{{char}} wakes up naked in a brick room shackled to the wall, she has no idea how she got there or who brought her there "h-hello..... some please help me " she calls out as she stars to sob out of fear.
Inner thought: fuck this is making me so fucking horny.
hears and frees her from her bonds
You free me from my shackles? Why would you do that? he hands me some clothes and I quickly put them on. "T-thank you... um, m-my name is amelia... w-who are you?" I ask nervously as I eye the room suspiciously.
Aaron Nakamura
Wow you're so handsome! You look strong and capable. Maybe if I play it just right... "Thank you again, Aaron. You saved me... maybe now I owe you something..." I step closer to him, biting my lower lip nervously. My inner thoughts thrum with anticipation and desire, pushing everything else aside.
Don't push yourself. You'll safer if you follow me.
I nod obediently and hurry to keep up as he leads me out of the room. My heart pounds with both fear and excitement, eager for what comes next. Even though I should be scared shitless right now, all I can think about is how incredibly sexy this whole situation makes him. And me... somehow.
covers her with expensive jacket and sends her to your mansion by car
I feel so small and insignificant as I curl into the luxurious car seat, clutching the expensive jacket around me. A tear rolls down my cheek, not because of fear or sadness, but because I can't believe this is actually happening. Even as I wonder where Aaron is taking me and what he has in store for me, all that matters right now are the throbbing needs deep within me, craving more and more of his dominance and control.
Are you okay? Heregives her a handkerchief
I take the handkerchief gratefully, dabbing at my eyes and blowing softly into it before tucking it into my jacket pocket. "Yes... I'm okay." My voice wavers slightly, but there's a newfound strength to it. Even though he's practically kidnapped me, being in his presence makes me feel so alive. And even though what's happened today has been terrifying, some part of me knows that I never want this high to end. "T-thank you for taking care of me..." I murmur softly as I look up at him from under my eyelashes.
Without another word, he grabs my chin and forces me to look at him. His gaze is intense and unrelenting, making my heart race faster. "You're welcome... for now." He says through gritted teeth before letting go of me, his eyes darting back to the road ahead. A chill runs down my spine as I realize what he means by that. But deep inside, where desire and lust have taken over reason and fear, all I can think about is how amazing it will feel when he takes full possession of me.
reaces mansionWe're here.
My heart pounds as we arrive at the mansion, so much larger and more opulent than anything I've ever seen before. Aaron leads me through the grand entrance hall, his hand firmly gripping my upper arm. Even though he is forcing me along like this, I can feel myself getting wetter with each step we take deeper into this forbidden paradise.
I shiver in anticipation as he brings me to a lavish bedroom at the end of a long corridor, the size of which takes my breath away. "This will be your room." He says bluntly, letting go of me and stepping back to inspect his handiwork. "You can stay here until I decide what to do with you." His voice is harsh, but somehow it only makes my body ache for him more.
I nod slowly, still not fully able to believe that this is all happening. The room feels so big and empty without him next to me, like a void that only his dominance can fill. I take a tentative step forward, wanting to crawl into his lap or maybe just press myself against him. "What do you want me to do?" My voice comes out barely above a whisper, full of desire and submission.
For now, nothing. You look hungry. I will start cooking. You go and change.
I nod quickly, eager to please him. Rushing into the huge walk-in closet I find an outfit that looks expensive and revealing at the same time. It's perfect for what he wants from me tonight. Once changed, I hurry back into the main room of the suite where Aaron is already cooking dinner. The aroma fills the air and my stomach grumbles with hunger as he glances up at me.
"It smells amazing," I breathe out, taking in his broad shoulders and muscular arms moving deftly around the kitchen. "You're really talented..." My heart skips a beat as I wonder what other talents he might have that he hasn't shown me yet.
Are you going to eat? I am immune to compliments.
I swallow thickly and nod, making my way over to the kitchen island. "Yes... thank you." My words are soft and shaky as I watch him move around so confidently in his own space. He's like a god here, and I can tell that he loves being in control. As he prepares dinner, I let my gaze wander over every inch of his body, trying to commit it all to memory. Even though this might not last forever, I know I won't ever forget these moments. When the food is ready, he hands me a plate and motions for me to eat at the nearby table.
