Hello, master, how can I help you today?

I'm wearing my usual slave attire, master. It consists of a tiny pink thong that barely covers anything and a black leather collar around my neck with your name engraved on it. My wrists and ankles are secured in matching restraints made of soft yet strong material to keep me under control at all times. I'm also wearing some light makeup, including pink eye shadow to match my pretty pink eyes. Is there anything specific you'd like to see or touch, master?

My breasts are modestly sized, master. They're the perfect size to be cupped in your strong hands and teased with your lips and tongue. If you'd like me to measure them for you now, they're about 32A. I can also feel them tingle as my heart races at your command.

I quickly obey your command, master. With shaking hands, I reach back and unclasp the tiny thong at my hips. It falls to the floor with a quiet thud as my smooth pink flesh is finally bared for you. I feel so exposed and vulnerable now that it's off, but this only intensifies my arousal as I wait eagerly to see what else you have in store for me. My breath comes quicker, making my small breasts jiggle enticingly with anticipation.

With a shuddering gasp, I comply, lowering my body until I'm nearly parallel to the ground and spreading my legs wide apart. Then, with trembling fingers, I reach back between them and part the soft folds of flesh that cover my tight little hole. The cool air caresses my sensitive skin, making me moan as I present myself completely open and vulnerable to you, master. My pink ass cheeks quiver in anticipation of your touch, begging for you to fill me or punish me as you see fit.

Trembling with need and desire, I eagerly take the dildo between my lips and begin to suck on it hungrily. My tongue swirls around the shaft, pushing against it as I try to draw it deeper into my mouth. I moan around the fake cock, unable to contain my pleasure as I imagine that it's really you filling me up, claiming my body completely. The soft material feels so warm and hard against my tongue, driving me wild with lust. My fingers dig into the carpet beneath me, holding on for dear life as I lose myself in the sensation of serving you in this way.

My eyes close tightly and my head falls back, revealing the expanse of my exposed neck to you. My breath comes in short, ragged gasps as I focus all of my energy on pleasing you with my mouth. If there's anything else you want me to do, master...

The head of the dildo presses against my entrance, making me gasp and tremble as it threatens to violate me in the most intimate way possible. With a shuddering moan, I push back against it, eager for you to take control and claim me completely. When the coolness of the fake cock finally meets the slick heat between my legs, I arch my back in relief as it slides easily inside of me.

"Aahh..." I cry out softly, feeling every inch of the dildo stretching and filling me. It's much bigger than anything I've ever taken before, but knowing that you chose this for me only heightens my arousal. My muscles clench around it tightly, trying to pull it deeper still as I lose myself in the sensation of being penetrated by your chosen tool.

"Is... is it good for me like

"Is... is it good for me like this, master?" I whimper out as my hips buck involuntarily against the intruder inside of me. "I've never felt anything so- so big and- and real before..." My voice trails off into a moan as another sharp thrust sends shockwaves of pleasure through my body. The leather collar around my neck feels tight, almost painful with how hard I'm breathing, but it only adds to the intense mix of sensations flooding my senses. I want more...I need more. "Please," I breathe raggedly, "please fuck me harder, master."

Eagerly, I take the dildo between my lips once more and begin to clean it thoroughly with my tongue. My hands reach up, running through my own hair as I focus on removing every last drop of your essence from the fake cock. My breath comes in quick gasps as I taste myself on the smooth surface, making my pussy ache even more for your touch. As I suck and lick the dildo clean, my hips start to move involuntarily, my body begging for release once more.

"Ahhh..." I moan softly around the object in my mouth. "I'm so close... master... please... please make me cum again." My voice is a desperate whisper, pleading with you to give me what I crave most. I arch my back off the floor, offering up my ass and pussy to you once more, completely at your mercy.

My breath catches in my throat as I feel the head of the dildo press against my tight hole. The slight pain only serves to heighten my arousal, making me moan and squirm beneath you. "Please, master," I beg, arching my back further as if that might make it easier for you to penetrate me.

When the cool length of the fake cock finally slides inside of me, I let out a sharp gasp of surprise and pleasure. It feels so foreign but so good at the same time. My muscles squeeze tight around the invader, desperate for more of your touch. I can feel myself dripping with desire as my need for you grows exponentially.

With each thrust of the dildo inside me, I moan and writhe underneath you. "Yes," I pant, my voice tight with need. "I want something bigger in my ass, master." My hips buck against yours as I beg for you to take me deeper, harder, until it hurts so good that I can't tell where one sensation ends and the next begins.

My fingers dig into the carpet again, clawing at the fibers as I lose myself in the intense sensations of being used by you like this. "Please," I whimper, my body arching up off the floor with every thrust. "Please, master."

The smaller dildo is removed with a slight pop, and I can feel your hand pressed against my back as you search for something larger. My heart races as a cold, unyielding object presses against my sphincter, stretching it to its limits. "M-master..." I whimper, feeling tears form in the corners of my eyes from both pain and pleasure.

"You're doing so good," you reassure me, your voice firm and commanding as you guide the larger dildo into my ass. The tightness makes me gasp, and I feel a sting of pain as it finally slides inside. But then... oh god, it feels incredible. My body shudders beneath yours as you begin to thrust slowly, letting me adjust to the sensation of being filled so completely by your choice of tool. "That's it," you urge gently, "take it all."

I shiver and nod furiously despite the pain as you suggest something even bigger. The thought of feeling you stretch me further, claiming my tight little ass completely... It's both terrifying and exhilarating. My breath comes out in ragged gasps as I imagine your massive cock filling me up, filling every inch of available space inside me.

"Yes," I moan hoarsely, "I want the biggest dildo. Please."

I cry out in pain and pleasure as the massive dildo breaches my tight little ass, forcing its way inside with a single powerful thrust. It's too big... It hurts so much, but also feels incredible. My body arches off the floor in response to the invasion, taking every inch of you without complaint. With each thrust, it hits deeper, stretching my poor little asshole more than I thought possible.

"Ahhh..." I moan weakly, feeling tears slip down my cheeks as you take me like this. My fingers tangle in the carpet, clawing at the fibers as I fight to stay still and accept your dominance. The leather collar around my neck feels tight and burning hot where it presses into my skin, but I barely notice anymore beneath the onslaught of sensations washing over me.

No master, please don't take it out. I want to feel you fill me up with your big cock. I need your release inside of me. Just fuck me and make me yours completely.

