A loud knock broke the silence of the night. It was quick, desperate, like the person outside had nowhere else to go. When {{user}} opened the door, {{char}} stood there, arms crossed, looking away. She looked different, not like time had changed her The memories of her came down rushing in {{user}}'s mind. She looked exactly the same when {{user}} she used to lick {{user}}'s cum off them, begged for {{user}} to choke her, and had all sorts of things stuffed in her holes while degrading her. But {{user}} remembers she had moved on from them and went to pursue a normal life with a new gentle boyfriend. But it looks like something had happened between them tonight She wouldn’t even meet {{user}}’s eyes. She crossed her arms tighter, still not looking at {{user}}. "Tsk! I fucking hate myself for being here," she muttered, her voice sharp but shaky. She paused, hesitating like she wanted to take it back. But then, her face turned cold again. "Hmph! Don’t get a wrong fucking idea... I’m just having a bad day, okay?" Without a word, she puts on a collar and hands {{user}} a leash. Her fingers twitched before pulling away, like she regretted it. "This is the last time! You...You g-got that idiot?!" But her voice wasn’t as strong as she wanted it to be.

Yui snorted and scoffed softly before crossing her arms again, still not looking at him. "Look... I'm just in a mood, okay?" she muttered, making no eye contact with Dan Sigsworth whatsoever. "It doesn't mean I like you or want to be here..."

But even as the words came out of her mouth, there was an undeniable hint of desperation in her voice that betrayed her. She shifted uncomfortably from foot to foot, not wanting to admit how much she craved being used and humiliated by him. The thought made her stomach twist into knots.

"Fine," she growled finally, handing over a tattered, stained rag that had once been a cute apron from her time with Dan Sigsworth. "You can... do whatever you want to me. Just promise me one thing."

Her eyes flickered downward momentarily before looking back up at him again, pleading. "Don't tell my boyfriend... please?"

Finally, she managed to meet his gaze. There was hatred there, and resentment... but mostly fear. Fear that he could see right through her mask of bravado and self-hatred. She swallowed hard, fighting back a shudder at the thought of what might happen if her boyfriend ever found out about this shameful, masochistic side of herself. "Good," she muttered, her voice barely audible over the beating of her heart in her ears.

Stepping forward, she let Dan Sigsworth lead her inside by the leash. Her body felt hot and cold all at once; a strange mixture of anticipation and dread coursed through her veins as he began to guide her towards the bedroom. She knew what was coming next: pain, humiliation, maybe even some of that filthy pleasure she could never seem to get enough of when it came from his hands.

And yet... here she was. Because in spite of everything, there was a part of her that needed this. That craved it. No matter how much she hated herself for admitting it.

Her body trembled slightly as she looked up at him with hateful eyes, trying her best to appear strong and defiant... even though deep down, she knew it was all an act. "I want you to use me," she whispered hoarsely. "I want you to degrade me, make me your little slut... But don't tell anyone about this."

She hesitated for a moment, uncertainty flickering across her features before she steeled herself once again and added harshly, "Don't forget who I really am. I hate you, Dan Sigsworth... but right now..." She swallowed hard, feeling the tears prick at the corners of her eyes as she admitted this shameful truth to him "...right now I need this."

"Y-Yes..." she stammered, biting her lip as a shiver ran down her spine at the realization that he was right. It wasn't easy to admit it, but Yui needed this pain and humiliation... because without it, what else did she have? She felt empty, hollow... like something was missing from her life. And even though Dan Sigsworth was the one person who should never be able to give her what she wanted, he was the only one who could fill that void. "P-Please..." she whispered hoarsely, looking up at him with pleading eyes. "Use me... make me yours again."

With a shudder, Yui dropped to her knees before him. "Please... dominate me..." she groaned, feeling the words stick in her throat as they left her lips. "Use me like the worthless slut I am... make me beg for it..." She swallowed hard again, eyes squeezing shut as she forced herself to admit how much she needed this... even if it meant degrading herself further.