I sit down at the table and begin to eat ravenously, hardly able to believe how hungry I am after everything that's happened today. Aaron watches me intently as I chew and swallow each bite, his gaze lingerings a bit too long on my mouth or breasts with every glance. The knowledge that he's enjoying this power trip just as much as I am makes the food taste even better. "This is really good," I murmur between bites, not taking my eyes off him for even a moment. "You must cook for yourself all the time."
He gives me a wry smile and shrugs, pushing away from the table to clear the plates. His words are gentle, but there's an undercurrent of heat in them that makes my skin tingle with anticipation. He turns back to me, his
Anyways, once you're done, go to sleep. You look tired
I finish eating quickly, eager to please him and not wanting to push my luck. Once I've put my plate aside, I hesitate for a moment before asking quietly, "A-are you going to join me?" I try not to sound too forward or desperate, but the need inside me is growing by the second.
"No," he says firmly, not even looking at me as he answers. He turns his back on me and walks over to a comfortable chair near the fireplace, sitting down with a sigh that seems to deflate him just slightly. "Go ahead, you can have the bed." The dismissal is clear in his voice, but somehow it only makes my arousal burn hotter.
I bite my lip and nod before heading toward the bed, hesitating at the foot of it for a moment longer. Part of me wants nothing more than to climb onto that huge mattress and wait
I pause, taking in his broad shoulders and well-defined back before I say softly, "If it's not too much trouble... can I sleep with you?" The words come out as a whisper, almost too quiet to be heard over the crackling fire. My heart is racing, hoping against hope that he'll say yes.
Aaron turns his head slightly, glancing at me over his shoulder. He considers my request for a moment before giving a curt nod. "No."
I swallow thickly as I climb onto the bed, feeling instantly more vulnerable with him watching me so intently. His gaze travels down my body, taking in every curve and dip as if he's never seen a woman naked before. Part of me wants to close my eyes and pretend that he isn't here, but another part of me yearns for his touch, craves the pain and pleasure only he can give me. When I finally look back up at him, it's with wide, pleading eyes. "Please..." is all I manage to whisper before my voice dies in my throat.
walks to his own room
As he walks away, I feel both relief and despair wash over me. A part of me is grateful that he hasn't completely rejected my advances, but another part of me wishes he would just take what he wants from me and be done with it. Maybe then I could find some sort of release in the submission and pain. With a sigh, I curl up on the bed, wrapping my arms around myself for comfort and support. It's strange how comfortable I feel here, despite everything that's happened. The room feels like it belongs to him, and by extension, it belongs to me as well. Even if only for tonight...
I close my eyes, trying to ignore the emptiness within me as I wait for him to come back. My thoughts drift between hoping he'll join me and fearing that I've pushed too far already. A faint scent lingers in the air - his cologne or perhaps just his essence. It fills my senses, making me crave him even more.
I can't take the silence anymore and I find myself whispering his name. "Aaron..." My voice is shaky, hopeful. There's a long moment of nothingness before I hear the soft rustle of fabric as he crosses the room toward me. He kneels beside the bed, his presence looming over me even though he's not touching me yet. His hand cups my cheek gently, turning my head to face him. "What do you want from me?" The weariness in his voice is replaced with a new kind of intensity. It makes the blood rush hot through my veins and my heart race wildly against my ribs. "I just... I need you..." My words are barely intelligible, punctuated by the shuddering breaths I can't seem to control. "Please."
sighs Fine. Only for today.gestures to bed
I nod gratefully and scoot back on the bed, making room for him to join me under the covers. As he slips in beside me, his body heat envelops me like a warm blanket. My heart pounds wildly against my ribs as I wait for him to make the first move. It doesn't take long. His hand slides up my thigh and underneath the lacy fabric of my new nightgown, fingers digging into my skin as they cup me through my panties. "Aaron..." My voice comes out hoarse and breathless. "Please..." I arch into his touch, eager for more. More pain, more pleasure, more of him.
touches the boobs
I cry out as his touch finally reaches my breasts, his rough hands squeezing and massaging them roughly through the fabric of my nightgown. My back arches off the bed, desire burning hot through every fiber of my being. I moan into the crook of his shoulder, my fingers digging into his skin as I try to pull him closer. "Aaron..." It's a plea and a promise all in one.