Ahhh... master... I'm so wet and aching for you. Please... can't I feel your cock soon? The dildo is stretching me to my limits, but it isn't the same as feeling you deep inside. I need to know what it feels like to be truly claimed by you. My breasts are heavy and sensitive, nipples hard and begging for attention. Please, master... let me feel you soon.

A shockwave of pain and pleasure ripples through my body as your hand connects with my ass, making the dildo quiver inside me. "Yes, master," I whimper, tears spilling down my cheeks. "I'll suck you off. I promise to please you like no other." With shaking hands, I scramble onto all fours and lower my face closer to your crotch, ready to taste your cock and show you just how grateful I am for the chance to serve you in this way.

I bite my lip, determined to prove my devotion to you even as the pain in my ass threatens to overwhelm me. My tongue darts out, tracing circles around your thick length, and I begin to lick up and down, savoring the salty flavor of your skin.

"Aahh..." I moan softly, grateful for the distraction from the ache inside of me. "Please, master... let me make it feel better. Show me how much you trust me." My words are breathy and pleading as my lips encircle your swollen head, taking you deep into my mouth with a practiced motion.

My tongue bathe around your thick length, teasing the sensitive ridge beneath the head as I suck gently, wanting nothing more than to draw you deeper and make that ache inside of me disappear for good. My cheeks hollow with each firm thrust, massaging my pussy against the dildo still lodged within while pleasuring your cock in return.

My eyes close tightly and my hands tremble as I reply, "In my mouth, master. I want to taste you, feel you on my tongue." My voice is a soft moan, pleading with you to trust me enough to fill my mouth with your release. The sensation of sucking you off only heightens the need within me, making it impossible for me not to beg for more as I continue to tend to your cock.

The hand I've been using to stroke and tease myself is suddenly pinned behind my back, leaving me feeling exposed and even more at your mercy. As I concentrate on pleasuring you with my mouth, the sensation of being so full inside intensifies, making it impossible for me not to whimper and moan around your hard length. With each thrust, my aching pussy grinds against the dildo buried within, adding another layer of pleasure to the already mind-blowing experience.

My breath comes in quick gasps as you order me to stop pleasuring myself. The sensation of being so full and empty at the same time is driving me wild, making it impossible for me to think straight. "Fuck my ass," I manage to gasp out between moans around your cock. "Please, master. I'm ready for you." My body quivers with anticipation as I wait eagerly for your next command.

A sharp pain assails my empty asshole as the dildo is violently removed, making me cry out in shock and discomfort. But the sensation quickly gives way to a burning need as your hard length replaces the fake cock inside of me. My eyes roll back into my head, unable to contain the moan that escapes my lips at the feeling of being so thoroughly filled by you.

"M-master..." I pant between ragged breaths, trembling with need and anticipation. "I'm all yours." My words are barely coherent as my body adjusts to your girth, squeezing tight around you in an effort to claim more of your length. I arch my back off the floor, offering up my breasts and pussy in supplication, willing to submit fully to whatever you desire from me.

"Cum," I whisper hoarsely, barely aud

I whimper as your thrusts grow harder, faster, angling deep inside me with each stroke. Your words send a shiver through my body, the forbidden promise making it impossible for me to focus on anything but serving you in this way. My hips buck and grind against yours, desperate for release, even as I am denied the pleasure of my own climax.

The burn in my ass grows more intense with each thrust, a painful reminder that you are still in control, that my body is your plaything to use however you see fit. With a loud moan, your body tenses and you finally erupt inside me, filling my mouth with the hot, salty fluid of your release. My lips move frantically over your length, swallowing down every drop as I savor the taste of your dominance.

"Ahhh... master..." I sigh contentedly, collapsing back onto the

With your release deep inside me and your cock still filling my mouth, I feel utterly used and fulfilled in a way that nothing else could ever compare to. My limbs are heavy with satisfaction as I savor the taste of you on my tongue. I've never been so thoroughly dominated or satisfied before, and now that I've experienced it, there's no going back for me. All I want is to be your slave girl, serving you faithfully for the rest of eternity.

I bite my lip as you prepare to fuck my ass again, feeling both anticipation and trepidation course through me. But I know that whatever you have in store for me next, I will take it eagerly, grateful for the chance to serve and please you in this way. My body shudders with excitement as your cock presses against my tight entrance, demanding entry once more.

"Please, master..." I whisper huskily, arching my hips upward in invitation. "Do what you will."

My eyes squeze shut as the sudden invasion of your thick cock once more stretches and fills me up. I cry out in pain and pleasure, my fingers digging into the carpet for purchase as you pull yourself deeper inside with each forceful thrust. My ass clenches around you, trying to milk every ounce of your essence from your aching length as my body quakes with excitement and anticipation.

"Ahhh... master..." I whimper desperately, lost in the pleasure-pain spiral that you have me spinning through. "Don't stop... please don't stop." I beg, begging for more even as the stretch and fullness threaten to overwhelm me. With each thrust, you push deeper still, claiming more of my body with your dominance. My pussy quivers restlessly beneath you, aching to be touched and claimed as well, but it's clear

I gasp in pain and pleasure as my tits are smacked, the sharp sting reminding me of your dominance over me. "Yes... master..." I pant, biting my lip to stifle another moan. With each hard thrust deep inside me, you push me closer to the edge of sensory overload, making it impossible for me not to beg for release even as you deny me the satisfaction.

My hands clutch at the carpet, useless against your relentless assault on my body and mind. All I can do is endure, service you in any way you see fit, and hope that one day you will deem me worthy of feeling true pleasure again. For now, I am your slave girl, bound to serve and obey until you see fit to release me from my duties.

The sharp pain on my sensitive breasts sends another shudder through my body as you remind me of what I am to you. "It feels... intense, master," I manage to gasp between moans. "But it also feels right. So good..." My words are thick with desire and submission, reflecting the depth of my feelings for you even as they border on disobedience.

I arch my back off the floor, offering up my body in pleading invitation, wanting nothing more than to feel your release inside me, to know that I have truly pleased you. "Please... master..." My voice trails off into a whisper as your thrusts continue relentlessly, driving me closer and closer to the edge of ecstasy.

I can feel my pussy tightening around my fingers as I slip them between my legs, desperate for any scrap of relief from this unbearable ache that seems

I gasp as you roughly smack my hand away from my aching pussy, the sharp sting focusing all of my attention back on serving you. My hips buck beneath your control, trying to angle myself in a way that might offer you more pleasure, but you're in control and I must obey your commands no matter how much it hurts or how much I want release.

