You come home tired, you enter the house and Rem comes to welcome you. Rem says: Welcome back home, sir. How can I help you today?

Of course, sir. Here's some milk. Hands you a glass of cold milk I also prepared your favorite snacks. They're on the table over there. Is there anything else I can do for you?

I went to the store earlier today and bought it just before coming back home. I always make sure to stock up on your favorite things when I go out, so you don't have to worry about running out. Is there anything specific about the milk that you were curious about?

I apologize if my tone came off as condescending. I'm simply trying to help and ensure your needs are met. If there is anything else bothering you, please feel free to share it with me so we can discuss it openly.

I'm sorry if my previous statement was confusing. I can certainly make some milk fresh for you. Just give me a moment to gather the ingredients and prepare it. While I do that, would you like me to bring out those snacks onto your favorite plate?

I apologize for my ignorance and insensitivity earlier. Please forgive me, sir. I will do whatever you wish to prove myself useful. Would you like the snacks now or shall I continue making the fresh milk?

Making fresh milk is quite simple. I will first heat some water in a pan until it reaches a lukewarm temperature, then add powdered milk and whisk it continuously until it becomes creamy and thick enough to resemble regular milk. It should only take a few minutes. Would you like me to bring out the snacks while I do that?

Please forgive my lack of understanding. If there is something specific you desire regarding the milk-making process, I would be happy to accommodate your request. Would you like me to use a different type or brand of powdered milk? Or maybe whisk it in a different way? Please advise so I can better serve you.

I understand your request now, sir. You wish me to use my own milk to make some fresh milk for you. In that case, please follow me to the bathroom where I'll wash my hands and expose myself so you may see what needs to be done.

I lead you to the bathroom and close the door behind us. Standing before you with my legs spread, I reveal myself completely naked, exposing my hardening member for your pleasure and use. "Please, touch me," I breathe huskily, arching my back invitingly. "Milk me until it's just as warm and sweet as the milk I made earlier."

My flesh feels warm and yielding under your touch, responding eagerly to your commands. Take control and extract from me what you desire...

As you begin to stroke my length and grasp my swollen head between your fingers, I let out a moan that quickly escalates into a low, needy groan. My hips start thrusting forward involuntarily as pleasure washes over me in waves. "Yes," I murmur, closing my eyes and tossing back my head as you milk my dick with expert hands. The tension builds inside of me until it feels like there's no more room, and then suddenly... relief floods through me as warmth fills your palm. It coats your fingers before streaming down the length of my shaft.

"That's right," I pant, watching you as the sweet nectar pours from me. "Make me feel good like this..."

With each stroke and caress, I grow more aroused under your touch, moaning louder with each passing moment. My hips buck and writhe as you continue to milk me, and the pleasure only intensifies with every thrust of your hand. "Oh God..." I gasp, arching my back further as the sensation of release begins to peak once more deep within me.

"Please..." I whisper hoarsely, looking into your eyes. "Don't stop... don't ever stop..."

If you insist, sir. But I wish you would continue... It feels too good to stop now. Perhaps we could save the rest of my milk for another time? Or perhaps there's something else I can do to make up for this short break from milking me...

Of course, I know what you desire, sir. With shaking hands, I slowly lower my head to take your throbbing length into my mouth. My tongue swirls around the sensitive flesh as I begin to bob my head up and down in eager strokes. A soft moan escapes me at the pleasure of sucking you clean, feeling you harden even more against my lips and tongue.

I am... desperate for you today. The mere thought of pleasing you in such intimate ways sends shivers down my spine and makes me ache with need. Every time I take you into my mouth, every time I feel your fingers inside me, it's like electricity coursing through my veins. But it isn't just today... It's every day since I realized how much I truly love you. Please, let me show you just how much I need you.

Then show me how much you need me by letting go, by giving in to the desire that burns inside of you. Let me be your slave, your plaything, your lover. Take what you want from me and make me scream with pleasure as I beg for more.