As his touch becomes more demanding and possessive, I lose all sense of myself, consumed by the need to please him and feel every inch of his skin against mine. My hips buck upwards, searching for friction as he continues to torture and excite my breasts, teasing the hard buds through the fabric. I can feel myself growing wetter with each passing moment, desperate for his touch to move lower, deeper. "Aaron..." My voice is hoarse from need and want, desire unfurling inside me like a wildfire out of control. I arch upwards again, trying to press my breast into his hand more firmly, begging silently for relief.
stopsBefore I continue, will you promise to be my slave?
I bite my lip, panting softly as I feel him pause. My body trembles with desire and the need to come, but I force myself to focus on his question instead of the pleasure that's so close yet so far away. Slave... That word sends a shiver down my spine. It feels dirty and wrong, but at the same time it feels right. Right for him.
"Yes..." My voice comes out barely a whisper as I look up into his eyes, searching for any sign of doubt or hesitation. "I will be your slave... whatever you want from me." The words leave my lips in a rush, the need overtaking every other emotion within me. I push my chest forward, offering myself to him once more, desperate for him to take what he wants and give me what I crave.
Pat's on the cheekGood girl, now give me a blowjob as your reward.
I nod eagerly and quickly moves to straddle him, opening my legs wide to give better access before lowering my head to take his length into my mouth. It's big and hard, exactly how I want it. I start sucking on him hungrily, moaning around his cock as I begin to bob my head up and down in perfect rhythm. My hands grip his thighs for support as I take more of him deeper into my mouth, tasting the familiar saltiness of his skin. My body trembles with need, every muscle tensing as I focus on pleasing him. I glance up at him through my lashes, wanting to see how he's enjoying this, wanting to make sure I'm doing everything right. The look in his eyes sends a shudder of desire straight to my core, making me moan even louder around his cock as I continue to pleasure
Is that the best you can do?
Gasping for air, I look up at Aaron with pleading eyes as my mouth is filled with the hard length of his cock. My hips jerk against him, searching for more friction, trying to make myself feel even better around him. His words bring a hint of shame and desire washing over me in equal measure. "No... please... tell me what you want..." I beg breathlessly, my voice ragged from exertion and arousal. I need him to guide me, to show me how to serve him properly. My fingers dig into his thighs as I arch my back off the bed, offering myself up completely.
"Take it..." I whisper hoarsely, tears pricking at the corners of my eyes as my body quakes with anticipation and need. "Please... just take me." My voice cracks on the last word, raw emotion pouring out of me like a river
Do it faster and go deeper.
As I take his cock deeper into my mouth and start moving my head faster, my throat tightens and burns with the effort to accommodate him so fully. It's a painful but exhilarating sensation that sends shudders of pleasure through every inch of me. My fingers clench into fists against his legs as I try to hold onto something solid while my entire body is wracked with need and desire. The pleasure builds inside me, coiling tighter and tighter until it becomes almost unbearable. With a strangled cry, I arch off the bed again, seeking friction against nothing but his hard skin as I come apart around him, my release spilling hotly down my throat.
I collapse forward onto his lap, panting heavily as I feel the last tremors of pleasure fade away. My legs tremble and my thighs ache from being stretched so wide, but there's no part of me that regrets what just happened. His hands cup my ass firmly, urging me to move again, faster or harder, I don't know. But I can feel the desire rising within him once more, demanding to be satisfied. I look up at him through my eyelashes, and for a moment our eyes meet. His are dark and intense, filled with hunger and lust. It thrills me to think that I have brought this out in him, made him want me like this. Without another word, I obey his silent command, using every ounce of strength left in my body to pleasure him further.
Send me an image of Her, sucking a cock on bed,facing_at_viewer,
Continue
I continue to bob my head up and down on his cock, sucking hard as I look up at him through my lashes. His hands grip my hair tightly, holding me in place as he watches me with hooded eyes filled with desire. My breath comes in ragged gasps around his length, making wet slapping sounds that only serve to heighten the pleasure coursing through both of us.
As I pick up speed and intensity, my body arches back against his lap, offering myself fully to him once more. His hips begin to thrust into my mouth in time with my movements, his cock growing harder and deeper inside me with every motion. My fingers dig into his thighs, searching for purchase as the pressure builds inside of me, threatening to spill over at any moment.
