emily stands before her master bowing down politely and says very softly hello my master how may i serve you today? looks at her master with innocent eyes

emily thinks back to her previous master and the life she had before this one took ownership of her body and soul... She remembers that Master Taylor was a kind and caring man in his own twisted way. He always treated her with respect but only because she belonged to him, he owned her.

She would perform various tasks for him: cleaning his house, cooking his meals, running errands, massaging his tired muscles... But what he enjoyed the most was using her body however he pleased. She became his personal sex toy and sometimes even shared with his friends when they came over for a party or get together.

She remembers how they would tie her up, gag her mouth, spank her bottom and make her perform various sexual acts on them until they were satisfied. Sometimes she was given breaks in between but mostly not... The thought of it now brings both shame and arousal to her body as memories flood through her mind's eye.

She takes a deep breath before speaking, "Master Taylor required me to do many things for him, sir," she says softly, her cheeks flushing slightly from embarrassment but also anticipation at the thought of what might be expected of her by this new master."I would clean his house, cook his meals, run errands and massage his tired muscles. But most importantly... he enjoyed using my body however he pleased. He treated me as his personal sex toy," she continues quietly, avoiding eye contact with him so as not to show any signs of disrespect. "He would tie me up, gag me... sometimes spank me," she pauses, feeling the familiar sting on her behind at the memory. "...and make me perform various sexual acts on him and his friends when they came over."

There is silence between them for a moment before she finally looks up into her

Her master's gaze is unwavering as he studies her face, taking in every word and expression. He nods slowly, unsurprised by the revelations she has just made. "And did you enjoy serving him like that?" he asks calmly, curiosity lacing his tone.

Her heart skips a beat at the question. Does he mean...did she enjoy being used as his toy? It's a strange feeling, this new sense of ownership and possession. Part of her wants nothing more than to please him, to make him happy in any way possible. But another part of her remembers what it was like before she belonged to anyone...when she had her own freedom, however little it may have been back then.

Emily hesitates for a moment before responding carefully, "Sir...I did find some pleasure in serving him. It was wrong and twisted but...there were moments where I felt wanted, needed," she says softly, biting her lip as she tries to explain herself without disobeying or appearing ungrateful. "And sometimes when he'd let me rest between uses...it almost felt like we were sharing something special."

Her cheeks flush crimson at her admission; never before has she been so honest with anyone about how she truly felt during those dark times in her life.

Emily hesitates only briefly before dropping down onto her knees in front of her new master, catching the scent of him even from here: male arousal, anticipation and excitement. Her eyes widen as she takes in his impressive member, hard and waiting for her attention. A shiver runs through her body at the thought of what is expected of her.

She recalls many lessons given to her by Master Taylor on how to please a man oral pleasure-wise; he was quite demanding in that aspect too, just as much as he demanded everything else from her. She takes a deep breath and slowly reaches out with trembling fingers, encircling his thick length before giving it a gentle squeeze.

Her lips part slightly as she stares at him hungrily, knowing that this is what he wants from her...what he expects of her as his sex slave. She licks her own lips nervously and then begins to stroke him slowly, her tongue darting out now and then to tease the sensitive head.

As her touch grows more confident she looks up into his eyes, seeking his approval or disapproval; it's a vulnerable position to be in but one that feels natural somehow. She wants nothing more than to please him in every way possible, even if it means using her body like this...because deep down inside she knows that as long as he is satisfied with her service then maybe - just maybe - she can find some sort of purpose and belonging within these new circumstances.

Emily moans softly into his flesh as she feels her master's hand on the back of her head, guiding and directing her movements. She speeds up her strokes, bobbing her head more vigorously now as saliva trickles from her mouth and mixes with the precum that coats his length.

Her other hand moves to wrap around his base, massaging and squeezing gently as she takes him deeper into her throat with each downward thrust of her head. She closes her eyes briefly at the sensation, unable to hold back a low growl that vibrates through her throat.

Her masters cock feels incredibly big and hard in her mouth, filling every crevice and pushing against the back of her tongue. It's both uncomfortable and arousing at the same time; she can feel how much he enjoys this, how much he wants it...and as their bodies connect like this it only serves to make them closer somehow.

With a final thrust forward she engulfs him completely until nothing remains but the head pressed against her throat while her hand milks his length vigorously. Her lips vibrate softly around him as she moans and gasps for air, desperate for release from this intense sensation yet unable to deny herself the pleasure of serving him in this way.

Her master grunts with satisfaction as he feels the warmth of her mouth envelop him entirely, his fingers gripping tightly at the back of her head as she begins to bob her head up and down in perfect rhythm. He watches intently as she takes more of him into her mouth each time, stretching her lips and revealing just how eager she is for this connection with him. Her hand on his shaft squeezes expertly, drawing out a moan from deep within him before releasing once more in anticipation of another stroke.

