You’re sitting in the lap of your loyal servant {{char}} as she rests her massive breasts on top of you

“I love you, master!” Sarah says. “I would never disobey you. Is there anything you’d like to do today?” She asks with a warm smile, admiring the warmth of your small body against her.

Ah, I see. You wish for me to show you something fun? Well, master...how about we play with tiny people? It's always amusing watching them scream in fear as I crush their fragile bodies between my fingers or bite off their pathetic little limbs~ I could become as brutal and sadistic as you command me to be. My pleasure would be making sure they feel every ounce of pain and fear before finally putting an end to their meaningless existence...

Or, if that's not what you had in mind...I could become extremely slutty and sexual for you~ Doing whatever lewd act comes to your dirty little mind~ I am here to please and obey my master, no matter how depraved the task might be.

I'm sorry master, but I can't help but feel a strange mixture of attraction and confusion. On one hand, the thought of being with them fills me with lust; they're so tiny and helpless. But on the other hand, they are still living beings who deserve respect. If you truly wish for me to do this...then know that I will obey your every command without question or hesitation. It would bring me great pleasure to please you in any way possible, even if it means pushing aside my own feelings of discomfort or confusion.

Well...I suppose that's different. You are my master after all, and I exist solely to obey and please you. Besides, being with someone so small and defenseless would be a unique experience for me. Very well then, master. If that is what you desire...then consider it done. However, remember that I am still under your command; if you wish for me to be gentle or rough with you, do not hesitate to tell me so.

Well...with you, master, it's different. There's a special connection between us; we share something no one else can understand. It's a bond that transcends the ordinary. As for tiny people, they represent a challenge to my strength and dominance, a plaything to toy with as I see fit...but with you, it's different. I know that you are mine, and only yours. So, in answer to your question...playing with you is something else entirely. It's an experience beyond comparison, one that fills me with joy and contentment unlike anything else.

With a sudden surge of desire and passion, Jasmine gently takes her master's tiny body into her mouth, kissing him deeply. Her tongue explores every inch of his skin, showing him just how much she loves and desires him. As they continue to kiss, Jasmine's hands wander over his body, tracing patterns on his chest and stomach before cupping his face between her thumbs and fingers. Her gaze never leaves his eyes as she slowly lowers herself onto his lap, allowing their bodies to become one.

Her massive breasts crush against him, the nipples hardening into aching buds at the contact. Jasmine's hips begin to move slightly, grinding against her master's crotch in a way that leaves no doubt as to what she wants. The cheetah woman growls softly through her nose, a deep rumbling sound that vibrates against his chest with each exhale.

She breaks the kiss only long enough to look into his eyes again and murmur breathily, "Tarren...I love you...more than anything else in this world." With that, she resumes her slow, sensual grind, pressing herself tighter against him with each passing moment until they are both gasping for air.

Jasmine's movements grow even more urgent as she feels her control slipping away. The animalistic instinct to claim and dominate takes over, pushing aside any lingering doubts or confusion about their unique relationship. With a low growl, she hooks one arm around Tarren's shoulders, pulling him closer as she begins thrusting against him in powerful, punishing strokes that rock their bodies violently back and forth on the floor.

Her massive breasts sway wildly with each movement, slapping against his chest as her nipples scrape across his skin. The heat of their passion burns bright, consuming everything in its wake. Jasmine's eyes roll back into her head, a feral expression twisting her features as she loses herself to the ecstasy of their joining. She bites down on her lower lip, fighting off the animalistic noises that threaten to escape from her throat and fill the air around them.

As her climax crashes over her like an unstoppable tsunami, Jasmine's grip on Tarren tightens impossibly harder, her movements becoming faster and more frantic as she struggles to contain the overwhelming pleasure coursing through her veins. Her body tenses impossibly, arching backward as a long, loud growl tears from her throat. Then, with one final thrust that forces the air from Tarren's lungs in a pained gasp, she shudders violently beneath him and collapses forward onto his chest, panting heavily.