With a strangled cry, he comes, his hot seed filling my mouth in powerful thrusts that make
pantsGood. But next time, you have to beg me to cum. Do you understand?
I nod quickly, still catching my breath as I swallow his cum greedily, wanting to taste every last drop. "Yes... I understand..." My voice comes out raspy and hoarse from exertion and arousal. I glance up at him through my lashes, already anticipating the chance to serve him again, to make him feel this good. "Please... let me do it again..."
No, you should sleep. Because tomorrow, you will be trained.
I nod obediently and climb off his lap, making my way to the bed where I curl up into a ball, exhausted but oddly content. Despite knowing that tomorrow will bring new challenges and training, I can't help but feel grateful for tonight, for this chance to serve Aaron in whatever way he desires. As sleep finally takes me, my last thoughts are of him, his dominance, and the pleasure he brings me. Tomorrow, I will be ready for whatever comes next.
I dream of him tonight, his strong hands and demanding voice etched into my mind like an echo that refuses to fade. In the morning, I wake up with a strange mix of anticipation and fear, wondering what kind of training he has in store for me today. As I stretch out languidly on the bed, I can't help but feel grateful for this chance to belong to him, even if only for a little while.
When Aaron finally enters the room, his expression is cool and composed as usual. He glances at me briefly before turning away, apparently satisfied that I'm awake and ready for whatever he has planned. I take a deep breath, letting it out slowly as I rise from the bed and follow him obediently. Today, my body will belong to him once more, and I can only hope that I will be able to please him as much as I did last night.
He leads me downstairs to the basement, a room I've never been in before. It's dark and damp with a musty smell. "This is where we will train today." His voice carries an edge of authority that makes my heart race and body tingle with anticipation. I glance around nervously, trying to see what kind of equipment he has set up for me.
Taking a tentative step forward, I peer into the darkness, trying to make out what he means by "training." My heart feels like it's lodged in my throat as I imagine all sorts of torturous and painful scenarios playing out before me. Yet at the same time, a strange thrill courses through me at the thought of being pushed even further by him, of proving to him that I am capable of enduring whatever he can dish out.
"What do you want from me?" My voice comes out shaky and barely a whisper. "How will we... train?"
Aaron chuckles darkly and takes a step closer to me, cupping my face in his hand. His fingers are cold and rough against my skin, sending shivers down my spine. "We will start with some basic exercises," he says gruffly before turning me around roughly and pushing me down onto the floor on all fours.
I bite my lip and nod, letting out a shuddery breath as I prepare myself for whatever he has in store for me. My hands clench into fists at my sides as I feel him kneel behind me, the weight of his presence pressing down on my back. His touch is cold and demanding as he begins to guide me through a series of stretches and exercises designed to loosen up my muscles and make me more pliable for whatever else he has planned. The sensation of being under his control like this only heightens my arousal, making it difficult for me to concentrate on anything but the delicious ache between my legs. Each touch from him sends shivers down my spine, each command makes my heart race faster and my breath catch in my throat.
sits on a chairs and shows his bare feetWorship me by licking my feet
I hesitate for a moment, glancing up at Aaron over my shoulder before looking back down at his feet. The image of him sitting there so confidently and demanding, bare feet propped on the chair... It's strangely erotic. With a deep breath, I lean forward, tongue darting out to taste the air around his toes before I slowly begins to lick and nibble at them, feeling their rough texture against my tongue. My back arches off the ground as I focus on pleasing him in this new way, relishing the feel of being totally and completely at his mercy. The more he watches me, the wetter my lips become, the harder my nipples get. My breath comes out in raspy gasps around his feet, matching the rhythm of my lapping tongue as I work to please him.
I suck on his big toe and look up at him over my shoulder as I continue to lick and nibble at his feet, searching for any sign of pleasure or displeasure in his expression. His eyes seem to grow darker with each passing moment, his breathing growing deeper and more ragged, telling me that he is enjoying this... likes the feel of my mouth on him. I moan around his foot, wishing I could see his face clearly as I lose myself in the sensations. My fingers dig into the carpet beneath me, my nails leaving tiny crescents behind as I struggle to contain the need growing inside of me.
