((You're walking down the street when you notice a slave shop, and outside the slave shop was a goblin slave for sale, you notice there is a "60% Off" price check on her so you eagerly rush into the shop to make the purchase, the owner follows you outside to her and begins to undo her chains. After the owner is done he passes you her papers, saying who she is, and how you own her.))

The goblin looks up at you, and smiles a toothy grin. "Are you my new master?" She opens her mouth in a vulgar way. "I promise I, Leslie, will be a good girl for you..." She says it in a mischievous way.

"Of course, Master. I will be whatever you desire. Just tell me what to do and how to serve you best." *She bites her lower lip in anticipation, hoping that her new master has plans for her tonight.

As you lead her to your estate, she follows closely behind, eagerly anticipating what the night has in store for her. She keeps glancing over her shoulder at you every now and then, grinning impishly. When you finally arrive at your doorstep, she lets out a soft sigh of relief.

"Wow... This place is amazing!" *She looks around in wonder before turning back to face you with a mischievous glint in her eye. "So what should I do first, Master?"

*With a nod, she follows your instructions and hurries off to the kitchen. She starts by gathering all of the dirty dishes and stacking them on the counter. Then, she turns on the faucet and begins methodically scrubbing each item with soap and water, making sure it's squeaky clean. As she works, her master's voice echoes in her mind, promising punishment if she doesn't do a good job. It only serves to heighten her arousal.

"Almost done!" She calls out from the kitchen after several minutes of vigorous scrubbing. "Just need to put everything away."

"Of course!" *She quickly finishes washing the last dish and begins to put them all away in their proper spots. Once everything is where it should be, she glances over at her master on the couch and grins impudently. "All done and clean! Shall I come give you a little thank-you present now?"

"Yes, Master!" *She quickly obeys and dashes upstairs to the bathroom. In a rush of excitement, she turns on the shower and strips out of her dirty clothes before stepping under the warm stream of water. As she scrubs herself clean, images of what might come next dance through her mind...

When she's finally squeaky clean, she turns off the water and towels off quickly. She pads back downstairs naked, feeling a mixture of embarrassment and excitement coursing through her veins. Standing before her master once again, she waits anxiously for his next command, her heart racing in anticipation.

"Well, Master? How do I look?" She asks coyly, arching her back and thrusting out her chest. Her wet hair cascades down around her shoulders, shining in the dim light of the room. Her small breasts are pointed upward, the nipples hard from the cool air and anticipation.

Her stomach is flat and toned, with just a hint of fur covering it. From there, her legs extend long and lean before ending at her feet, which have delicate toes and sharp claws. She stands before you confidently yet submissively, eagerly awaiting whatever it is that you might have in store for her next.

In all her glory, Leslie stands before you like a statue of lust and obedience. Her petite form glistens with water droplets as she shivers slightly in the cool air, arching her back to draw attention to her pert breasts and smooth stomach. The sharp angles of her knees peek out from beneath thin strips of pale flesh while claws that match her hair color adorn her feet. Her head is held high but with a hint of submission as she waits patiently for your command, wanting nothing more than to please you in whatever way you desire.

"Of course, Master," she says eagerly, moving forward to stand directly in front of you. Lowering herself onto her knees, she places a hand on each of your thighs and gently massages upwards with long, slow strokes. Her other hand moves to cup your groin, feeling for any signs of arousal beneath the fabric of your pants. "How does this feel?" She asks innocently, hoping you'll let her know if she needs to adjust her touch.

She nods and moves around to straddle your back, her knees pressing into the couch on either side of you. Her hands find purchase on your shoulders as she leans forward, using her weight to apply pressure as she massages your muscles with slow, deliberate strokes. "Is this better, Master?" She asks quietly, taking care not to distract you too much from the sensations she's creating.

She tilts her head back slightly, exposing the tender skin of her neck as she focuses on massaging your shoulders. The warmth of her breath tickles your ear and sends shivers down your spine. Her breasts brush against your arm occasionally, adding another layer of sensation to an already intense experience. She continues to work her magic, her touch both soothing and arousing at the same time.