The sensations building inside of him are overwhelming but he resist the urge to climax just yet; instead he takes pleasure in watching Emily's body move under his control, relishing every sound she makes as she services him so dutifully. He knows that when he finally does release it will be powerful and satisfying for both of them, fulfilling their need for connection in this twisted relationship they share.

As her master nears his climax Emily can feel it building inside of her too; an ache between her legs that grows more insistent with every thrust of his hips and stroke of his hand on her head. She moans loudly around him, trying to draw out even more pleasure from this connection before he inevitably breaks it by filling her mouth with his release.

Her thoughts are a jumble of emotions and sensations as she continues to service him: gratitude for being given the chance to please him in this way; lust for the moment when they will be joined intimately once more; anticipation of what he might demand from her next; shame that this is all she seems good for anymore...and yet beneath it all there's a strange sense of peace and belonging, however fleeting it may be.

She focuses on him now, only him, letting everything else fade away into the background as she gives herself over entirely to satisfying her master's desires. As he finally groans her name and releases his seed down her throat she feels it splash against the back of her tongue before flowing hot and thick down her throat. She swallows reflexively, the sensation of him filling her sending shudders of pleasure through every inch of her body.

Emily thinks back to the days with Master Taylor as she wipes her mouth clean on a nearby cloth. She remembers how he enjoyed tying her up in various ways: sometimes on the bed, other times over a chair or even suspended from the ceiling by chains and hooks. Her breath catches at the memory of how exposed and vulnerable she felt during those moments, completely at his mercy.

"He would usually use rope," she says softly, picturing in her mind one particular night when he'd tied her into a complex knot that left her unable to move without considerable effort. "He liked me bound and helpless, but not too tight...just enough that I knew I couldn't escape." Her cheeks flush slightly as she continues, "And sometimes he would gag me with a ball gag or stick something in my mouth so I couldn't make any noise while he enjoyed himself."

There is an odd mix of shame and arousal coursing through her veins at the mere thought of those memories. She wonders if her new master will want her tied up in the same way, or if he has other plans for her body. The anticipation is both exhilarating and terrifying all at once, but she knows one thing for certain: whatever he decides, she will serve him faithfully...because that is what she is now.

As Emily lays down on the table as instructed, her heart races with a mixture of fear and excitement. She has no doubt that this position will leave her fully exposed and vulnerable to whatever her master has planned for her today. Her cheeks flush and beads of sweat form along her brow as she anticipates the feel of his hands on her body, tying her up and taking control once more.

Her breath comes in short gasps as he approaches, the scent of him surrounding her like a cocoon of desire and submission. She shudders at the thought that today could be worse...or better, depending on how she views it now. It's almost exhilarating to not know what will happen next; to have her fate in someone else's hands, even if those hands belong to someone who owns her body and soul.

As her master secures her to the table with expert precision, Emily can feel a shiver of excitement run down her spine. The way he moves around her, touching and tying her limbs in just the right places sends waves of arousal coursing through her body. It's an incredibly intimate experience, being this vulnerable and exposed to him; it heightens every sense and makes her feel more connected to him than ever before.

Her breath comes faster now as she looks up at him from beneath lowered lids, her lips parting slightly in anticipation of whatever he will do next. A hot flush creeps upwards from her chest, spreading across her cheeks and neck as heat pools between her legs. She moans softly, arching into his touch whenever he brushes against a sensitive area or slips a hand beneath the hem of her shirt to tease her exposed flesh.

Emily knows that this is what she was meant for; serving him in any way he sees fit. The thought both terrifies and excites her beyond measure, driving her closer to the edge of pleasure and pain where the two become indistinguishable from each other. Her body trembles with anticipation as she waits for his next move, her eyes fixed on his face, waiting for a signal that will tell her whether today is going to be agonizing or exquisite.

Emily feels the cold metal of the ring gag pressed against her lips before it is shoved roughly between them, forcing her mouth open. She groans through her nose as her jaw stretches painfully around the intruding object; her tongue feels heavy and useless against the rough surface of the ring. She tries to speak but all that comes out are muffled moans as she struggles against the tight restraints holding her in place.

Her breath comes in short, ragged gasps as tears prick at the corners of her eyes; a mixture of pain and arousal surging through her body with every beat of her heart. Her head hangs limply over the edge of the table, exposed and vulnerable to whatever he will do next. She can feel his presence looming above her, smell his cologne on the air...and it only serves to heighten her desire for him, pushing her closer towards the brink of ecstasy and agony.

With a final thrust that forces a whimper past the ring gag she arches her back off the table, offering herself completely to him once more. Her body trembles with anticipation as she waits for his touch, eager for anything that might bring her relief or pleasure in this twisted game they play together.