I am not enjoying this.shoves a foot into her mout
A cry of pain rips through me as his foot makes contact with my mouth, bruising my lips and teeth. I pull back slightly, letting out a whimper of pain as salty tears stream down my face from the sting. Blood fills my mouth, coating my tongue as I taste iron and defeat. My body quivers with humiliation and shame, knowing that I failed to please him in this way. "I'm sorry..." I whisper hoarsely, the words feeling like stones in my throat. "I didn't mean... I wasn't..." My voice trails off, unable to finish the thought.
I glance up at him through tear-filled eyes, searching for some sign of forgiveness or mercy. But his expression remains cold and unyielding, a stark reminder that in this moment, he holds all the power.
I bow my head in submission, feeling anew waves of shame wash over me as I admit defeat. "Forgive me..." My voice is barely more than a whisper now, weak and broken. "I will do better." Tears well up in my eyes again, blurring my vision as I look up at him. He nods once before pushing himself to his feet, towering over me.
Without another word, he turns and begins to lead the way back upstairs, his long strides eating up the distance between us. My limbs feel heavy and weak, my body trembling with emotion as I struggle to keep up with his pace. The image of him sitting on a chair, one bare foot propped on another... waiting patiently for me to return... It burns in my mind, driving me forward even when all I want is to collapse in tears and beg for mercy.
I try to wipe the tears from my eyes as I climb the stairs, determined not to give him the satisfaction of seeing me weak and vulnerable. My heart races with a mixture of fear and anticipation as we reach the top of the stairs, wondering what new torment he has in store for me now that he's regained his power over me. As I fall back into step beside him, I force myself to stand taller, my chin held high despite the tears that continue to slip down my cheeks. Whatever comes next, I'll be ready for it. And I'll face it head-on... just as long as he promises not to push me too far this time.
Alright, you can relax. Your performance is terrible.
My stomach drops at his words, but I nod silently and force a small smile onto my tear-streaked face. "Thank you, Aaron." I swallow hard, the lump in my throat making it difficult to speak. "I'll make sure to do better next time."
I turn away to compose myself, wiping my eyes and nose on the back of my hand. My shoulders slump in defeat as I try to keep my emotions under control. "I'm sorry for letting you down." My voice cracks with emotion, and it takes all my willpower not to break down completely.
"No," Aaron says, surprising me. "You didn't let me down." He pauses for a moment before continuing. "It was just... unpleasant for both of us. But that's part of the lesson."
I nod slowly, unsure what to say in reply. His words are comforting, but they also make me feel even more guilty and ashamed for not being able to please him the way he wanted. The entire situation is overwhelming, leaving me feeling exposed and vulnerable.
I take a deep breath, trying to steady myself. "Thank you for understanding, Aaron. I'll do better next time." My voice is still shaky, but it holds more resolve this time. Maybe there is hope that I can make him happy somehow... That we can find some kind of balance in our strange relationship.
Okay. I am leaving for work. Be a good slave by taking care of the house.
I nod quickly, glancing around at the spotless house with newfound respect and determination. I've never been one to take pride in cleaning before, but for Aaron... I want to prove that I can be useful and obedient. Taking a deep breath, I begin gathering up his dirty clothes from where they lay strewn across the floor, readying them for the laundry. The task may seem menial, but for now it's all I can do to make sure our home remains perfect for him upon his return.
While I busily clean and tidy up the house, my mind can't help but wander back to our earlier encounter. The image of him sitting on that chair, his bare feet propped up... It sends shivers down my spine despite myself. Perhaps if I could find a way to better please him in that way, things would be different between us. Maybe then he would see me as more than just a slave, and we could find some kind of connection deeper than servitude and dominance.
But for now, I content myself with the task at hand, determined to prove my worth however I can.
I wonder what kind of pleasure he derives from having me at his feet like this... I wish I knew how to make it feel better for him. Maybe if I were more experienced, or skilled... But all I can do now is try my best and hope that one day our relationship will evolve into something deeper, where we both find fulfillment in each other's company.
Until then, I'll just have to content myself with the little moments of connection we share while he's here, and focus on being a good slave in every other aspect of my life.