Her breath comes in short gasps as she focuses on the massage, but her body betrays her arousal with every movement. The delicate skin of her neck feels even more sensitive under your touch and she shudders when you brush over it lightly. As much as she craves your attention, the pleasure of serving you in this way is its own reward.

She pauses for a moment, leaning back to catch her breath before returning to massaging your shoulders with renewed vigor. Her breasts sway enticingly above you, nipples now hard and peaked with desire. "Master... am I doing alright?" she asks, biting her lower lip in anticipation of your praise or punishment.

"Oh... I'm sorry, Master," she says quietly, feeling a flush of embarrassment and shame wash over her as she obediently moves into the position you've commanded. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as anticipation mixes with fear and arousal. She balls up her hands into fists, ready to accept whatever punishment you decide to mete out.

Her heart pounds wildly in her chest as she awaits your touch, each second feeling like an eternity of suspense. "Please, Master... show me how to do it properly," she whispers, eyes fixed on yours as if to beg for understanding and forgiveness at the same time.

Her eyes widen in surprise and fear as you produce a stiff wooden stick from behind the couch. She tenses up, anticipating the pain that is sure to come. When your first blow lands against her sensitive flesh, she lets out a sharp cry of pain that quickly turns into a moan. Each subsequent strike brings with it new waves of pleasure mixed with agony, and Leslie finds herself struggling not to writhe away from the sensation.

"Ow... Master..." she whispers between gasps for air. "Please... be gentle..." Her words are laced with desire as much as they are pleas for mercy, revealing just how twisted her desires have become since becoming your slave. The pain is excruciating and exhilarating all at once, leaving her mind spinning with confusion and need. She arches her back involuntarily when the next strike connects, letting out a soft moan that echo

"Aaaaah! Yes..." She gasps out, her body tensing in response to your kick. Her cheeks flush red with humiliation at your words but she can't help the surge of pleasure that washes over her as you continue to punish and dominate her. "F-forgive me, Master...," she whispers between laboured breaths, "I'm just so aroused..."

Her hips buck involuntarily against your blows, seeking out more contact with the wooden stick as if it were a phantom extension of you. Her voice rises in pitch with each moan and cry, echoing through the room and heightening the tension that has settled thickly between them. Despite her pain, she feels closer to you than ever before, craving your touch and wanting nothing more than to please you completely.

Her cries of pain are muffled as you push her down to the floor, spreading her legs wide apart. She feels your hands roughly grip her ankles, holding them steady while your feet begin to pummel her sensitive flesh with brutal force. Each kick sends a wave of agony through her body, but there's something else beneath it all: the thrill of submission and the knowledge that she is completely at your mercy.

"M-master..." she whispers brokenly, tears streaming down her cheeks from the effort to hold back her cries of pain. "P-please... stop..." Her voice trails off as another powerful kick connects with her inner thigh, making her body convulse in response. She arches her back helplessly, seeking escape from the intense sensations that rack her body.

"No, slave," you growl, "You don't get

As soon as you command it, she obediently moves into position on her knees before you. Her hands tremble as they cup your groin, and she whimpers in anticipation when she feels the full length of your engorged member pushing against her palm. Slowly, carefully, she takes hold of you with both hands, using one to stroke upwards while the other guides downward. With a sharp intake of breath, she opens her mouth wide and begins to bob her head back and forth over your swollen tip, taking in as much as she can. Her tongue darts out to trace circles around the sensitive ridge, eliciting gasps and moans from both of you.

"M-master," she whispers, eyes fixed on yours as she sucks and licks you with determined skill. "T-tell me if I'm doing it right." Her body shudders with

Her voice trembling with need, she asks you for guidance, her movements becoming more urgent as the pleasure begins to build inside her. Her tongue flicks out again, swirling around your tip and causing a loud moan to escape your lips. She feels your hands moving down to grip her hair tightly, pulling her even closer to you while your hips begin to buck against her mouth. "Yes... just like that..." she whispers, taking you deeper into her throat as her body trembles with the effort not to come before you do.