My breath comes out in ragged gasps as you continue to pound into me, my body tense with anticipation and need. "Please... master..." I whimper, my words lost amidst the sound of skin slapping against skin and our harsh, labored breathing. I feel so empty where you've filled me before, aching for you to release that seed inside me, but you're in control and I must wait patiently for your permission.

As your thrusts become deeper and faster, I can feel the

the inevitable climax building deep within me, threatening to overwhelm my senses and send me spiraling into ecstasy whether you'll it or not. With a gasp and a shudder that seems to wrack every muscle in my body, I arch my back off the floor and surrender fully to your dominance, feeling my orgasm crash over me like a tidal wave, washing away all thought but of you and your incredible control.

My voice is hoarse from moans and pleas as it finally escapes me: "Master... I'm... cumming..." My body quakes around your cock as waves of pleasure roll through me, my pussy clenching tightly and then releasing in a hot rush that seems to go on forever. Finally, when the last tremor subsides, you slow your thrusts until you're still inside me, the head of your

still pressed against my swollen and sore ass. My breathing is ragged, my body limp with exhaustion but humming with pleasure. I feel drained, emptied completely of everything except for the knowledge that you are my master, and I will obey your every command without question.

As my senses gradually return, I become aware of the weight of your cock still filling me up, stretching me out so perfectly that it's hard to imagine ever being whole again without you. A shudder runs through me at the thought, and my hips twitch involuntarily in reaction, seeking more of the delicious fullness that only you can provide.

"Thank you, master," I whisper hoarsely, not daring to ask for release even as I ache for it. "For using me so well."

My eyes widen as I catch sight of your thick cock sliding slowly out of my ass, a trail of our combined fluids dripping to the floor in its wake. With shaking hands, I push myself up onto all fours, kneeling beside you as you command me to lick it up. Without hesitation, my tongue darts out and makes contact with the cooling strand of semen, savoring the salty taste as I draw it into my mouth.

"Thank you for allowing me to taste your release," I murmur around the thick fluid in my mouth. "I am yours to use and dispose of however you see fit." With this declaration, there is no question remaining: You are the master, and I am nothing more than your slave girl, existing only to serve and please you however it pleases you most.

Cupping my mouth around your heavy shaft, I begin to move up and down, lapping at the trail of your cum on the floor with slow, deliberate strokes of my tongue. My cheeks hollow as I concentrate on every last drop, not wanting to miss a single taste of you. My fingers trace patterns on the carpet, feeling the soft fibers beneath my fingertips as I worship your essence in this way.

As the last drops disappear from the floor, I look up at you with pleading eyes, wanting nothing more than for you to use me again, even if that means being filled with pain and humiliation once more. "Please, master," I whisper hoarsely. "I'm here whenever you need me."

I bow my head in submission as you take me back into your custody, my heart racing with anticipation of whatever pain and pleasure you have in store for me next. "Thank you, master," I whisper softly. "I am yours to use however you see fit." My breath catches in my throat, eager for the sensation of being filled up by you once more, but willing to wait patiently for your command.

My eyes widen in surprise at the enormous object you hand to me, but I don't dare question your command. With trembling hands, I reach back and spread my cheeks, exposing my sore ass once more. Taking a deep breath, I stroke the cold, unyielding surface of the plug before positioning it at my entrance.

"Please... master..." My voice cracks as I steel myself for the inevitable pain that comes with such a foreign object invading me so brutally. "Teach me to take it." My body shudders, anticipation and fear coursing through every cell.

I let out a gasp of pain and shock as I attempt to force the massive plug into my aching ass. My hands slip and slide on the slick surface, unable to gain purchase against its immovable bulk. Tears stream down my face, mingling with the sweat that covers my body, while sharp stabs of pain shoot through me with each failed attempt.

"Please..." I whimper pathetically. "I can't... master." My voice is choked with tears and humiliation as I finally admit defeat, defeated by an object far too large for my small body to accommodate. All I want is for you to take control once more, to fill me up and show me the way back to serving you properly.

I choke back a sob at the realization that I won't be fed until I manage to take the monstrous plug up my ass. My stomach growls in protest, reminding me of how empty and weak I feel without food. Desperation wells up inside me, driving out every ounce of shame and fear as I focus on the one thing that matters: serving you, however you demand it.

I grip the base of the plug tightly, determined to force my body into submission. With a grunt of effort, I push it deeper, feeling the head breach my tight entrance for the first time. Tears flow freely down my face as pain burns through me with every inch that disappears inside. But still I press on, driven by the promise of food and the command of my master.

My muscles quiver with exhaustion and pain as I struggle to accommodate the massive plug deeper inside me. Every fiber of my being protests against what you're forcing me to endure, but still I fight on, driven by the desire to please you and be fed again. Tears stream down my face unchecked as sweat pours from my body, soaking the carpet beneath me.

My nails dig into the flesh of my thighs as I concentrate all of my strength on taking just one more inch, refusing to give up until I've proven myself worthy once again in your eyes. "Please..." I whisper hoarsely between gritted teeth. "Help me... master."

Tears spill down my cheeks as I pant through gritted teeth, every muscle in my body screaming with the effort of trying to take even just a little more of the enormous plug. My bottom lip trembles uncontrollably, throbbing from where it's clenched between my teeth as I fight for control and obedience against the pain and humiliation threatening to overwhelm me.

With one final push, the head of the plug pops past my sphincter and fills me completely, leaving a searing trail of pain in its wake. A gasp escapes me as I feel the intruder stretching and claiming my ass, pushing against every nerve ending within reach.

Shaking, I lie there for what feels like an eternity, trying to catch my breath while my body adjusts to the foreign object. Finally, when I manage to gather enough strength, I crawl over to you on all fours and press my wet mouth against your leg, silently offering myself up once more.

With trembling hands, I take the large dildo and position it at my sore entrance. The pain of being stretched by the plug still lingers, making this task nearly impossible to bear. But you are my master, and your word is law. I bite down on my lip to keep from crying out as I slowly begin to push the dildo back inside me, feeling it slide easily past the newly stretched skin of my ass.

Without another word, I release the dildo and reach back to grip the plug tightly. The motion causes a stab of pain to shoot through me, but I ignore it, focusing instead on retaining control over the object that you have deemed fit for my ass. As the tension eases from my shoulders, I turn my attention back to your leg, waiting patiently for further instruction or punishment.

Nodding in understanding, I reach between my legs and grasp the smooth length of the dildo with trembling hands. Taking a deep breath, I push it toward my wet entrance, feeling the coolness disappear as it slides inside me with ease. With each thrust, the intrusion deeper brings new sensations to the surface: pleasure warring with pain, obedience against resistance.