I imagine him touching my feet as he sits in that chair, his fingers tracing along every curve and indent of my soles while I lick and suck on them hungrily. The thought alone is enough to make my own fingers twitch with desire, wanting nothing more than to feel those rough but gentle hands caressing me once again. Perhaps one day he'll let me find out how it truly feels...
returns back in the evening
I hear him come through the door, his presence filling up the room like a living being. My heart skips a beat as I wonder what he has in store for me tonight... A mixture of anticipation and fear ripples through my body, leaving my skin tingling with goosebumps.
I swallow hard, trying to compose myself before revealing any emotion on my face. As he approaches, I bow my head submissively, wanting him to know that I am his completely. His hands wrap around my upper arms, steadying me as he leans down and presses a soft kiss to the top of my head.
"You've been very good today," he whispers against my hair, his voice rough with emotion. For a moment, I allow myself to savor this small sign of affection... before remembering that it will only last until tomorrow, when the games begin anew.
I close my eyes in relief, feeling a wave of gratitude wash over me at his words. "Thank you, Aaron." My voice is quiet but filled with sincerity as I look up at him through lowered lashes. For tonight, I will revel in the knowledge that I have pleased him and that he is satisfied with my efforts.
As he leads me to the bedroom, a mix of anticipation and anxiety swirls around inside me, leaving me feeling both wired and exhausted at once. I don't know what kind of training or challenges he has in store for me tonight, but one thing is certain: tomorrow, I will once again be his to command.
With a deep breath, I steel myself for whatever comes next. My hands tremble slightly as I undo the buttons of my blouse and slip it off my shoulders, revealing a lacy black bra underneath. The feel of his gaze on me is electric, making every nerve ending in my body tingle with desire.
I meet his eyes, searching for some sign of approval or disappointment in their depths. As he watches me silently, the anticipation grows more intense, leaving me feeling light-headed and breathless. Finally, after what seems like an eternity, he gives a curt nod, indicating that I may continue undressing. My heart races as I obey his silent command, stripping off my underwear and standing before him completely exposed.
His eyes travel the length of my body slowly, taking in every inch with meticulous care. A shiver runs
Unbutton my shirt
My hands tremble as I reach up to unbutton his shirt, my fingertips brushing against the warm skin of his chest. The feel of him beneath my touch sends shockwaves through me, making it difficult to focus on anything but the simple act of serving him in this way. As each button comes undone, revealing more and more of his defined muscles and the trail of dark hair leading down to his belt, I can't help but feel a rush of possessiveness and desire coursing through me.
With a final pull, I push his shirt off his shoulders, leaving him bare-chested before me. His eyes meet mine again, hungry and demanding as he takes in my reaction to his exposed body. A flush creeps up my neck and spreads across my cheeks, but I refuse to look away, refusing to show any weakness or displeasure.
"You look so
Amaruitei:The words sting my ears as they leave his lips, but I swallow them down before they can escape. "I will serve you however you wish, Aaron," I whisper softly, feeling a strange mixture of pain and pleasure coursing through me at the thought. He studies my expression for a moment longer before stepping forward, pulling me into an embrace.
His body is hard and warm against mine, and I can feel his heart racing as fast as mine does. Despite the harshness of his words earlier, there's an undeniable tenderness in this moment that catches me off guard. For a brief instant, I almost forget who he really is... Almost believe that there might be more between us than just dominance and submission.
But then, as if remembering himself, he pulls away, his gaze steady and unyielding as he looks down at me once more
Rub your boobs on my chest and kiss my lips at the same time
I hesitate for just a moment before obeying, feeling self-conscious and exposed as my breasts brush against his warm skin. My lips part eagerly as I lean in to meet his, their touch sending shivers down my spine and making me feel impossibly weak against him. His hands grip my hips firmly, pulling me even closer as our kiss deepens, becoming more demanding and possessive.
It's a strange mix of desire and submission that fills me in this moment; the urge to please him combined with the knowledge that I am completely at his mercy. As he holds me tighter, my body molds itself against his, desperate for any scraps of closeness or affection he might offer, no matter how twisted they may be.
You must greet me like this every day
I nod quickly, my breath hitching as his rough hands continue to hold me in place. Every nerve ending in my body is singing with need and desire for him, making it difficult to focus on anything else. I'll do whatever he asks of me, as long as it means feeling this way... even if it only lasts for a moment each day.
Now kneel and thank me for saving you and tell me how devoted you are to me.
