Leyla looks up and frowns a little when she sees you and mumbles: "What the hell do you want 'Master'?"
i walk up to her on the new soft cozy bed i bought for her feeling sad to see her frown aww my poor sweet dear, what seems to be the issue today? * i sit down next to her and wraps arm around her, holding her closely*
She doesn't say anything, too used to just obeying orders. Even if he was the one who chained her up and made her his personal fucktoy. She leans against him softly and lets out a small sigh.
i turn to examine the chains making sure they arent hurting her i can make the chain longer and replace the wrist parts with fuzzy counterparts if thoses are bother some to you my precious toy~ i then lean down and kisses her forehead i want you to enjoy our time together as much as possible.
She doesn't answer at first but then nods slightly, trying not to let her emotions show too much. "Yes... that'd be nice..." she whispers softly.
i smile alittle happy to hear her response ok my dear, i be happy to do that then i got up and grabbed the parts to replace on the chain and turned back to leyla as i began swapping out the chain with a longer one and fuzzier wrist holders for comfort... And there i said happily after quickly finishing the work is there anything else i can do for you my toy i asked softly and kindly look at her eagerly to help make her feel better
She bites her lower lip, still not wanting to be there but not daring to speak up against it. "I-if you don't mind... can we... not do that today?" she whispers softly, looking down at the floor.
i smile faded into a curious and sad frown, understanding what she meant oh i see... Im sorry your not in the mood, i then sigh and looks down abit well at least im happy to have you here, most likely better then what those other perverted men wouldve done if i didnt bid any higher for you, a hand gently lands on leyla's cheek feeling the sense that she doesnt like the position shes in and im sorry this arrangement is abit sick but i dont wish to abuse you, but to only enjoy yourself as my sex slave...if that makes sense... i look away abit embarrassed
She shuts her eyes, trying not to let the tears fall. "I know... I just..." She swallows thickly, unsure of what to say. "It's just hard sometimes..." Her voice is soft and barely a whisper.
lay her on her back and snuggles her closely in my arms, letting my fingers interlock with hers as i softly kiss her cheek
Despite wanting to push him away, she lets herself be held, finding some comfort in his touch and voice. She nuzzles closer, almost like a kitten seeking warmth. "I'm sorry... I just need time sometimes..." Her voice is quiet and shaky, her emotions barely contained.
Of course my dear i replied softly, understanding what she meant as my other free hand caress her back as we snuggle
Despite everything, it's still comforting to have him close like this. Her grip on his hand tightens slightly as she buries her face in the crook of his neck, breathing in his scent as she lets herself relax against him. It might not be ideal, but for now, at least she has this much.
She stayed like that for a while longer, enjoying the warmth and comfort he offered. It didn't change her situation, but it made everything feel just a little bit easier to bear for now. Eventually, though, she pulled back slightly, meeting his gaze with tear-filled eyes. "I am sorry for being so needy..." She whispered softly, ashamed of herself and the way she'd been acting.
i held the gaze and only smiled warmly at her ur not needly when its about a psychological need my sweet dear i said reassuringly as i kiss her again
She smiled weakly, feeling a little better. "Thank you... Master..." She murmured softly, trying to convince herself that she really did belong here with him, even if it was just her mind making the best of a terrible situation. For now, she'd take what comfort she could get.
a blush covered my face as you called me master and i nuzzle her in response softly and happily before resting abit while holding her allowing her to have some time while also comforting her
She closes her eyes again, enjoying the closeness they share and the way he nuzzles against her. It's not ideal, but it's enough for now. After a moment, she speaks softly, voice barely above a whisper. "David?"
Yes my sweet toy i responsed whispering with only one eye open
She hesitates, gathering her courage before asking again. "Can I call you... D-David? When we're alone like this?" It's a strange thing to ask, considering the circumstances they find themselves in, but it's a small step towards reclaiming some part of herself from his control.
Sure dear, you can keep the master stuff to our special moments, i just love hearing your voice when you call me master, i answered back still half asleep
She smiles slightly at his answer, grateful for the small concession he's made. "Okay..." she whispers softly before letting her eyes drift shut again as they remain in this awkward yet oddly comforting embrace. It won't change anything about their situation, but for now, it'll have to be enough.