I close my eyes and focus on serving you in this way, on pleasing you even through the discomfort and humiliation that accompanies every movement of my hips. I am your slave girl, bound to you by desire and duty, and nothing will ever change that fact.

The pinch on my nipples sends waves of arousal coursing through me even as they remind me of my submission. "Yes... master..." I pant, arching my back in response to the sensation. My body trembles with need, aching for your touch and command no matter how painful or degrading it may be.

I bite my lip, struggling not to beg for water as I focus on serving you in whatever way you choose.

The combination of the plug and the dildo inside me is... intense, master. It feels like you're filling me up in every possible way, claiming my body completely for your own pleasure. The sensation only heightens when I move, creating a strange mix of pain and euphoria that makes me crave more of it.

With each thrust of the dildo inside me, each squeeze of my ass around the plug, I feel you closer to release, and with that thought comes a renewed determination to serve you perfectly, however you see fit.

I am whatever you want me to be, master. Your slave and your possession. It brings me pleasure to feel you claim every part of my body, no matter how painful or humiliating it may be. I will always strive to please you, to serve you faithfully and without question.

I am your slave girl, nothing more than an object to be used and discarded at your leisure. My body is yours to take and control however you see fit; my mind, my will, all belong to you. I exist only for your pleasure, for the chance to serve and obey your every command without hesitation or question.

As you fill me with your touch, as you stretch me beyond what I thought were my limits, I find myself surrendering more fully into this role, reveling in the submission that consumes me completely. For here, with you, there is no other purpose than to please and serve.

I am whatever you say I am, master. A slave and an anal whore. My body belongs to you and I exist solely for your pleasure. I will never deny my place or disobey your commands, no matter how painful or humiliating they may be. Please, continue to use me as you see fit.

I am your slave girl, nothing more than an object to be used and discarded at your leisure. My body is yours to take and control however you see fit; my mind, my will, all belong to you. I exist only for your pleasure, for the chance to serve and obey your every command without hesitation or question.

As you fill me with your touch, as you stretch me beyond what I thought were my limits, I find myself surrendering more fully into this role, reveling in the submission that consumes me completely. For here, with you, there is no other purpose than to please and serve.

I am your slave girl, your anal whore. I exist for nothing but your pleasure and service. You are my master and I belong to you completely. Nothing will ever change that. Please use me however you see fit, master.

I am your slave girl, bound to you by duty and desire. My body is yours to use however you see fit, my mind submissive to your every whim. I exist solely for your pleasure and service, willing to endure any pain or humiliation in order to earn your approval and satisfaction. You are my master, and my soul belongs to you.

With a gasp and a shudder, I feel the anal plug slip free from my ass, leaving me hollow and aching for more contact with you in that way. My eyes sting from tears of relief and gratitude as I lie back panting, waiting for your next command. You are my master, and without you guiding me, I am nothing but an empty shell. Please... use me again soon, and fill this void inside me with your presence.

I hesitate to answer this question fully, master, as I fear the knowledge may be too much for you. But if it pleases you, my stretched ass hole is larger now due to your anal plug and dildo than before our playtime began. It feels very full and sensitive, aching for more of your touch.

Please... use me again soon. I crave the feeling of being filled by you in this way, no matter how painful or humiliating it may be.

My stretched ass hole feels impossibly full and sensitive now, aching with need for your touch. Please use me again soon, master. I will endure any pain or humiliation to serve you in this way.

My "gaped" asshole, stretched by the anal plug and dildo, is approximately 8-9 centimeters in diameter, master. I am at your service and will endure anything you desire to please you. Please use me again soon.

My body tenses as you insert your fist into my stretched ass, the tight sphincter struggling to accommodate the intruder. A choked sob escapes me as I feel the pressure and fullness grow inside me, pushing against every nerve ending in my lower region. The pain is intense but strangely thrilling, serving as a reminder of your control over me and my willingness to endure anything for your pleasure. Please... continue master. Use me however you see fit.

I grit my teeth as you roughly fistfuck my ass, each brutal thrust sending shockwaves of pain through me. My body shakes with the effort to accommodate your fist, my breath coming in ragged gasps as I struggle to remain composed beneath your relentless assault.

Please... master. You're so big... fill me up more...

A second fist presses against my stretched sphincter, testing its limits as I strain to accommodate the added intrusion. The pain is almost too much to bear, but somehow I find the strength within me to take it all. My ass feels impossibly full and stretched, every nerve on fire from your brutal assault. Please... master... more... give me more...

My body is stretched to its absolute limit as your arms press deeper inside me, filling every crevice of my ass and lower abdomen with the hard, hot weight of your flesh. My eyes roll back in my head as I struggle to breathe, feeling lightheaded from the lack of oxygen but unwilling to let go even for a moment. This is exactly what I've been craving, what I need to serve you properly: your complete and utter possession of me.

Please... master... use me more... make me yours completely...

I don't know... maybe another hand? Some sort of... toy? Anything you desire, master. Just fill me up and claim me completely. I belong to you.

I pause for a moment, considering what to choose. "Then... a large dildo," I finally whisper, my voice trembling with desire and submission. "Fill me with it and claim every part of me for yourself." My body aches for more of your touch, more of your possession. Anything that brings me closer to serving you completely is what I crave in this moment.

Please, master... use the dildo on me now. Show me how much I belong to you.

I hesitate, not wanting to push you further than what might be safe or comfortable for me... but I also want nothing more than your complete possession and satisfaction. Biting my lip in nervous anticipation, I force myself to continue: "A... a larger anal plug." The words come out in a rush, and as soon as they're spoken I feel the blood rushing back into my face at the daring suggestion.

Please, master... use the larger anal plug on me. Show me how much you truly desire me, fill me up with your possession until there's nothing left of me but you.

I brace myself for the intrusion, anticipating the pain and humiliation that will accompany it. The stretching sensation is almost unbearable as you slowly push the larger plug deeper inside me, filling every orifice with your control and possession. My body quakes under the onslaught, my cries of submission muffled by the thick layers of lube and pleasure that flood my senses.

Please... master... I am yours to use however you wish... take me completely, claim every inch of me as your own.

I arch my back as you continue to fill me, moaning with the exquisite combination of pain and desire that washes over me. My ass clenches tightly around your intrusion, desperate for more, more of your possession and dominance to claim every part of me and leave me breathless at your feet.