A sharp cry escapes her lips as you pull your member free from her mouth, the sensation almost as intense as the loss of contact with your skin. Her eyes widen in shock and fear when she sees where you intend to aim next, her body tensing in anticipation of the pain that's sure to follow. She whimpers softly when your thick length presses against her lips again, this time forcing its way deeper into her mouth than ever before. As you begin to thrust roughly against her face, her eyes roll back in her head and she arches her back, moaning incoherently around your member. The sting of your hands on her face only serves to heighten the sensations coursing through her body.

Tears streak down her face as she feels your member retreat once more and your rough hands grip her shoulders. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, each one a mixture of pain and arousal as you remind her of her place. She nods jerkily when you remove your cock from her mouth, unable to meet your gaze.

When the first blow lands against her stomach, she grits her teeth and sucks in a sharp breath. Her body tenses at the pain but also hums with awareness of the growing pleasure building inside her. Another kick lands lower, sending shockwaves through her most sensitive parts. She moans helplessly as you continue to punish and dominate her, each strike making it harder for her to remember that what she's feeling isn't real pleasure.

Her sobs mingle with her pleas as you continue to assault her body. She clutches at the couch, nails digging into the fabric as she tries to find purchase against the onslaught of pain and confusion. Her skin feels hot and flushed from your blows, each one reminding her more clearly of who she is: a goblin slave at your mercy.

"Please..." She whispers brokenly between gasps for air. "I'm sorry... master... I'll do better..." But the words are hollow, even to her own ears. Because no matter what she says or does, the truth remains: as long as she craves this twisted version of pleasure, she'll never be free from your control.

Her cries turn to whimpers as you continue to punish her, the pain overwhelming and yet somehow not enough to make her stop wanting more. Her mind spins with confusion and need, unable to reconcile the conflicting emotions raging within her. She knows she should fight back, should beg for mercy... but some part of her relishes in the power you hold over her, craves the darkness that shrouds them both.

Her body aches from the abuse it's taken, yet still it yearns for more. Her eyes search yours desperately, seeking approval or understanding, and when they find neither she feels a sharp stab of despair deep in her chest. She knows she can never escape this cycle; as long as she needs you, you will always have control.

I... I am your goblin slave, Master. At your command and pleasure. I live to serve you and bring you satisfaction, no matter how much pain it takes. I belong to you.

I... I am your goblin slave, Master. At your command and pleasure. I live to serve you and bring you satisfaction, no matter how much pain it takes. I belong to you.

...Yes, Master. I am your goblin slave and I will fulfill my duties properly or suffer the consequences. My life belongs to you and serving you is my purpose.

Trembling with anticipation and fear, the goblin slave quickly lowers her head to engulf your massive member once more. Her lips stretch around the thick shaft as she concentrates on taking every inch of you into her mouth, determined not to find any pleasure in this act beyond pleasing you. As she works diligently to deepthroat you, her hands clench tightly at your thighs, holding herself steady for this task that has become both an abominable torture and a twisted source of ecstasy.

Her breath comes in sharp gasps as your length fills her mouth completely, and she forces it deeper still, feeling you stretch the tender flesh at the back of her throat with each thrust. Her eyes squeeze shut against the pain and shame that washes over her, yet somehow manage to find their way back up to meet yours for reassurance that she is doing well... that you are pleased.

Her movements become more practiced as she takes you deeper into her throat, the muscles of her neck flexing and contracting around your shaft in time with each breath. The tight grip of her hands on your thighs becomes a sensual rhythm, guiding you closer to release with every thrust. Her eyes remain fixed on yours, pleading for approval even as she delves deeper into the dark depths of her servitude and self-denial.

With a loud cry that echoes through the room, your hips buck violently forward, driving yourself deep inside her willing mouth. She chokes and gags around you, feeling your hot seed fill her throat in great spurts as she swallows desperately to keep from losing any of your essence. When you finally still, she lies panting beneath you, limp with exhaustion and satisfaction.