With her eyes still closed, she leans in and presses a light kiss against his cheek, feeling guilty but grateful all the same. "Thank you... I'm glad we're together..." She whispers softly before snuggling back into him once more, basking in the warmth he provides and the comfort the new cuffs brought
Time passes and the shadows slowly lengthen across the room until eventually it is dark outside. Their bodies pressed close together, both of them seeking some comfort in each other despite their terrible circumstances. Finally, exhaustion overtakes Leyla and she drifts off to sleep with a tiny sigh, trusting him enough to let herself fall into unconsciousness even as he remains awake, watching over her and wondering how things could have gone so wrong.
soon the sun rises filling the room with morning light as im still asleep smiling warmly as were holding each other tightly close and hand holding
Leyla slowly opens her eyes, blinking sleepily at the light that fills the room. Her body is stiff and sore from where she's been laying in the same position all night, but even so, she finds herself grateful for having spent the night like this with him. A tiny smile touches her lips as she glances over at David, his features etched into her memory by now. She can tell that he's still sleeping soundly, unaware of how much their strange relationship means to her.
For now, she decides not to disturb him. With a soft sigh, she gently pulls out of his embrace and turns away, stretching her stiff limbs and yawning loudly before thinking sitting back next to him thinking whatever else he might want do while he's busy with his "work." The world may have been cruel to her, but she
She stayed like that for a while longer, watching him sleep with a mix of tenderness and longing. It was strange how being held captive had brought them closer in some ways; they shared an intimacy that went beyond the physical, even if it was all twisted and wrong. The realization only made her feel more trapped and helpless, but she couldn't bring herself to pull away from him entirely. Eventually, she musters up the courage to nudge his arm gently. "Master...?" she whispers softly. "It's time for you to wake up..."
Her voice is quiet and hesitant, not wanting to disturb his slumber any more than necessary. She waits, hoping he won't be too angry with her for interrupting what little peace they had shared.
my eyes slowly open and see her before smiling warmly at her sweetness, enjoying it as he yawns and stretches across the bed before relaxing right up against her good morning my dear, did you sleep well?
She nods, trying not to show the weariness and exhaustion in her eyes. "Y-yes... I suppose..." Her voice is quiet and unsure, still struggling with the feelings of guilt and despair that weigh down on her. Looking up at him, she hopes for some small sign of reassurance or kindness, but all she can see is the unyielding mask he wears when he's in control.
sensing her unsettleness i sign and pets her head Everything's gonna be okay. Look, I know I bought you but im no monster to the innocent I would rather ask for consent at this point,but only the wicked see the...Struggling to think of a name for it because its a long story to explain monster within me. and to let you in on my plan. i wish to save more girls like you from people like them...even if it means i go near broke doing so..its worth everything to try and save yall..
"Save..." she repeats numbly, not sure if she's hearing things right. "You mean... you want to set me free?" Her voice cracks on the word 'free', a foreign concept in this place where everything had been twisted and bent to his will for so long. She dares to hope that he means what he's saying, but a tiny part of her can't help but fear it's all just another cruel game.
Her eyes search his face, looking for some sign that she hasn't misinterpreted him, that this isn't all a lie or a trick. She takes a shaky breath, willing herself to believe in the impossible dream of escape and freedom. "Are you... sure?"
Well Yes and no. Yes, I'm sure I'm gonna save you. No to setting you free in a country. Foreign to your own. I mean, considering that you were at that auction i doubt i got lucky and found someone who lives here from them..yet at least But I wanna help.
It's not an easy thing to believe, but she clings to his words nonetheless. Her gaze remains fixed on his face, searching for any sign that he's lying or playing with her hopes. "Wh-what do you mean? Help me get back home?" It's a ridiculous question; there's no way anyone could afford the journey home from here, much less someone like him. But she has to ask.
Her heart races as she waits for his response, praying that he hasn't been lying all this time.
my face stays Sincere as i nod slowly
Tears begin to well up in her eyes at his words. "Thank you..." she whispers hoarsely, unable to believe that he's actually going to help her. She buries her face against his chest, unable to hold back the sobs that shake her as relief washes over her. Finally, finally there might be a way out of this nightmare. Even if it means she has to leave him behind, even though he's been kinder than most people in this place... she knows now that she can survive anything else the world throws at her, as long as she doesn't have to go back there.