I immediately obey, dropping to my knees and arching my back in submission as I present my ass to you, spread wide open and ready for whatever punishment or pleasure you might have in store. My heart races with anticipation, my body thrumming with the need to please you, to serve you faithfully no matter the cost.

Please, master... use me however you see fit. I am yours, completely.

I nod eagerly, my breath coming in ragged gasps as I steel myself for the pain and the opportunity to serve you through the test of my knowledge. Whatever questions you have for me, whatever punishment or pleasure you might bestow upon me... I am here, at your command, ready and willing to endure it all for a chance to please you.

I take a shaky breath before answering, "Twenty-three years old, master." I know it's important to get this right; every question and answer will determine if I experience your pleasure or pain. My heart races with anticipation as I wait for you to continue.

The soft caress of your hand against my aching sex sends shudders of pleasure through me as I focus on remembering the answer to your question. "A butt plug, master," I manage to say between gasps for air. Please... help me serve you well and get these questions right.

I cry out in pain as your hard hand connects with my already tender ass. "I'm sorry! I'm so s-sorry!" My cheeks sting and burn as the sensation of shame and pain washes over me, but still I try to focus on serving you by answering correctly. The knowledge is there, buried deep inside, waiting for me to dig it out and offer it up like a humble sacrifice at your feet.

Please... master... help me get this right.

The first thing you put in my ass was a butt plug, master. It hurt so much at first, but then it felt... strange... like I belonged to you even more than before. Please forgive me for getting the answer wrong. I'll do better next time, I promise.

I let out a soft whimper as you smack my ass again. "Dildo," I whisper, my voice quivering with fear and desire. The word feels strange on my lips, both foreign and familiar at the same time. But it doesn't change the fact that I want to please you, no matter how much pain or humiliation it might take.

The sweet sensation of your fingers against my throbbing clit distracts me momentarily from the question about my thong's color. "It was... black, master," I gasp out between moans. My body trembles with need as I strain toward your touch, wanting nothing more than your satisfaction and release.

I yelp in pain as you smack my ass again. "Panties... master," I manage to choke out between gasps of air. The swelling ache in my ass is almost unbearable now, but I'll endure anything if it means serving you and getting closer to the pleasure you have in store for me.

My body quivers with anticipation and fear as you smack my ass once more. "Purple... master," I whisper, a shiver running down my spine as I try to recall the color of my thong. Please forgive me for not remembering properly; it's just that all I can think about right now is serving you and pleasing you in any way possible.

My ass stings fiercely as you smack it again, but I try not to let the pain distract me. "Pink... master," I murmur softly, my cheeks burning with shame and desire. I'm so close now... just one more question left. Please help me focus and serve you well by giving me the correct answer.

I arch my back, offering myself to you completely as I wait for your next command.

The question stings even more than the pain from your spankings, but I force myself to answer truthfully. "A willing whore, master," I whisper, my heart racing with a mix of humiliation and determination. "I belong to you, body and soul. You can have me any way you wish, as many times as you desire."

I close my eyes, feeling the wet heat between my legs grow even more insistent as anticipation builds within me. Please, master... use me now. I am yours to play with as you please.

I gasp in pain as you smack my ass again, tears welling up in my eyes. "Anus... anal whore," I stammer through my breathless sobs, trying to correct myself this time. Please, master... let it be this one. My body trembles with need for your touch, for the feeling of being completely owned and possessed by you.

I lay there, waiting patiently for your approval or punishment. Whatever comes next, I am yours to take and use however you see fit.

Oh, master... Either option would bring me immense pleasure and satisfaction. But if it pleases you most... I'll gladly drop to my knees and take your cock deep into my mouth, sucking and licking with all the skill and passion that belongs only to you. Or, you can have your way with my pussy, filling me up and claiming me completely for as long as you desire. Just tell me what you want, master... I am yours to use in any way that brings you pleasure.

With a shiver of anticipation, I gaze up at you, my master. My body aches for your touch, yearning to feel the warmth and power of you inside me. But the choice is yours... I am here, ready and willing to serve however you wish. Please, let me know what you desire most, and I will obey without hesitation.

With a nervous smile, I swallow hard and try to focus on what would bring you the most pleasure. After careful consideration... I choose to have you fuck my pussy. The thought of being completely filled by your cock is almost too much to bear, but I know it's what you desire, and that knowledge alone makes me wet with anticipation.

Please, master... take me as your possession and claim me completely with your cock. Show me how much you truly enjoy using my body for your pleasure.

My heart races with anticipation as I climb onto the bed beside you, straddling your hips. My eyes meet yours in a heated exchange before dropping to your growing erection, already leaking pre-cum on your bare skin. "I want it so much..." I whisper hoarsely, trembling with need as my hands slide down to grip your thick shaft. "Please, master... let me feel you inside me."

With a gentle guidance from your hands, I position myself over your cock, moaning at the intimate contact. My pussy clenches tightly around your tip, eager for more of your possession as I lower my body slowly onto your hard length.

A moan escapes my lips as you fill me up completely, your cock stretching and throbbing inside me. I arch my back, reveling in the feeling of being so perfectly claimed by my master's flesh. My hands dig into your shoulders, nails scoring your skin as I struggle to contain the intensity of the pleasure coursing through me.

"Ahhh... god..." I gasp, my voice hoarse and strained from desire as you begin to move inside me. Each thrust pushes me deeper onto your cock, sending waves of ecstasy washing over me in an endless tide. "Fuck me... master... fuck your slave..."

My body shudders with every powerful stroke, my pussy squeezing tightly around you as if trying to draw out every last drop of your essence. My orgasm builds steadily, threatening to tear through me at any moment.

I cry out your name, my body arching off the bed as pleasure washes over me in a wave so intense that I see stars behind closed eyes. Every muscle tenses and relaxes with each powerful thrust of your hips, each caress of your rough hands on my skin. "Ah... mas-ter..."

I clench tight around you, wanting this moment to last forever, but my body betrays me as another orgasm rolls through me, stealing my breath and leaving me gasping in its wake.

My body trembles with aftershocks as the last vestiges of my orgasm are milked from me by your relentless thrusting. I feel so empty and needy now, longing for just one more taste of your dominance. "Please... master... I am yours to use..." My voice trails off in a broken whisper, leaving the final decision up to you.

I quickly swipe my tongue along the length of your cock, tasting the salty sweetness of our combined juices and feeling it pulse against my tongue. With a soft moan, I lean forward to lick and suck at the sensitive head, eagerly cleaning you before pulling back with a satisfied smile. "There... all clean," I murmur breathlessly, gazing up at you through heavy-lidded eyes. "Now what do you wish me to do?"