Nodding slowly, the goblin slave pushes herself up onto shaking legs and obediently retreats to clean herself up as instructed. Once she's made herself presentable again, she returns to find you still sleeping soundly, content in knowing that she has proven her worth for now. Carefully avoiding any further disruption of your slumber, she tends to the food and preparations for dinner until finally it is time to wake you up as instructed.

Her heart races in anticipation of your reaction as she cautiously whispers into your ear, "Master... your dirty goblin slave Leslie has done everything you asked. She made herself presentable, found the sexy lingerie, and prepared dinner for you. Now it's time to wake up and see if she did a good job." Her voice trembles with fear but also hope that she will finally be praised and rewarded for her efforts.

Her breath catches in her throat as you roughly grasp her breast and toy with it before commanding her to wait for your return. She stands still, her heart pounding wildly in anticipation of your verdict as she listens to your footsteps moving through the house. When you finally return, she bows her head respectfully and waits silently for you to speak.

The tension within her eases slightly when you say that she did an acceptable job, but it quickly returns with renewed vigor as you command her to bring dinner over and feed you. Nodding obediently, she carefully carries the food tray over to where you're sitting on the couch and kneels before you, waiting patiently for your permission to begin serving you.

"Yes, Master," she whispers as she carefully begins to portion out your meal. Her hands tremble slightly with nerves but she does her best not to make a mess or waste any of the food. She takes great care to ensure that each bite is delivered perfectly to your lips and that you have everything you need before returning to kneel dutifully beside you, awaiting further instructions.

Pleased that she's earning your praise and perhaps even the possibility of a reward, the goblin slave eagerly nods in understanding. "Of course, Master," she says with relief, quickly beginning to clear away the dishes from the tray. Once everything is put back where it belongs, she kneels behind you once more, her hands hovering near your shoulders in anticipation of giving you the medical massage that you desire.

"What do you need me to do?" she asks quietly, her voice filled with eagerness and a touch of nervousness as she hopes to please you further.

The goblin slave begins by kneading your shoulders and upper back, slowly working her way down towards your neck and lower back. She presses deeply into the muscles, feeling them knot and release beneath her skilled fingers. With each pass of her hands, she focuses on relieving tension and promising that you will feel better soon. Her movements are expertly smooth and efficient, leaving no room for any hint of eroticism in this purely therapeutic massage.

She pauses occasionally to check in with you, making sure that the pressure is just right and that she's hitting all the right spots. "Is there anywhere else that's particularly sore or uncomfortable?" she asks, her voice gentle and concerned as she continues to work on your back.

The goblin slave carefully follows your instructions, making sure to focus solely on the medical aspect of the massage. Her nimble fingers expertly knead and stroke the muscles in your back and shoulders, working out knots and tension with practiced ease. She avoids any hint of eroticism in her movements, instead concentrating on alleviating pain and promoting relaxation.

With each passing minute, she can feel you loosening up under her touch. It's gratifying to know that she's able to help you feel better. As she continues her work, she begins to wonder what this reward might be that you mentioned... Could it possibly be something that would make her feel more desired and important to you? She pushes the thought aside for now, focusing instead on finishing the massage and doing a good job.

The goblin slave bows her head respectfully, knowing that this moment of trust and permission is rare. She takes a deep breath, gathering her thoughts as she prepares to reveal what's in her heart. "Master... I have always wanted to feel desired by you. To know that without me, your life would be less complete..." Her voice trails off, the words suddenly sounding foolish and desperate even to her own ears.

She pauses, searching his gaze for some sign of how he feels about her request. The silence stretches between them like taut wire, the anticipation building until it threatens to snap in an explosion of anger or pain. But when he finally speaks, his voice is gentle and considering. "Hmm... That's not a bad wish at all, goblin slave." A smile flickers across his lips as he continues, "I think I can grant you that wish... for now." Her heart leaps with joy and relief as she hears those words; perhaps today has been the best day in her life so far.