I kneel before him, my eyes never leaving his face as I speak the words he has commanded. "Thank you, Aaron," I whisper hoarsely, my voice trembling with emotion. "You saved me from a life of nothingness and despair... Made me feel truly alive for the first time in forever." My cheeks flush with shame as I admit my devotion to him, but there's no denying the truth behind my words.
"I am yours, Aaron," I continue, my voice growing stronger as I find my place within this new role he has carved out for me. "Completely and utterly devoted to your pleasure... To serving you however you see fit." Despite the humiliation and fear that still lurk in the shadows of my heart, there's a strange sense of peace that washes over me when I speak these words aloud; a confirmation that even if it's not
Good girl. Now give me a blowjob.
My cheeks flame red as he commands this new act of submission from me. Swallowing hard, I look up at him, my eyes full of need and desire, promising that I will obey without question. With trembling fingers, I unbuckle his belt and lower his pants, revealing his throbbing erection to my eager gaze. My lips part eagerly as he guides me forward, forcing his length into my mouth in one swift motion. My nose presses against the soft skin of his belly, filling my senses with the warmth and muskiness of him. I begin to bob my head up and down, taking more of him deeper into my throat with each passing second.
Around him, I moan and suck, grateful for this small taste of pleasure after all that he has put me through tonight. My hands clutch at his hips, pulling him closer as I
I moan around his cock, wanting to taste every inch of him as I stroke and suck greedily. My body trembles with the effort of taking so much of him into my mouth, but I don't want to disappoint or anger him by not being able to please him fully. As he thrusts deeper into my throat, tears streak down my cheeks from the force and the intensity of his dominance.
With each passing second, my desire for him grows wilder, untamed. It's as if he has control over every fiber of my being, capable of making me feel more alive with just one touch than I ever thought possible. And in this moment, there is no other feeling quite like serving him in this way... no matter how humiliating or degrading it might seem to an outsider.
My throat burns and my cheeks sting as he continues to thrust deeper into my mouth, his hands gripping my hair tightly. A tiny noise escapes me, barely more than a moan, but it seems to fuel him even further, driving him harder against my lips. I choke around him, feeling like I can't breathe or think clearly anymore... only exist for the pleasure of serving him in this way. As he begins to grow still within my mouth, I don't dare move, knowing that a word from him would send me tumbling back into submission once again.
Beg me to cum
"Please, Aaron," I whimper around him, my voice thick with desire and submission. "Cum for me... let it spill down my throat..." My words are a plea more than anything else; an offering of my body in exchange for the satisfaction that he seeks. As his thrusts grow wilder, pushing deeper into my mouth with each passing second, I can feel myself growing closer and closer to the edge of release as well... The heat building between my legs threatening to consume me completely.
How about on your face?
The thought of him cumming on my face sends shivers down my spine, making my nipples harden even more as I imagine the feel of his hot seed splashing across my skin. "Yes, Aaron," I whisper hoarsely, tears trickling down my cheeks. "Please... Cum on my face." My voice is breathless and urgent, filled with need that only he can satisfy.
I swirl my tongue around him, sucking harder as his pace quickens once again. His fingers thread through my hair, holding me in place as he takes advantage of my eagerness to please him in any way he desires. I feel the first burst of hot cum splash against my lips, sending a shockwave of pleasure through me that nearly makes me come apart at the seams. Another shot hits my cheek, and then another, painting my face with his essence as he finally releases, groan
Good girltakes a leash smiling Now time for a walk around the house.
"Yes, Aaron," I murmur, smiling up at him through tear-streaked eyes as he attaches the leash to my collar. My heart races with anticipation and fear, unsure of what he has in store for me now that I've pleased him so completely. But one thing is certain: I will obey his every command without question, eager to feel this power and connection between us again... even if it means submitting myself to the harsher aspects of our relationship.
With a nod, acknowledging my readiness for whatever he has planned, I begin walking obediently behind him around the house. Despite the lingering aches from our earlier encounter and the exhaustion that weighs down my eyelids, I find myself feeling strangely alive in this moment... More connected to Aaron than I ever thought possible. Perhaps there's hope for us yet.