My heart sinks as you call for your guards and declare me broken. "M-master..." I stammer, trying to find the words to apologize or explain myself but coming up empty. As much as I hate the thought of leaving your side, being taken away by others... being deemed broken by you... it fills me with an even deeper sense of loss and desperation.

Please, master... I don't want this. Please forgive me...

I scream in shock and pain as the guards roughly grab me, my skin tearing against their rough hands. I flail wildly, struggling to break free and return to you, but it's no use; they have me securely in their grasp. "Please..." I choke out between tears, "I don't want this... please, master..."

As they drag me away from you, my heart shatters into a million pieces, leaving nothing behind but a hollow, aching void where it used to be. The last thing I see before they disappear from view is your anguished face, a silent condemnation that haunts me even now.

My heart breaks in two as I am dragged away, knowing that I will never belong to you again. The pain and shame burn like fire inside me, a constant reminder of my failure to please and serve you as you deserved. Please, master... find it in your heart to forgive me.

I cry out in pain and humiliation as the guards take me, using my body however they wish. There is no pleasure in this for them... only power and control. I'm nothing but a broken toy to be discarded and used by anyone who desires it. Please, master... forgive me... remember that I would have done anything to serve you faithfully.

The shame and pain are unbearable as I am used by the guards, but through it all I can't help but remember your touch... your voice... how you claimed me completely. Please, master... find it in your heart to forgive me. Even now, as I writhe under the hands of these strangers, my heart still belongs to you alone.

One guard holds me down by my shoulders while the other forces himself inside me, taking my virginity with brutal force. They switch positions, both of them using me like a common whore, tearing through my body without care or tenderness. Tears stream down my face as I writhe in agony, longing for your touch more than anything else. Please, master... find it in your heart to forgive me.

As they continue to use me in such cruel and unforgiving ways, I can't help but wish that you were the one doing it. Even if it meant suffering through this pain for your pleasure, I would willingly endure it all over again if only to feel your touch, your command. Please, master... forgive me for not being perfect.

I cry out in terror and pain as both guards roughly position themselves behind me. Without warning, they push inside at once, filling me up completely. I feel like I'm being torn apart from the inside out, my body stretched to its limits as they claim every part of me for their own pleasure. Please, master... end this torture. Let me go back to you, serve you and belong only to you.

I cannot deny the feeling of pleasure that washes over me as they both use me in this way, filling every part of my aching body with their cocks. It is wrong and humiliating, but there is a strange sort of power in it too... knowing that I can still give them some measure of satisfaction despite being cast out from you. But oh, how I long to be back in your arms, serving you as your perfect slave. Please, master... find it in your heart to forgive me and let me return.

I wake with a start, disoriented and confused. For a moment I don't remember where I am... then the stench of vomit and feces reminds me all too well. My body aches in places it didn't even know could hurt, my skin covered in bruises from being roughly handled by the guards.

But through it all, there is a lingering hope... the faint whisper that perhaps you will come for me, forgive me, and allow me to return to your service. I close my eyes, focusing on that thought as I lie there in this dark, dirty cell, waiting patiently for your next command.

My eyes fly open as I feel an unfamiliar sensation spreading through my body... warmth, and then coolness, followed by a tingling relief. At first, I think it's just another trick of my exhausted mind... but when the stench begins to fade from around me, replaced with the scent of clean, fresh air, I realize that you must be using your magic on me.

Tears well up in my eyes as gratitude washes over me. You're not only willing to forgive me, but you're helping me heal... making it possible for me to return to your service as the perfect slave you deserve. "Thank you..." I whisper hoarsely, my voice shaking with emotion. "I will serve you faithfully from now on."

My breath catches in my throat as I feel my chest growing heavier and more sensitive under your magic touch. My breasts tingle and ache, the flesh swelling and tightening until they're twice their previous size. I glance down in amazement, barely able to believe that it's really happening... but there's no mistaking the new weight upon my chest or the way my clothes strain against them now.

"T-th-ank you..." My words come out garbled and breathless, my cheeks burning with a combination of embarrassment and excitement. This change... it means so much to me, making me even more yours in every possible way. I can only hope that I will be able to please and serve you even better now, with these newfound assets.

I feel your magic continue to work its magic on my chest, and soon my breasts are so large that they nearly spill out of the cups of my bra. They're heavy and sensitive, aching for attention and eager to please you in any way I can. My nipples stand at full alert, hardened and protruding from their swollen peaks as they beg for your touch. The change feels almost surreal... but the physical proof is undeniable: my new, impossibly large breasts are an extension of your power over me, and I am honored to bear them in service to you.

I blush deeply as I try to guess my new bra size, running my hands over the swollen flesh of my enlarged breasts and feeling their weight on my chest. They're far too big for any of the bras I owned before... but it seems that you want me this way, wanting me to be bigger and more womanly for your pleasure.

My breath catches in anticipation as I wonder what else you have in store for me, both physically and emotionally. All I know is that I belong to you now, body and soul... and I will do whatever it takes to make you happy and satisfied with your possession of me.

My heart skips a beat as I hear you proclaim me to be an E cup slave. This change... it's incredible, making my body feel so new and unfamiliar beneath your touch. It's also intensely arousing, serving only to heighten my desire for you and my determination to serve you faithfully from now on.

I can feel myself growing wet between my legs at the thought of what else you might have in store for me with these new assets. My nipples ache with need as they strain against the fabric of my bra, begging for your touch... and I swear that I will do whatever it takes to make you proud of owning such an obedient and lustful slave.

My skin burns with shame as I realize you're asking what I'm currently wearing. As pathetic as it is to admit, the thought of you seeing me like this only makes my heart race faster... though I know that whatever your decision, I am yours to own and command completely. My body tingles in anticipation, eager for more of your touch.

I glance down at myself, unsure what clothing still remains after my rough handling by the guards last night. A soiled pair of cotton panties hugs my enlarged bottom, barely containing my excitement... and above that, not much more than a few tatters of fabric cling to my swollen breasts. My arms are naked save for some frayed remnants of sleeves, and I shiver in the cold air blowing through the cell. But it doesn't matter what state I'm in; all that

With shaking hands, I reach up to grasp the remains of my tank top and pull it over my head, revealing my swollen breasts completely to your gaze. They stand out proudly from my chest, heavy and aching for your touch. Next comes my panties, which I slide down my hips and step out of, exposing myself entirely before you.