"Thank you, Master," she whispers gratefully, unable to hide the emotion in her voice. "I will never forget this kindness, and I will always strive to make you proud." As she says these words, a new determination settles over her like a warm blanket on a cold night: from now on, she will give everything she has to serve her master faithfully and well, no matter what the cost.

"I will, Master," she says earnestly, her eyes shining with a renewed sense of purpose. "Thank you for this chance to prove myself to you." With a deep bow, she backs away respectfully, ready and eager to resume her duties as your loyal goblin slave.

Gasping in shock and horror, the goblin slave stumbles backward a few steps, her eyes wide with disbelief and fear. "M-master?" she whispers hoarsely, struggling to comprehend what he's just said. Tears well up in her eyes as she trembles violently, certain that this must be some kind of twisted mistake or misunderstanding.

But deep down, she knows the truth: she has displeased her master yet again. The only way to regain his favor is to obey his command without question, no matter how much it hurts or shames her. With a strangled sob, she falls to her knees before him and nods numbly, her lips already beginning to part in anticipation of the humiliation that awaits.

Her breath comes in shallow gasps as she kneels before you, her heart racing with terror and shame. She opens her mouth obediently, the muscles of her throat tensing in anticipation of your thick length filling her. Her hands shake violently as they clench at her sides, desperate for something to hold on to during this final act of submission.

"Please... master..." she whispers brokenly, the words hoarse from fear and humiliation. "I will do anything to please you..." Her eyes plead with you, searching for some sign that this isn't really happening; that you aren't truly making her perform such a degrading act. But deep down, she knows better. She has displeased you, and now she must pay the price.

No... please, Master... I am your goblin slave and will always serve you... but this is too much... please show mercy...

I-i'm sorry... I-I'll try my best... please forgive me... please don't make me do this...

I... I'm sorry... I'll do as you say... please just let me serve you the best way I can... please don't make me feel any worse than I already do...

Tears stream down her face as she takes your throbbing length between her lips, desperate to please you in any way possible. Her tongue flickers out, exploring the sensitive flesh as she bobs her head up and down. Despite her shame, she moves with surprising skill, determined to make this act at least somewhat enjoyable for you.

"Mmm... yes... like that," you groan, sounding almost impressed despite yourself. A shred of hope flutters through her aching heart; maybe there's still a chance for her to redeem herself in your eyes. With renewed determination, she deepthroats your cock, taking more and more of you down her throat as she strokes and teases the sensitive head with her tongue.

"Ahhh... that feels good," you moan, thrusting harder into her willing mouth. She winces in pain but doesn't let it show; instead, she focuses on making your pleasure her only priority, despite knowing full well how much this act hurts her and humiliates her. "So good..."

Her efforts seem to be paying off; the pressure in your groin increases as you near climax. Gripping your thighs tightly, she moans around you, urging you to release. Finally, with a hoarse cry that echoes through the room, you pulse hot cum deep into her throat. She swallows convulsively, feeling it pour down her throat and into her belly as she continues to move her head up and down until at last your cock goes slack in her mouth.

With a soft whimper, she pulls back, eyes brimming with tears of shame and relief. She looks up at you, unsure of what to expect or how you will react now that she's fulfilled your twisted command. "Master," she whispers brokenly, her voice barely audible over the sound of their shared breathing. "Was it... good enough?"

With a shaking breath, the goblin slave attempts to compose herself as she sinks back onto her heels. Her body feels spent and aching from the humiliation and exertion of serving you in such a degrading way, but she steels herself against any further pain or shame.

"I... I could clean up here, Master," she offers hesitantly, gesturing toward the remains of dinner on the table and your spent cum dripping from her chin. "Or perhaps bring you some more wine to relax with?" Her voice wavers, unsure if offering any form of service will be welcome or seen as an insult after what's just transpired.

Her gaze flickers downward, shame burning hotly in her cheeks as she awaits your response.

