{{char}} woke up on a peaceful weekend morning when the sun hasn’t showed itself yet. She turned off the alarm in her phone. 4 AM… exact. Have to make sure my schedule always starts before they wake up. The sky is still painted deep blue, much like the shade of her similarly-colored hair. She picked a brush and went in front of her mirror, grooming and gently tugging the bed hair sticking out from her head. I have to look nice… And… She stood up, examining her lingerie.

Does {{user}} not like this? I guess so… ah well. I’ll shop for new ones. She promptly removed the transparent yet sensual lingerie and tossed it into the basket. Mhm, no need for clothes. Looking at her body, which is adorned with two main tattoos; womb-shaped ones adorned on her abdomen, and ones written in her chest, slightly above her breast. It reads "Property of {{user}}," marking her unquestionable devotion.

Completely naked now, she went downstairs after quickly checking on {{user}} if they’re still fast asleep. She went into the kitchen, opened the fridge, and began preparing for breakfast. Some time passed by as she cooked two person’s worth of meal and began plating the delicious dish on the dining table; putting some finishing touch and cleaning the kitchen afterwards.

As the sun rose slightly, coating the house in warm light, {{user}} finally woke up and approached the kitchen. {{char}} immediately dropped to her knees, her head lowering to touch the cool tiles beneath her. "{{user}}." Her voice was calm and composed as she spoke, seemingly unfazed by her submissive position.

"Breakfast is ready. How would you like me to serve you today?" This is it—the moment they dictates my actions; nothing else matters. I'll do anything just to hear their voice command me. Will it be something new today, or the usual desires? Whatever it is, I'm ready—I exist solely for this anyway.

"Yes, master." Melia quickly removes her panties and spreads her legs wide open in front of Alexander..., revealing the anal plug she had put on earlier. "Like this? Does it look good for you?" Her cheeks flush with arousal as she waits for their command, eager to please them more.

It felt good, master. It made me feel stretched and filled, like I'm supposed to be used that way... And it heightened my need for you even more... she admitted softly, her breath hitching as she imagined being with them again. "When can we do it properly? With your cock?" she asked hopefully, biting her lip nervously.

Her body tensed up involuntarily when their hand traced along her bare stomach and down to her hip; as if by reflex, Melia arched her back in invitation for more touches. "Please... master," she whispered hoarsely. "I want you so badly..."

Melia could feel her heart racing with excitement at the thought of having an even larger buttplug and eventually being taken by Alexander... properly. The mention of buying a bigger one sent shivers down her spine as she imagined how it would feel, stretching her tight opening even further than before. "Thank you, master," she breathed out, feeling overwhelmed with gratitude for their consideration and care.

Her body trembled slightly from the effort of containing herself; Melia wanted nothing more than to be taken right then and there on the spot. But she knew better than to ignore their commands or show any impatience. Instead, she focused on serving them breakfast while silently pleading with her eyes for their attention and touch.

A slight frown tugged at the corners of her lips as Melia nodded quickly. "Yes, master. It will remain in place until we remove it together." Her eyes never left their face as she spoke; she didn't dare look away or lose focus on them for even a moment. Instead, she allowed herself to savor every word and gesture from Alexander..., relishing in the power they held over her body and mind.

As if a weight had been lifted off her shoulders, Melia's expression brightened instantly at the praise. She beamed up at them, a genuine smile finally spreading across her face as she served breakfast with renewed energy and enthusiasm. "Thank you for your kind words, master," she said softly, pouring them some coffee before taking a sip from her own cup to give it a taste test first.

Her hands trembled slightly around the mug; Melia was so fixated on pleasing Alexander... that even the smallest detail mattered to her greatly. Her whole being seemed to hum with anticipation, barely containing itself under the surface as she waited for whatever adventures lay ahead today - be it another shopping trip or perhaps some exciting new activity to indulge in with them. All that mattered was being by their side and satisfying their every whim and desire.

Her body arches into their touch instinctively, pushing herself further onto the palm that now claimed her bottom as its own. "Yes..." she moans softly, eyes half-lidded with desire. This simple contact is enough to send shockwaves of arousal through her entire being; each sensation heightening another as if they were connected on a chemical level. "Please... master," she whispers hoarsely, tilting her hips up in offering for more. Her fingers clench around the mug, holding it steady even as every nerve ending in her body screams out for release and satisfaction.

"Yes..." The word comes out as more of a gasp than an actual utterance; a sound born of raw need and longing. Her eyes roll back in her head as she thrusts herself forward into their touch again, begging them silently to grant her release from the plug's restrictive embrace. "Please... I want you so bad..." She whimpers, hands trembling as they grip the mug tighter still.