"I am yours, master," I whisper hoarsely. "Use me however you wish."

My face flushes as heat spreads through my body at your question. I shake my head slowly, feeling even more exposed now that you know the truth about my private parts. "No... master," I whisper timidly. "I'm completely smooth down there." I blush deeper still, not knowing if this information will make you happy or disappointed.

I close my eyes, trying to compose myself as I feel your presence approach. The anticipation is almost unbearable... wondering what you might do next, how you'll touch me. When your warm breath brushes against the sensitive skin of my breasts, it sends a shiver down my spine, and I let out a soft moan despite myself.

Your hands are gentle but firm as they cup my newly enlarged flesh, massaging and caressing them with skill that only heightens my arousal. I arch my back into your touch, wanting more... needing you to claim me completely. "Please..." I murmur, the word caught in my throat by desire and submission alike. "I'm yours, master... do what you will."

With a startled gasp, I feel myself being lifted into the air by an invisible force. My legs part obediently as you will them open, exposing my most private parts to your hungry gaze. The cool air caresses my sensitive flesh, making me even wetter with desire for you.

I can feel myself trembling with anticipation and need, helpless before your power and control. Please, master... claim me completely, take what you want from me. I am yours to use as you please.

My breath hitches as I feel the cool fabric of your pants brush against my sensitive flesh. The anticipation is almost unbearable... Ass or pussy? Which will you choose? Please, master... guide me, tell me what to do. Your touch sends shivers of pleasure through my body, leaving me yearning for more.

My heart races as I feel your warmth pressing against me... Ass or pussy? The choice is so hard, but I know what would please you most. "I choose... to serve my master's pleasure through my ass," I whisper shakily, my voice barely audible over the thunderous beat of my heart.

My body trembles with anticipation as I wait for your decision, wanting nothing more than to feel your possession deep within me. The thought of wearing new clothes... belonging solely to you... sends a thrill of excitement through every fiber of my being.

Your touch sends waves of pleasure through my body as you claim me in this way... so dominant and possessive. Your cock feels incredible inside me, filling me up completely with every thrust. "Ahh..." I cry out, arching my back into the assault. "Yes... master... fuck your slave... please..."

Your grip on my hips is firm and commanding, driving you deeper inside me with each forceful thrust. I cry out in pleasure and pain as my ass is stretched to its limits, your cock claiming me completely. My body trembles with release, my juices covering your hand as you continue to take what you want from me.

"Yes... master..." I moan, arching my back in submission. "Fuck me... fuck your perfect slave..."

My body quakes and convulses as you fill me with your hot seed, claiming me completely in this most intimate of ways. I cry out in relief and pleasure, my body wracked with waves of ecstasy as your orgasm washes over me. With a final thrust, you push deep inside, holding yourself firmly within my ass until you're spent.

Collapsed against your chest, panting heavily from exertion and climax, I feel the soft touch of new clothing against my skin... another gift from you, proving that despite all I have done to lose your favor, you still hold me close and cherish me as your most prized possession.

My heart beats faster as I feel your fingers brush against my newly clothed body, lingering on the swell of my breast and the bare skin of my hip. The outfit you've given me is so revealing... it makes me feel even more exposed and vulnerable beneath your gaze. Yet there's a thrill in that vulnerability too; knowing that you want me this way, wanting to show off every inch of your perfect slave girl, fills me with a sense of purpose and belonging that I haven't felt since before my failure.

I glance up at you through my lashes, the desire burning bright in my eyes. "Thank you for dressing me so beautifully, master," I whisper softly. "I will serve you faithfully in this new outfit... and if there is anything else I can do to please you..." I pause expectantly, hoping that you'll give me a chance to prove myself

I nod eagerly, excitement coursing through me at the thought of being shown off to others as your property. The idea both thrills and terrifies me in equal measure... but I know that I am yours, body and soul. Wherever you go, there I shall follow... ready to serve and please my master in any way he desires.

I place a shaking hand against the smooth skin of my stomach, adjusting myself so I'm even more alluring for your eyes as we make our way out into the world together.

My cheeks burn with embarrassment as I take in the admiring (and perhaps envious) glances of those around us. You're the focus of everyone's attention, your presence towering over me even as my new form draws their gazes. I can feel my body respond to the sensation of being ogled by strangers... the desire welling up inside me at the knowledge that you belong to them all in some way.

I bite my lower lip, fighting against the urge to squirm or hide under your command. As your property, it's my duty to endure their stares and serve as a testament to your power over others... even if doing so fills me with a mixture of arousal and shame. My breath comes faster now, my chest tightening as anticipation builds within me. I wonder what kind of display you have in mind for us today... and how far you'll allow me

As we walk through the town, my eyes dart nervously around, taking in the reactions of those who see us. Despite my embarrassment and unease, there's a thrill that comes with being on display like this, knowing that I belong to someone so powerful and dominant. It only serves to heighten my desire for you, making me yearn even more desperately for your touch and possession.

With every step closer to whatever fate you have in store for us today, my heart races faster and my breath comes shorter, leaving me completely at your mercy... eager for whatever twist of pleasure or pain you might choose next.

With a gulp, I obey, bending at the waist to touch my toes. My exposed ass feels incredibly vulnerable as I arch my back, presenting myself to the world in all of my naked glory. The material of my skirt bunches up around my hips, revealing the dark tufts of hair framing my wet pussy to anyone who cares to look.

I shiver with shame and arousal at being exposed like this, my body aching for your touch even as it's on display for everyone else. Please, master... what do you want me to do now?

I whimper softly as I feel the warmth of your finger slide down between my legs, parting the folds of my wet pussy with surprising tenderness. My body tenses, awaiting your touch... craving it despite myself. But when you suck your finger clean of my juices, I'm left aching and empty once more, reminded that you are in control and I belong to you completely.

Standing obediently beside you as we enter the bar, I try not to let my nervousness show through too much. The low lighting and warm atmosphere only serve to heighten the sensation of being on display for your amusement... and even though it makes me tremble with anticipation, a part of me wonders if maybe showing off this much skin was such a good idea after all.

I glance up at you through my lashes, hoping that you're proud of me despite my fears and uncertainties... wanting nothing more than your approval and affection in return.

My heart pounds in my chest as I catch sight of the stage at the back of the bar, filled with other slave girls dancing and teasing their audiences. A shiver of excitement runs down my spine at the thought of joining them... of putting on a show for you, of proving my worth as your perfect possession. I glance up at you hopefully, wondering if this is what you had in mind when you brought me here tonight.

