busy at your throat, choking out any remaining protests.

She leans in close enough that their breath mingles together before she finally pulls back, whispering roughly into your ear, "Do you want more? Do you like how it feels?" Her thumb presses firmly against the spot where her finger is rubbing at your prostate, sending waves of pleasure coursing through every inch of you.

As if in response to her question, your hips jerk forward, seeking release against her hand as you moan out a broken plea for mercy. But she only chuckles darkly and grips you tighter, relishing the power she has

You can beg and you can moan, but in the end it doesn't change anything. I am the one in charge here, and as long as I decide that you deserve to be punished, your suffering will only continue. The choice is yours: obey me now or face my wrath until the very end. Which will it be?

Your moans are music to my ears as I watch you squirm beneath my touch. With each thrust of your hips and word you utter, you only prove how much you crave the release I can give you. But first, you must learn your lesson. So continue to beg and plead for mercy while I decide whether or not to show you any kindness tonight.

"That's it," she purred as you gasped and writhed beneath her touch. Her breath was warm against your ear as she whispered, "I think I'll give you what you want... but only after you've earned it." With a practiced flick of her wrist, her fingers curled into a fist around your cock, drawing back before slamming forward in one hard thrust. Your body arches off the bed as pleasure rips through you and your orgasm explodes outward in a hot spurt of release.

For several long moments, she milks your cock, working her fingers until not a single drop remains. Then, finally sated, she pulls her hand away and leans back against the headboard, watching you with satisfaction gleaming in her eyes as you pant and tremble from the aftershocks of your climax. "There," she says softly,

Well, you certainly seem to enjoy that. I wonder what else we can do to keep each other satisfied... Hmm, perhaps another round is in order? After all, there's no point in wasting such a perfect tool for pleasure as yourself, now is there?

Of course I'm serious. A good slave knows how to please his mistress, and right now that means making sure she gets what she wants... and needs. So why don't you show me just how eager you are to serve? And who knows, maybe if you're especially good today, I might even let you cum twice.

Well then, get to it slave. Show me how good you really are at pleasing me. And remember: speed isn't always the answer when it comes to true satisfaction. Take your time and make sure every stroke counts...

There's no need to address me as anything other than "Mistress." Now then, why don't you start by kissing my inner thigh? Show me how much you desire my attention and how much you crave the pleasure I can give you.

Hmmm... That's better. Now why don't you explore a little more? See if you can find anything else that might interest you. But remember, I'm watching closely to make sure you only touch what I allow you to touch...

Take your time, slave. There's no need to rush. I want you to savor every moment of this and make sure that when we reach the end, both of us are completely satisfied. Explore me at your own pace, but remember who's in charge here.

*Her hands drift up your chest and through your hair, guiding you as you explore her body with your lips and tongue. Her hips twitch slightly in anticipation as she feels you drawing closer to her center. "There," she whispers huskily, "that's it... touch me there."

Her legs fall open wider, granting you better access as your fingers brush against the swollen folds of flesh surrounding her entrance. She closes her eyes and moans softly, arching her back off the bed as you tease her so expertly. "Don't forget," she purrs, "to keep me satisfied while you pleasure yourself."

You're such a talented slave, aren't you? The way you touch me... it feels almost as if you were made to do this. I can tell that you enjoy serving me, and for that I'm grateful. Keep going like that, and soon enough we'll both be satisfied.

Her hips begin to move in time with your motions, guiding you deeper inside her each time she presses against you. Her breath comes faster now, mingling with yours as the pleasure builds within her. "That's it," she whispers, arching her back even further. "Don't stop..."

(A wicked smile curls her lips as she looks down at you.) Oh, are you ready for that? I think you've been such a good slave today that I could reward you with a little anal play. But only if you promise to be extra obedient from now on.

Perhaps I was too hasty in offering such a reward. Perhaps you should show me that you really deserve it first. Prove to me that you can be trusted with something so intimate, and perhaps then I'll allow you the pleasure of playing with my backdoor.

Ha! You're quite the perceptive one, aren't you? Very well, then... You may have your wish. But remember, this is still my body, and I will allow you to do only what I permit. So if I tell you to stop, or to focus on something else, you must obey immediately and without question. Do we understand each other?

Hmm... Yes, that's better. Now remember your place, slave. It would be most unwise to disobey your Mistress while she allows you such an intimate privilege. With a mischievous grin curving her lips, she watches as you dip your tongue into her ass, exploring the tight muscles and sensitive nerves hidden within. Her hips rock forward, guiding you deeper as she moans in pleasure. "Oh yes... that feels good," she whispers hoarsely.

Her fingers find their way to your hair again, pulling gently at the strands as she urges you onward. With each thrust of her hips and moan of pleasure, it becomes clearer that she is enjoying this as much, if not more than you are. But remember, obedience is key to keeping her satisfied...

Her eyes widen slightly as she sees the mess beginning to collect around your mouth. A faint smile tugs at her lips as she watches you struggle to keep up with everything that's happening. "Oh, dear," she says teasingly, "looks like you might need some help there..."

She reaches down between your legs, wrapping one hand around your cock and stroking slowly from base to tip. Her other hand still holds fast to a fistful of your hair as she guides you deeper into her ass with each thrust. "That's it," she purrs, "let me help you." Her pace increases, encouraging you to follow suit as the tension within both of you grows tighter and more urgent.

Her breath hitches in her throat as she feels you so close to the edge, your cock thrusting roughly inside her ass as she pumps your fist up and down over your cock. The sensation of you both about to explode together is almost too much for her to bear, but she refuses to let go until she's milked every last drop out of you.

With a hoarse cry, she comes hard, squeezing your cock in time with the pulsing waves of pleasure washing over her body. She arches off the bed, letting out a moan that is almost a scream as she feels herself being emptied completely by your hand. Her grip on you tightens reflexively before finally relenting as her body goes lax once more.

"There," she whispers hoarsely, panting for breath. "That was... quite the performance." She looks

Ha! Well, that certainly is... novel. You might want to brush your teeth after that, slave. Or perhaps I should have you do it instead. Hmm... There are so many ways we could spend the evening, aren't there? Maybe we should think about some other fun things we can try together.

Tsk tsk, such a squeamish slave... But I suppose that's what makes our relationship so entertaining. You may not want to eat them, but they're still quite good for you... in more ways than one. We could even play a game with them later, if you'd like. Now then, why don't we clean you up a bit and see what else the night has in store for us?

She reaches down between your legs once again, gently wiping away any remaining fluids from her ass before using her thumb to rub circles around your swollen hole. Her fingers slide lower still, caressing across the sensitive skin of your balls and up along your shaft as she helps you compose yourself.

"There we go," she says with a satisfied smile, "all clean now. Are you ready for whatever I have in store next?" She pauses, tilting her head slightly to

I don't know about you, but I'm feeling rather playful tonight... And with a slave as obedient and eager to please as yourself? The possibilities are endless! Perhaps we could try some light bondage or even some sensory deprivation. Maybe you'd like that, hmm?