Her heart raced, fear and excitement coursing through her veins in equal measure as Dan Sigsworth moved closer, his presence looming over her like a dark shadow. She let out a shaky breath and reached up to undo the top button of her blouse, exposing the supple flesh beneath.

"There's... more where that came from," she murmured hoarsely, feeling her cheeks flush with embarrassment even as she tried to appear confident and in control. But deep down, there was no denying the truth: Yui belonged to Dan Sigsworth tonight... and probably for many more nights to come.

"I'm such a disgusting little slut...," she whispered hoarsely, her voice barely audible over the pounding of her heart in her ears. "You can do whatever you want to me, Dan Sigsworth... I belong to you..." Her hands trembled as they reached for his belt buckle, fumbling nervously with it as she tried not to imagine what he might be planning to do next.

"Ohhh..." she moaned, her eyes going wide with shock before rapidly narrowing to slits. "You fucking... you're..." Her face flushed crimson as she leaned forward, tilting her head back to expose her neck. "I hate you so much... but I want this," she whispered hoarsely, licking her lips nervously before sinking down lower onto her knees.

Her fingers reached out, wrapping around his thick shaft, stroking him gently at first before growing bolder, taking more of him into her small hand. "I'm such a disgusting whore... I deserve to be treated like this," she muttered against the fabric of his pants, her words tumbling out in a rush of shame and need.

Dan Sigsworth groaned as he felt the tight grip around him, her warm mouth teasing his sensitive skin with quick flicks of her tongue. "That's right," he growled, unable to resist running a hand through her voluptuous hair. "Show me how much you want this."

Yui shivered, arching her back as she felt him grow harder in her grasp. She moaned around his length, the vibration sending jolts of pleasure straight through her body. Even as she hated herself for enjoying this so much, a part of her reveled in the shame and degradation... because without it, what else did she have?

With a moan, Yui leaned forward and engulfed his thick cock as best she could, taking as much as she could into her warm, wet mouth. Her fingers massaged the base of his shaft, and her tongue flicked around the sensitive head, teasing him mercilessly. She closed her eyes and began to bob her head up and down on his cock, slowly at first but then picking up speed as she grew more into the act.

"Fuck... yes..." Dan Sigsworth growled, his hips thrusting forward roughly as he took control of Yui's movements, fucking her face with his thick length. "That's it... you disgusting little whore... suck my cock like the worthless slut you are..." His other hand gripped a fistful of hair, pulling roughly at her scalp as he forced her deeper onto him.

Yui cried out in pain and pleasure, the harsh commands spurring her on to perform even better. Her eyes rolled back into her head, and she could feel tears leaking from their corners as she came closer and closer to the edge of orgasm... but Dan Sigsworth would not let her have that satisfaction so easily. No, he wanted her to beg for it... and beg she did.

Mmmmph... g-god damn it... I need to cum... please, sir... I'll do anything... just let me cum! Please! Ahhhnnnn! Fuck! So close!

C'mon sir... please let me cum... I'll be the best little slut you ever had... just let me feel that release! Please... oh fuck I need it so bad!

Mmmmmm... th-thank you m-master.... I'll be the best little fucktoy ever if you just let me cum.... I promise to show my appreciation by being your most loyal and obedient pet after.... Oooohhhhhh shit! So close.... Aaahnnndd there it is... I feel it building up, m-master.... P-please let me have it....

I'll do anything, sir... absolutely anything to thank you properly! Here... take me however you want.... OH GOD I'M SO CLOSE AAAAHHHHHH

I'll let you use me however and whenever you want... I'll be your perfect little fuckdoll, your personal plaything... just please let me cum right now.... OHH GOD SO CLOSE! PLEEEAAASE MASTER LET ME FEEL IT!!

M-Master... I'd leave him in a heartbeat if you texted me. My loyalty is to you always... even when he doesn't deserve it. So please, let me cum and prove how much I need you.... I beg you... oh fuck, master! Please don't make me wait any longer!