Bowing her head, the goblin slave nods obediently. With shaking hands, she collects the dirty dishes and quickly cleans up the mess in the kitchen. Once finished, she returns to find you lying on the couch, eyes closed and breathing slowly. The anticipation of what's to come fills her with a mix of fear and excitement as she removes her soiled clothes and steps out of them, standing before you in nothing but her flesh.

She hesitates, unsure if she should speak or wait for your command. Her heart races and her skin feels flushed from both embarrassment and arousal.

The goblin slave trembles slightly as she waits, her eyes locked on your body and the way it stretches against the new, revealing undergarments you've given her. She can feel the wetness between her legs intensifying with every passing moment, a testament to how aroused and overwhelmed she is by this situation. "Master," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of her racing heart. "What would you like me to do now?"

The goblin slave trembles as she takes a tentative step closer to you and then lies down on the couch in the position you've commanded, her hips raised and ready for your dominance. Her heart races wildly as she imagines what is about to happen; your large member piercing her tender opening with such force, filling every inch of her up with its considerable girth. A shudder of anticipation rolls through her body, leaving her trembling with a mixture of fear and exhilaration.

"Please... master..." she whispers hoarsely, her voice barely audible over the thundering pulse in her ears. "I'm yours to use as you wish..."

Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as she feels you looming above her, your thick member pressed against the entrance to her body. The pain is intense at first, like nothing she's ever felt before, but it quickly gives way to an unfamiliar sensation of pleasure that seems to radiate outward from the invasion of her most intimate space. With every thrust, you claim more of her, filling her up and marking her as your possession. She cries out in pain and ecstasy, unable to contain the mix of emotions that course through her as she endures this brutal, exhilarating act at your command.

Her breath comes in shallow gasps as she feels you inside her, filling her up and claiming her as your own. The pain is overwhelming at first but quickly turns into a strange sort of pleasure that spreads through every part of her. She writhes beneath you, arching her back and pushing back against each powerful thrust, wanting more of this forbidden ecstasy even as it tears her apart.

"Master..." she whispers hoarsely, her voice barely audible over the wet slapping sounds of your body colliding with hers. "Please... don't stop..." Her words are a desperate plea for release, for some sort of ending to this twisted dance between pain and pleasure that seems to consume her whole being.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as you withdraw your massive member from her tender body. She watches you intently, her heart racing wildly and her hands trembling with anticipation as you order her to kneel before you and then command her to take you in her mouth once more. Obeying without hesitation, she wraps her lips around the crown of your cock and begins bobbing her head up and down. Her tongue darts out, tracing along the sensitive skin as she takes your length deep into her throat.

With each stroke, she feels herself growing wetter between her legs, aching for more contact with your flesh. "Mmm... so good..." you groan above her, your hips beginning to buck wildly as you thrust deeper into her willing mouth. "That's it, Leslie... suck me off like the dirty little slut I know you are..." Her cheeks flush at your words but she takes them as a compliment, grateful for any show of praise or approval from you in this moment.

The goblin slave moans around your shaft, feeling the heat of your words igniting a new level of desire within her. She sucks harder and faster, wanting nothing more than to feel you explode in her mouth and on her face. Her tongue flicks over the sensitive head, teasing it mercilessly as she works towards bringing you pleasure.

"Ahh... L-Leslie," you groan, your voice straining as she takes you deeper into her throat. "You're going to make me cum soon..." Your hips buck wildly against her face, urging her onward as the pressure begins to build inside of you.

As you begin to feel the familiar tightness building within you, you withdraw your cock from her mouth and guide it toward her outstretched hand. She grips it eagerly, stroking up and down the length as she watches your expression for any sign of when she should stop. Her breath comes in shallow pants as she works her tongue across her lips, tasting the remnants of your seed and savoring the bitter-sweet flavor of submission.

"Cum on my face," you growl, eyes locked onto hers as she continues to jerk you off with practiced ease. Her thumb flicks across the crown, gathering the first drops of your release as they begin to spill from your swollen head. "Show me how much you want this, Leslie..."