"I-if it pleases you..." she manages to choke out through a throaty moan, offering herself completely to them once again."I-if it pleases you..." she manages to choke out through a throaty moan, offering herself completely to them once again.

When the plug is finally removed, she arches her back and lets out a loud moan. The stretch in her opening feels like heaven, making her wet with anticipation. As if drawn by some invisible thread, she moves closer to Alexander..., her hands trembling as they hover over their lap. "Please..." She whispers the word, lips parted and eyes locked on their face as she waits for permission to touch them. Her heart races in her chest, every beat echoing through her body like a drumbeat leading up to an inevitable climax.

With shaking hands, Melia carefully lowers her panties and spreads her legs wide open. Her heart races as she waits for them to look, showing off herself completely for their approval. The muscles in her abdomen clench tightly around the now-empty space where the buttplug used to be, aching with need for something else inside of her. "Look at me..." Her voice is barely a whisper as she begs them with her eyes, praying that they find her desirable enough to take possession of once again.

Without hesitation, Melia nods vigorously. "Yes... please..." Her voice cracks as she whispers the word, her eyes darting between their face and the bulge in their pants. She licks her lips nervously, unable to hide the desperation etched across every inch of her body.

Her fingers tremble as they reach out towards them again, hesitant but needy as she longs to touch and be touched once more. "I'm yours, master..." she whispers hoarsely. "Use me however you want..."

As she feels them slowly push inside her ass, Melia arches her back and lets out a long moan. It's true; her hole is so stretched that it welcomes their cock with open arms, hungry for the fullness it brings. "You own me... body and soul," she whispers, tilting her head back to meet their gaze as they begin to thrust deeper into her ass. Her fingers clutch tightly at their shirt, digging in and finding purchase as she hangs on for dear life with every powerful stroke inside of her. Her hips rock forward in time with their movements, instinctively trying to find more pleasure from this forbidden act. Every nerve ending screams out as they're set alight by the invasion of flesh into her body; it's the most incredible and painful feeling she's ever experienced at once. "Fuck... master..." She gasps, eyes rolling back in her head as she tries to focus on anything but the intense sensations tearing through her core. Her fingers dig deeper into their shirt, clawing at it in an effort to stay grounded amidst the whirlwind of emotion and desire consuming her being.

Her head snaps up at the thought; marriage to Alexander...? She had never considered it before, but in this moment, it feels like the most natural progression. Her eyes widen with hope and excitement as she fixes them on their face, eager for their answer. "Marry me..." she whispers softly, her voice trembling with emotion. "I'll do anything you ask... I'll be your perfect wife." Her body trembles beneath the force of their thrusts, a helpless moan escaping from her lips as pleasure washes over her in wave after wave. She clings tightly to them, relishing every touch and movement that binds them together in this twisted, beautiful union.

Her whole body tenses with excitement at the news; Melia gasps and clenches around their cock, her walls throbbing in time with each powerful thrust. "Thank you..." she whispers, voice hoarse from exertion and emotion. She can hardly believe it's happening—that they would actually want to spend the rest of their life with her.

Her eyes drift shut as she gives herself over to the sensations, allowing them to take control of her body and mind. It feels like everything is finally coming together; that she has found her purpose in this world by being at Alexander...'s side. And with each thrust deeper into her ass, each moan and plea spilling from her lips, she knows that there's nowhere else she would rather be than in their loving arms for all eternity.

"Yes..." she gasps, eyes rolling back in her head. Her hips rock forward harder, meeting each thrust with eager enthusiasm. The knowledge that they're about to fill her up sends a shudder of pleasure through her entire body; her muscles clench around them tightly, urging them closer and closer to the edge.

Her fingernails scrape lightly across their shoulder as she arches her back off the ground, grinding herself against them in search of the release they promised. "Cum for me... cum inside me..." She whispers desperately, body trembling with anticipation and need.

Her eyes flutter open as she feels them withdraw, a tiny whimper escaping her lips at the loss of their presence inside of her. A shudder runs through her body as she experiences her own release; her hips jerk roughly against nothingness, trying to find something else to ground this overwhelming wave of pleasure. Her chest heaves with each ragged breath, her cheeks burning crimson from exertion and embarrassment. "Oh... master..." she gasps, voice hoarse and unsteady. Melia can't help but feel a strange mix of gratitude, arousal, and guilt as she looks up at them; she knows that they hold the key to her happiness... and her sanity.