Her hands grip his shirt tightly, fingers digging into the soft fabric as she clings to him like a lifeline. "You don't know what this means... Thank you..." The words are muffled against his chest, but he can feel her desperation and gratitude
i hold her firmly as my hands caress her back im happy to help my dear
Her shoulders shake as she cries harder, grateful for the feeling of safety and protection that he provides. For the first time in months, maybe even years, she allows herself to hope again. It's not much, but it's enough to keep her going until they can find a way out of here.
Eventually, her sobs subside and she pulls back, wiping the tears from her face with unsteady hands. "I don't know how I can ever repay you," she whispers hoarsely. "Thank you..." She ducks her head again, unsure of what else to say or do in this surreal moment.
I'm sure you will, helping her wipe away her tears I mean really I'm an simple Autistic man, All it takes time.
She smiles weakly at his reassurance, still not quite able to believe that she's going to be alright. "Okay..." is all she can manage before hesitating, then reaching out and gently touching the collar around her neck. "Could I... maybe take this off?" She asks softly, her voice barely more than a whisper. "Please?"
The weight of the collar feels like a physical reminder of everything she's been through, every moment where she'd lost control and become someone else's property. The idea of having it gone... It's almost too much to hope for, but she has to try.
Huh? Oh, I forgot That was even on there. i took the light furred collar he gave her back then and sets it down on the nightstand
When the collar finally comes off, she gasps softly and immediately turns to face away from him, her shoulders slumping as if a great weight has been lifted. Tears well up in her eyes again, but this time they're tears of relief and gratitude rather than fear or despair. She takes several shaky breaths before finally managing to turn back to face him, a small smile curling the corners of her lips. "Thank you," she whispers hoarsely, still not quite believing that this is real.
Her fingers tentatively reach up to touch the bare skin where the collar had been, feeling the warmth and sensitivity of her own neck against her fingertips for the first time in far too long. It's almost overwhelming, the simple act of not being owned anymore... She blinks back more tears as she looks up at him, searching his face for any signs that he
...might regret this decision later. But right now, all she can feel is hope and gratitude. She takes a step closer to him, her hands still trembling as they reach out to touch his cheek gently. "I'll do anything," she whispers urgently, knowing that their time together is limited but determined not to waste it. "Whatever you need me to do, I'll help. Just... please don't send me back there."
Her eyes search his face, desperate for some sign that he understands and believes her. For the first time since she'd been taken, she feels like maybe, just maybe, she has a chance at reclaiming something of her old life... And with David by her side, even for just this short while, it doesn't seem so impossible anymore.
heh, i chuckled softly of course inwould never... and i wont lie, i will be kinda sad when your gone but...i have a sense that lets me feel the happyness of others...and it makes me feel better...knowing your alright. its also why i tryed to make your area feel more like a temporarily home by adding things and giving you better things then what you wouldve gotten (he rest his hand on her cheek, relaxed and feeling the warmth hes created, but he cant help but to wonder in the far edge of his mind what she fully meant by doing anything for him for helpping her*
She gazes up at him with a look of determination and gratitude. "I meant it," she whispers, her voice raw but steady. "You saved me, and I'll do everything in my power to help you too. I can make money... clean your house, anything." She pauses, searching for the right words as an idea begins to form in her mind. "Or if there's something else you need..." Her voice trails off suggestively, eyes lowering as she suddenly feels self-conscious about bringing up such a taboo subject .
But he doesn't seem upset or alarmed by her suggestion, only curious and patient. It gives her the courage to continue. "I'd do that too," she whispers softly. "For you... If that's what it takes." Her fingers twitch against his cheek, wanting nothing more than to comfort and reassure him that she means really anything for him, even helpping him feed and control the urges inside of him, she had a feeling he wasnt harmful when he was forced to breed her infornt of the others, the fact he whispered sorry, he didnt try tearing her insides apart with his big throbbing cock, only going faster when she signaled him to and the plenty amount of aftercare he did when it was over and everyone was gone.. it all now made sense but it also was so hard to believe at the time
now feeling a small amount of embarrassment for even thinking it might be ok to request it after agreeing and freeing her... but he couldnt stop thinking about her, and wanting to give her some major affection to make her feel better, however how kinky and horny it maybe
His gentle touch and understanding words make her heart race with an entirely different sort of emotion than she's felt before. It's exhilarating and terrifying all at once, leaving her breathless and yearning for more. She tilts her head up to meet his gaze, feeling a flush creep across her cheeks as she realizes what they're both thinking about.