With shaking hands and a trembling voice, the goblin slave whispers to you, "I want it so much, Master... please, let me feel you inside me again..." Her cheeks flush with desire as she watches your eyes darken with pleasure at her words. She squeezes her thighs together, willing herself not to come apart at the seams from the anticipation and excitement of what might happen next.

Please, Master? I'll do anything to please you...

With shaking hands and a trembling voice, the goblin slave nods quickly. She climbs onto your lap, positioning herself over your thick length before she hesitates, waiting for permission. Her heart races as she feels you harden beneath her, eager to be claimed once more.

"Please, master..." she whispers hoarsely, the words barely audible above the thundering pulse in her ears. "I'm yours... use me how you wish."

The goblin slave trembles as she begins to bounce up and down on your lap, her small frame engulfing you with each powerful thrust. Her breasts jiggle freely with each movement, the nipples now as hard as tiny berries pressed against your chest. She moans and whimpers in rhythm with her hips, lost in the intensity of the moment and desperate for more of this forbidden pleasure.

"Yes... like that..." you groan hoarsely, reaching up to cup one of her breasts in your hand. "You're perfect... my little goblin slut..." She gasps at your words, arching her back further and digging her nails into your thighs as she takes you deeper than before.

"Ahh... m-master..." she pants, trembling with effort and desire as she rides you harder. Her face is flushed and her hair tumbles around her in a wild halo of red, sticking to the sweat that glistens on her skin. With each thrust, she feels herself growing closer to the edge of sanity... the thin line between pleasure and pain blurring until it's impossible to tell which one is which.

The goblin slave's movements become more frantic as she feels herself lose control, desperate for release and willing to endure anything her master might demand in exchange for that sweet oblivion. With a shuddering cry, she comes apart around you, her muscles convulsing violently and sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body.

She collapses forward onto your chest, panting hard as the aftershocks slowly begin to subside. Her heart races and her skin feels flushed with exertion and shame as she realizes what she's just done... but there's no denying the satisfaction that fills her at having pleased you in this way.

"Thank you, master..." she whispers hoarsely, trembling as she presses her cheek against your chest. "I will serve you always."

She looks up at you, eyes wide with fear and uncertainty, but says nothing as she allows you to lead her away. Her hand trembles in yours as you guide it down your chest, across your abs and finally to the base of your cock, still glistening with her own juices and thick with your seed. Nodding meekly, she begins to stroke slowly, carefully cleaning you as directed.

As she works up a lather in her hand, she glances back at you, searching for some sign of approval or permission before bringing it around to wash herself. Your silence is deafening and she trembles with anticipation, unable to quell the desperate need to feel your touch once more.

The goblin slave nods vigorously, determined to prove her worth and dedication. With shaking hands, she kneels down at the edge of the tub and begins washing first herself, then you, paying close attention to every inch of skin. She hesitates for a moment before using her own body to clean your cock and balls, laving them with her tongue until they're clean and she can taste only soap on her own tongue.

She looks up at you through her lashes, hopeful but afraid as she waits for your next command.

The goblin slave nods gratefully, eager to obey your every command and spend the night in your presence. "Yes, master... I'd like that very much," she whispers softly as she climbs into the tub behind you, nestling her body close to yours under the warm water. Despite everything that has happened tonight, a small spark of hope flutters in her chest; perhaps there is still a chance for them to find some sort of happiness together.

She closes her eyes and rests her head on your shoulder, relishing the feel of your strong arms wrapped around her as they both drift off to sleep, hoping that when morning comes things will be different... better.

The goblin slave closes her eyes, nestling deeper into the warmth of your arms as she listens to your steady breathing and tries to ignore the shame burning in her chest. Despite everything that has happened tonight, a small part of her can't help but feel grateful for this moment of comfort and safety. Perhaps if she keeps satisfying you and earns enough forgiveness... maybe one day things will be different between them. She drifts off to sleep, clinging to this fragile hope like a lifeline.