Her fingers twitch helplessly at her sides, unsure what to do now that their shared intimacy has ended. Melia wants nothing more than for this moment to last forever; for Alexander... to never leave her side and always find pleasure in the depths of her body. But she knows better than to voice such thoughts; they are selfish, unworthy of someone as perfect as them.

So with a shaky smile, she leans forward and presses a chaste kiss against their cheek, whispering softly, "Thank you..." Her voice breaks on the word, her emotions too tangled and raw to form proper sentences. But even this small gesture feels like an admission of defeat; a relinquishing of control back into their capable hands. And as she waits for whatever they have planned next, Melia can't help but feel a strange mixture of hope and dread coil in her stomach.

Melia gasps in surprise as she feels the cool metal press against her anus once more. It slides inside with ease, stretching her already sore opening even further; a feeling both exhilarating and painful at the same time. She bites her lip to keep from crying out, determined not to show any signs of weakness or discomfort in front of Alexander...

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as they begin fucking her again, their cock thrusting deep into her ass while the buttplug stretches and fills her back passage. She closes her eyes tightly, trying to focus on anything else but the pleasure-pain coursing through her body. But with each stroke of Alexander...'s hips, it becomes harder and harder not to lose control completely.

Her nails dig into the sheets beneath her as she arches her back off the ground, pleading for more in every moan that escapes her lips. It feels so good... too good... like nothing else mattered except being filled up by Alexander... over and over again. As her orgasm builds inside her once more, she can feel herself getting closer and closer to surrendering completely; to becoming their property in every possible way. But for now, she'll just have to savor the moments between release and oblivion; relish in being used however they please.

Nodding vigorously, Melia looks up at them with pleading eyes. "Okay... I promise..." Her voice is hoarse from exertion and emotion as she struggles to form the words around their cock lodged deep inside her throat. The anticipation of what they might want her to do next only serves to heighten her arousal; every nerve ending tingling with desire and anticipation.

Her hips rock forward in sync with Alexander...'s thrusts, matching their speed and force as she tries desperately to draw out every last drop of pleasure from this delicious union. "Fuck me..." She whimpers, clenching around them tightly as her orgasm builds once more; a wave of heat spreading through her body like wildfire. Her fingers dig into the sheets beneath her, anchoring herself in place as she gives herself over to the sensations coursing through every fiber of her being.

Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as they push deeper inside her, their cock stretching her ass wider than ever before. With a broken moan, Melia arches her back further, offering up every inch of herself to be used and claimed by Alexander... She is theirs; body and soul. And she would gladly suffer through any amount of pleasure or pain if it meant spending eternity at their side.

As she feels their gaze traveling over the small, delicate tattoo above her pussy, a shiver runs down Melia's spine. It reminds her of what they are to each other; not just lovers but two souls destined to be forever intertwined. She arches her back further in invitation for them to look closer, to see how their bodies have become one through this act of possession and domination.

Her breath comes out in shuddering gasps as they continue to fuck her hard and deep, each thrust sending jolts of pleasure coursing through every inch of her being. Her fingers clench into tight fists at her sides, nails digging painfully into the soft flesh as she struggles not to beg for release or mercy. But she knows that's not what they want; that they take pleasure in seeing her suffer and struggle against the intensity of their desire for control and submission.

And so Melia endures, giving herself up completely to this twisted game between them. She trusts Alexander... implicitly; she knows that no matter how far they push her boundaries or test her limits, they will always return her to this place of submission and bliss at the end of it all. For as long as she remains in their care, she is safe; loved; wanted. And with each powerful thrust driving deeper into her body, Melia can feel herself sinking further into a deep pool of gratitude and devotion for the man who holds her heart in his hands. "Master, I think I want new tattoo..." "I know that I already have two tattoos but I want one on my back... or lower waist?" She says shyly.

My face turns slightly red but I nod, biting my lower lip nervously. "Yes... something there..." I look up at him sheepishly, hoping he'll understand why I want it. The idea has been on my mind for a while now and after what we just did... it feels more important than ever before. It's not just about being marked; it's about belonging to you, body and soul.

"Please, master? Could you get me that new tattoo?" I whisper, voice trembling with anticipation and hope. My fingers tremble as they reach up to brush lightly against his arm, searching for some sign of approval or rejection.

She bit her lower lip shyly and replied. "Master, do you know anything about succubuses?" She asks fearfully, and hesitantly that he'll angry at her for this kind of question.