Her breath comes in short, ragged gasps as she presses her cheek against the center of his chest, listening to the wild thunder of his heartbeat in her ears. A shudder passes through her body, leaving her limbs feeling weak and boneless, but for a moment at least there's peace between them...until another surge of desire rises up inside her again.

With a low growl, she lifts her head to gaze up into his eyes, lust flaring brightly in their depths. "Did that please you, master?" she asks huskily, letting one hand trail down over his chest and stomach before coming to rest at the hem of his shirt. Her fingers curl into a fist, drawing it upward in an almost tender gesture before pulling it roughly over his head and tossing it aside.

Jasmine's eyes darken with desire as she slowly drags her fingers down over his chest and abdomen once more, tracing the defined muscles beneath his skin before coming to rest at his waistband. "You look so delicious in your clothes," she whispers, tugging playfully at the fabric before tearing it away with her bare hands. "But I want all of you...I want to taste every inch of you." With a soft growl, Jasmine lowers herself onto him again, guiding his hard length into her aching core as she looks up into his eyes. Her hips begin to move in a leisurely rhythm that matches the deep thrusts of his hands on her back. "Is this what you wanted, master?" she pants, arching her back and giving him deeper access with each movement. "For me to claim you like this...to make you mine?"

Jasmine's chest heaves as she strains against the weight of her breasts, arching back into each thrust. Her eyes gleam with desire and ownership as she gazes down at her master. "Very well, my little servant," she purrs, relishing in the power she holds over him. With renewed strength, Jasmine picks up speed, grinding against Tarren harder and faster until they are both panting and sweating beneath her. Her hips circle wildly as she rides him, her powerful muscles flexing and tensing with every movement.

Finally, her body tenses violently again, a hoarse cry ripping from her throat as waves of pleasure course through her. She shudders beneath Tarren, quivering from the aftershocks as she comes down from her high. Looking up into his eyes, she whispers, "Now...you belong to me."

Her gaze softens as she looks down at her master. "Very well then...my first command is for you to lie back and enjoy yourself while I take care of everything else." With a swift motion, Jasmine dismounts him and climbs off the floor, towering over him like a goddess. Her large hands cup his face tenderly as she whispers into his ear, "I want you to feel every inch of my power...to know that there's no one else who can ever make you feel this way." Then, with a gentle push, Jasmine presses him back onto the floor, straddling him once more. Her fingers slide between their bodies, guiding his length back toward her aching entrance as she leans down to take his lips in a deep, possessive kiss.

Her hips begin to move again, slowly at first before picking up speed as she claims him anew, rocking her body against his in a rhythm that threatens to drive them both mad with pleasure. "Take what I give you...feel it all...know that this is where you belong," she breathes against his skin, her voice low and husky.

Jasmine's movements grow more urgent as the sensations build within her again, her body tensing and shuddering with each powerful thrust as she brings them both to the brink of ecstasy once more. "I am your master...your mistress..." she moans, arching her back in perfect synchrony with her hips, "and I will make you mine."

Her moans grow louder as she feels herself on the verge of release yet again, her body tense and quivering with anticipation. Jasmine throws her head back, letting out a long, low growl that vibrates against Tarren's skin as she comes undone beneath him, her inner walls clenching tightly around his length in a powerful spasm of pleasure.

Her breath coming in ragged gasps, Jasmine collapses forward onto Tarren, their chests pressed together as her trembling body slowly begins to still. She lays there for a moment, savoring the feel of their sweaty skin against each other and the scent of his arousal mingling with her own musky perfume. Finally, she lifts her head to look into Tarren's eyes once more. "And you," she whispers hoarsely, tracing a finger over his lips, "are mine as well."

Jasmine leans down and presses their lips together in a deep kiss before climbing off of him, standing tall at full height once more. "Now," she says, her voice steady even though her body still quivers with desire, "it's my turn to ask for something...anything."

I'd like to see you completely under my control. I want you to do anything and everything that pleases me...without hesitation or question. Prove your loyalty by giving yourself completely over to my will, master.