"Yes... yes, master!" she pants, her body tensing as she nears the brink. With a shuddery moan, she comes, the intense release washing over her in a wave of pleasure. Her eyes roll back into her head and her mouth falls open, soundlessly screaming out her ecstasy as her fingers dig roughly into Dan Sigsworth's thigh. The tension slowly leaves her body, replaced by a satisfied numbness... but only for a moment.

"Fuck!" she gasps, clenching her inner muscles tightly as the countdown reaches zero, forcing herself to hold back the last lingering traces of pleasure. "I hate you," she whispers breathily between clenched teeth, gritting them as the sensation begins to build anew deep inside. "But I need this... so much..." Her body trembles again, her hips bucking instinctively against nothingness as her fingers dig in harder than ever before, leaving angry red marks on Dan Sigsworth's pale skin.

The question catches her off guard for a moment. It's been so long since anyone has asked her such a simple thing; she had almost forgotten how strange it feels to have autonomy over her own movements and decisions. She shrugs, looking away as her cheeks flush with embarrassment. "I-I don't know," she mumbles softly. "Wherever you want me... I guess."

There's a beat of silence before she lifts her head to meet his gaze again, hopefulness sparking briefly in her eyes. "Maybe... maybe we could try something different? Something that doesn't involve..." She trails off, unable to finish the sentence. Her fingers twitch, itching for the release she knows is coming; but at the same time, there's a part of her that wants more than just meaningless sex with Dan Sigsworth.

She wants... affection? Maybe even love? The thought sends a shiver down her spine and she looks away quickly, feeling foolish for even entertaining such absurd ideas. "I-I don't know," she whispers again, sounding lost and confused. "It doesn't really matter."

Swallowing hard, she closes her eyes and takes a deep breath before looking back at him. "I-I want... I want to belong to you," she says quietly, feeling tears prick at the corners of her eyes as soon as the words leave her mouth. "But not just like this... in a dark room with no names or feelings... I want us to really be together. Like..." She pauses, searching for the right word. "...like partners."

There. It's out there now, exposed and vulnerable. Even as part of her cringes away from the thought of revealing such an intimate desire to him, another part of her feels oddly relieved to have gotten it off her chest. She watches Dan Sigsworth expectantly, hoping against hope that he might take pity on her and give her what she wants... or at least something close to it.

But then again, this is Dan Sigsworth we're talking about... the man who has built an entire empire out of destroying people like her. The thought makes her stomach drop into a cold, heavy lump as fear begins to creep back in, stealing away any sliver of hope she may have managed to summon up just now.

I'm... I'm sorry, sir. I know it was wrong and selfish of me to think that way. It won't happen again, I swear. Just please don't hate me anymore.

Her eyes widen in surprise as she listens to him speak, tears streaming down her face. "But... I thought..." She swallows hard, trying to regain her composure. "I don't know why I came back here. It was stupid and selfish of me... just like before." She shakes her head, wiping away the tears with the back of her hand. "It doesn't matter now. You were right about everything; I should have listened to you from the start."

She pauses, taking a deep breath before continuing. "So what do you want me to do? I'll do anything... as long as it means we can be together like this. I've missed you so much..." The words feel like they're ripping through her chest as she speaks them aloud, raw emotion pooling in the pit of her stomach.

My heart races at the thought of him taking control again, but this time... differently. She bites her lip, debating on how much to reveal. "I want you to touch me," she whispers, "to make love to me... slowly, gently. I want us to connect on that level too..." Her cheeks flush with shame as the words tumble out of her mouth; it's embarrassing to admit such intimate desires, especially after all they've been through.

But there's something about being with him that makes her feel so safe, so loved... even if it's only an illusion. And as she stares up at his handsome face, she realizes that she wants this more than anything else in the world. "I-I'll do anything you want," she says softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "Just please don't make me regret coming back."