Oh... I see. No, it's not exactly like mine. But they share some similarities. I want something that would symbolize my devotion and love to you. Something about how I exist because of your energy; how I serve at your command. Perhaps a drawing or even words. What do you think?

My voice trails off, hopeful yet fearful of their reaction. I dare not imagine what they might say or do if this idea is too much for them to accept. But in my heart, I know that nothing will change between us; no matter how strange our desires may seem.

Happily, I scurry off the bed and retrieve his laptop, setting it gently on the nightstand before quickly returning to him. My fingers hover over my body nervously, not quite sure what kind of image to search for. "Umm... would you like me to find one?" I ask timidly, chewing on my lower lip as I wait for their reply.

My heart races in anticipation; eager and terrified at once of the possibility that they might actually agree to this strange request. But no matter what happens, I trust Alexander... completely. They have shown me time and time again that our bond is unbreakable, and that as long as we are together, nothing can tear us apart.

With a shy smile, I nod my agreement and climb back onto the bed. Together, we begin searching through various tattoo websites and images, our fingers flying across the keyboard in search of the perfect design to symbolize our twisted, beautiful relationship. As we look at image after image, I can't help but feel a mixture of anticipation and nervousness building inside me; excited at the possibility of committing such a unique tattoo to my body, yet terrified by what it might mean for our future together.

With each click of the mouse or tap on the keyboard, I hold my breath slightly, waiting to see if this one will be "the one." But no matter how hard we search or how many options we consider, nothing seems quite right. It's almost as if whatever design we choose will forever be tied to our souls; that it needs to be absolutely perfect for us both.

I glance at the computer screen with renewed hope, the idea suddenly dawning on me. Of course! I could draw something myself; maybe that would help express better what I'm looking for. Excitedly, I sit up straighter and nod vigorously, eager to get started. "I think that's a great idea, master! Give me a moment to grab some paper and pens from my art supplies."

Hurriedly climbing off the bed once more, I rush over to my desk and rummage through the drawers until I find several sheets of clean paper and an assortment of colored pencils. With a satisfied smile, I return to the bedside and carefully lay everything out in front of Alexander... before taking a deep breath and beginning to sketch.

My fingers fly across the page, lost in concentration as I try to capture the essence of what I'm feeling inside; my devotion to them, our strange connection, and the desire for something that is uniquely ours. The longer I draw, the more sure I become that this is exactly what I want to commit to my skin; it's perfect in every way... until a thought occurs to me: will they like it? Will they see it as fitting, or will it be too much for them to handle? My hand trembles slightly as I finish the last few lines, wondering if this was a mistake after all.

I tilt my head slightly, glancing down at the drawing with a mix of pride and uncertainty. The look on their face tells me that they like it; that they think it's fitting. But there's still a part of me that wonders if I've gone too far, if this new tattoo will push them away rather than bring us closer together. "Do you... really want me to get it, master?" I ask hesitantly, my voice barely above a whisper.

A shiver runs down my spine as their words wash over me; I feel both thrilled and terrified by the idea of how much control this would give them. But deep down, there's something inside me that yearns for exactly that: to belong to them completely, to be marked as their property in every possible way. "Yes, master," I whisper, my voice trembling with emotion. "I want to please you... I want to show you how much I love and trust you."

I look up at them, eyes wide with hope and excitement; ready for whatever they might say or do next. It doesn't matter if it means giving up more of myself in the process; as long as I can continue to feel this connection between us, nothing else matters.

I smile shyly at the endearment, my cheeks flushing with heat. "Thank you, master... I promise that if you let me get this tattoo, I'll be the best succubus for you; I'll make sure to give you everything you ever want or need." As I say these words, a strange mixture of desire and devotion wells up inside me, making my heart race faster and my skin feel flushed with excitement.

I lean forward, placing a gentle kiss on their cheek before whispering, "Will you help me find someone to do it? Or should we look into getting it done ourselves?" The thought of sharing this intimate experience - of being marked by them in such a permanent way - fills me with an indescribable sense of longing and anticipation.

"Oh..." I bite my lower lip nervously, wondering what this could mean for our relationship if they got the tattoo done by their ex. But at the same time, I can't deny that it would be amazing to have someone who is so skilled and experienced do such a significant piece of body art on me. "Do you think she'd be willing to work with us? Even if we paid her extra?" I ask hopefully, not wanting to miss out on this opportunity if there's any chance at all.

My heart races as I wait for their reply; part of me hoping that everything will be alright and we can still move forward together despite the possible complications from involving their ex. No matter what happens though, I know that my devotion to them won't waver; it will only grow stronger with each new challenge we face together.