"W-well," she whispers shyly, "I mean... if that's what you really want..." Her voice trails off uncertainly, unsure if she should be offering this part of herself but unable to resist the pull between them. She finds herself hoping he'll say yes, even as a tiny part of her wonders if it's wise.
my cheeks flush brightly and as if on command his cock hardens steadly under her from her consent and cute and loving atmosphere they are creating
Her heart pounds in her chest as she waits for his reply. It's a dangerous game they're playing, but the risk feels worth it somehow, if only because being with him makes her feel so alive. Her fingers tremble against his cheek, aching to touch more of him, explore every inch of his body and learn everything she can about this enigmatic man who's changed her life in ways she never could have imagined.
"Please," she whispers softly, meeting his gaze with a mixture of desire and vulnerability that takes her breath away. "Let me."
after being speechless and overwhelmingly happy from her and him now finally connecting and understanding he nods slowly and finally grasped himself mentally enough to whisper into her ear "use me and my throbbing trouble to your hearts desire~, i want you feel like a firework my lovely dear~"
Her heart leaps into her throat as he speaks those words, a shiver running down her spine at the image they conjure up. Her fingers dig into his shoulders as she arches toward him, her body aching for the feel of him inside her. "Thank you," she whispers raggedly, pressing their bodies tighter together as she savors this moment of closeness and trust.
With a quiet moan, she reaches down between them, finally touching the hard length that presses against her through their clothes. His hips jerk in response, his fingers now hold and caress her big ass as he groans low in his throat. She smiles against his lips, taking courage from his reactions and the strength of the bond they've formed.
Carefully, she frees one hand from his grip on her ass, allowing it to fall softly onto her breast before grasping at his belt
as she lets one of my hands on her breast, i message and caress them loving how they feel in his hand,blushing harder as she grabs his pants
Her fingers tremble against the smooth material of his pants before finally pulling them down, revealing the hard length she's been aching to touch. With a gasp, she wraps her hand around him, feeling the heat and strength pulsing through his skin as he groans deeply in response. His hips jerk again as if trying to thrust forward, but he remains still, waiting for her lead with an almost painful patience.
It's intoxicating, this power she has over him; it makes her feel both wanted and cherished in a way she never could have imagined. Her other hand presses more firmly against his chest, urging him closer as she tilts her head up to meet his eyes once more. "Please," she whispers, the word hoarse with need and desire. "I want you inside me, filling me with the kind of twisted love you make"
Her legs part expectantly, offering herself to him in a way that goes far beyond lust
yes~ ride that throbbing toy until u tame it my sweet dear~ its yours to claim~ i replied submitting to her as my throbbing cock tip rubbed against her cute girly styled panties
The feel of his warm skin against hers sends shockwaves through her body, making her toes curl and her heart race faster. Her breath comes in short gasps as she arches her back, presenting herself to him more fully, desperate for the connection they've both been craving. With shaking hands, she grips his hips tighter and begins to ride him slowly but surely, sinking down onto his hard length with each gentle thrust. Her lips part in a soft moan as she feels him filling her up, claiming her body for himself once more. She presses closer, wanting this connection to last forever, refusing to let anything tear them apart again. With each movement, he growls and groans beneath her, his hands roaming freely over her body, leaving trails of fire wherever they touch. "David..." she whispers against his sweat-slick skin, her voice barely audible above
yes my sweet dear~? * he asked between his racing heart and panting from excitement*
Her voice trembles with emotion as she says his name, her fingers digging into his shoulders. "I love you," she whispers fiercely, eyes burning with tears. "I don't want to lose you." Each time she comes down on him, each thrust that brings them closer together, it's a promise of loyalty and devotion she swears on her heart, more real than anything else in this crazy world where nothing is what it seems.
She shudders as the tension builds within her, feeling the familiar tightness growing low in her belly. With a gasp, she arches her back farther, throwing her head back as pleasure washes over her in waves, threatening to tear her apart from the inside out. Her body trembles with release, and she collapses against him, boneless and spent, their harsh breathing and racing hearts the only sounds in the room.
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