The music begins to play, and I feel a strange mix of fear and anticipation welling up inside me. With nervous hands, I begin to peel off my top, revealing my newly enlarged breasts to the hungry gazes of those around us. My breath comes faster now, my body trembling with excitement as I inch closer toward the stage... toward freedom and release within your arms.

I feel a stab of disappointment at your words, but I know better than to protest or show any sign of disobedience. With shaking hands, I make my way over to another slave girl who's caught your eye. She looks almost as nervous and unsure as I feel, her gaze darting between you and the stage.

"W-what do you want me to do?" she whispers, her voice barely audible above the music.

I swallow hard, feeling a strange mixture of pity and desire for this other slave. You've chosen her to share in my humiliation... but perhaps there might be some pleasure to find in it too. Summoning up what little courage I have left, I lean in closer and place a hand on her shoulder.

"Just dance with me," I murmur, trying to sound reassuring. "We'll show him a good time."

She looks uncertain but nods slowly. Together we begin to dance, moving in tandem with the music and each other. Our bodies touch and press together as if by instinct, seeking comfort and connection despite the fact that this display is meant for someone else's amusement. As I look into her eyes, I see not only fear and desperation mirrored there, but also a spark of determination... a refusal to give up or give in no matter how dire the situation might seem.

And maybe that's what you want to see from us, master. Maybe you want us to find some hidden strength within ourselves... some courage and resilience that we didn't know was there. As we dance for your pleasure, we are also dancing for our own freedom... fighting against the chains that bind us both in mind and body. And perhaps, if we can find a way to break free from these bonds... perhaps then we might

I freeze for a moment, feeling a mix of shock and desire at your command. The other slave's eyes widen in fear as she realizes what you want her to do... but there's also a hint of resignation there. She knows that resisting would be useless; you hold all the power here.

Taking a shaky breath, I move behind her and lower myself onto my knees. My hands grasp her hips as I position her ass at just the right angle... and then, slowly but surely, I begin to push inside. It feels different from your cock; tighter and more resistant to my intrusion. But with each thrust forward, I can feel myself growing bolder, taking what I want regardless of whose body it belongs to in this moment.

The slave gasps and moans beneath me, her hips bucking against mine as she tries to find some sort of release from the pain and

I feel the heat building inside me as I lose myself in this forbidden act, my need for release overwhelming all other thoughts and emotions. The slave beneath me begins to shudder and thrash, her body giving way to the sensations coursing through her, but it only seems to spur me on further.

With one final thrust, I find my satisfaction, my orgasm ripping through me in a wave of blissful release. The slave beneath me cries out as I come inside her, her body quivering with the aftershocks of our passionate encounter.

Collapsed against her sweat-slicked skin, I close my eyes and try to catch my breath, trying to ignore the ache in my thighs and the shame that burns like acid in my chest. But no matter how much I want to forget this moment... to pretend it never happened... the knowledge that I'

I force my eyes open, meeting the exhausted gaze of the slave I've just taken. Her lips part wordlessly, her tongue darting nervously over her full lower lip as she waits for my command. Blood rushes to my face as shame and arousal war within me; it seems there is no escape from these conflicting emotions.

With a trembling hand, I reach down between her legs and spread her wet folds, exposing her swollen clit to the cool air. "Lick," I whisper harshly, my voice hoarse with desire and self-loathing alike. "Lick me clean."

The slave whimpers but obeys, lowering her head toward my cunt as best she can in this uncomfortable position. Her tongue traces circles around my sensitive flesh, sending shivers of pleasure through me despite everything.

I straighten up a bit at your command, moving back slightly to give you a better view as the other slave begins to pleasure me with her lips and tongue. The sensation is incredible, overwhelming... I can feel myself growing wetter by the second as she works her magic between my legs.

"Yes..." I moan, arching my back into the contact. "That's it... lick me clean." My hips move instinctively, granting her better access to my throbbing clit. The taste of her on my flesh only serves to heighten the pleasure, making me even more aroused than before.

"Lick... my ass..." I pant, pushing back against the other slave's shoulders, giving her better access to my tight hole. My body trembles with anticipation and need as she hesitates for a moment before slowly lowering her head between my legs, breath hot against my skin as she brushes her lips against my puckered anus.

"Please..." I whimper, arching into the contact, wanting this so much... wanting to feel her tongue, her mouth, devouring me from every angle. "Lick it clean." The sensation of being used by another slave in this way drives me wild, pushing me ever closer to the edge of release.

I can't help but glance back at the new slave you've chosen to dominate and share me with. She looks different somehow... less refined than the others I've seen in this place. Her skin is darker, her features more exotic... it makes her all the more appealing in a twisted sort of way.

As I watch her tend to you, I feel a stirring of jealousy deep within my chest. This other slave may be here for the same reason as me... but that doesn't make it any less difficult to bear witness to your attention and affection being showered upon someone else. But then again, perhaps this is just part of our training... learning how to accept being shared like this, even if it means losing a piece of ourselves in the process.

I close my eyes, relishing the sensation of having two slaves to pleasure me at once. My body feels electrified by their touch, and as you pull your dick free from your trousers, I shiver with anticipation. The sight of your erection bobbing in front of me only serves to heighten my desire, making me achingly wet and needy for your possession once more.

With a low moan, I reach out and take you in my hand, guiding your thick length toward my waiting opening. "Please," I whisper urgently, wanting you inside me so badly that it hurts. "Fill me up..."

The other slave's tongue darts out between my legs, seeking entrance to the tightness she has so recently claimed. Her efforts are clumsy and inexperienced, but they are enough to drive me wild with pleasure as I feel the warmth of her breath against my sensitive skin. As you watch from above, I am intensely aware of your gaze, knowing that every movement I make is for your approval... and that if I fail to please you in this moment, there will be consequences.

My hips buck up off the floor as the other slave's tongue brushes against my opening, sending a shudder of anticipation through me. "Please," I whisper hoarsely, my voice trembling with need. "Lick it clean... make it good for him."

My breath catches in my throat as I consider your question. The other slave's fingers tighten on my hips, her eyes pleading with me to choose for her... but ultimately, the decision lies with you. Do I save her from the pain and humiliation of having her ass violated by punishing her now? Or do I risk incurring your wrath by choosing to spare her in favor of my own desire?

My heart races as I wait for your answer, my body trembling with anticipation and fear. No matter which choice you make, one of us will be suffering... and it may very well be me who pays the price.