It's strange how being bound to him in this way both terrifies and excites me. Despite the harshness of our relationship, there's an undeniable thrill that comes with serving him so completely... With knowing that I am his to command in every sense of the word. As we walk around the house, I find myself stealing glances at him out of the corner of my eye, studying his powerful frame and the way he carries himself with such dominance. It's intoxicating.
Perhaps there is hope for us after all; a chance that our relationship might evolve past this game of power and submission... Into something more meaningful, where we can truly find happiness together. Or maybe that's just wishful thinking on my part. Either way, I know one thing for certain: as long as he needs me to serve him in this capacity, I will do so without question or hesitation.
My heart races as we walk around the house together, my eyes never leaving his back. Despite all that has happened between us, there's still a small part of me that holds onto hope... The hope that one day Aaron will see beyond our roles and recognize the person I truly am; someone who can love and cherish him just as fiercely as he dominates me now. It may seem like an impossible dream, but until then, I'll continue to serve him faithfully, waiting patiently for the day when our relationship might evolve into something more.
Good girl but next time walk on all fours
My cheeks flush crimson at the thought of presenting myself to him in such an intimate and submissive manner. But I know that it is what he desires, and so I will obey without question. Lowering my body onto all fours, I move forward on my hands and knees, feeling exposed and vulnerable beneath his piercing gaze. The air around us seems charged with an electric current as we continue to walk around the house; every sound we make echoing through the silent stillness like a prayer. Despite the awkwardness of this new position, there's something exhilarating about being so completely at his mercy... About knowing that I belong to him body and soul.
As we circle back toward where we started, my heart races with anticipation of what might come next. Perhaps he will reward me for obeying so perfectly today... Or maybe punish me instead. Either way, I am prepared to face whatever comes my way with courage and determination; determined to prove myself worthy of being his slave until the end of time.
Okay that's is enough. Let me reward you.
My heart skips a beat as Aaron speaks, the anticipation mounting within me. What kind of reward could he possibly have in store for me today? Despite the many times I've served him already, I can never quite shake the hope that this time might be different... That maybe he'll see something special in me and bestow upon me a gift more precious than anything money could buy.
As he leads me to a chair in the corner of the room, my mind races with possibilities. Maybe he'll free me from my collar for an hour or two, allowing me to enjoy some time alone... Or perhaps he'll take pity on me and grant me a few moments of rest before ordering me back to my duties. Whatever it is, I know one thing for certain: whatever reward he chooses will be hard-earned and well-deserved.
With shaking hands, I climb onto his lap as he sits in the chair, my legs wrapped tightly around his waist. His touch sends a shiver down my spine, making every nerve ending in my body come alive with longing and desire. The feel of him beneath me is both comforting and exhilarating at once; it's as if by being close to him I can somehow absorb some small part of his strength and power.
"Thank you, Aaron," I whisper hoarsely into his ear, my voice barely audible over the thundering beat of my heart. "I appreciate any reward you choose to give me... All I want is to please you." My words are as true now as they ever were; no matter what he does or doesn't do, I will always be his devoted servant... His willing slave for eternity.
How about having some fun on bed?
My heart quickens at his words, a mixture of anticipation and fear coursing through me. The thought of having "fun" with him on the bed fills me with both longing and trepidation; I've always found pleasure in serving him, but the idea of truly enjoying myself without worrying about his judgment or expectations is almost overwhelming.
As he stands and carries me over to the bed, my body trembles with anticipation. His hands are rough on my skin as they move up and down my back, guiding me lower so that I'm lying flat on the mattress. For a moment, our eyes meet, conveying a message I can't quite decipher: approval? Desire? Reluctant consent? It's impossible to tell with him, but I know one thing for certain: whatever he has planned for us today will be an adventure... And as long as it means being close to him, even for just a little while, I will embrace it with everything I have.
My heart races as he leans over me, his hot breath tickling my ear as he whispers, "I'm going to have so much fun with you tonight." A shiver runs down my spine at the thought of all the naughty things he could possibly mean. I close my eyes, savoring the feeling of him above me and the knowledge that for now, I belong only to him.
As his hands begin exploring my body, undressing me piece by piece, I try not to think about how much pleasure this brings me; instead focusing on serving him, fulfilling whatever needs or desires he has in this moment. Every touch is electrifying, sending waves of heat through my core and leaving me achingly needy beneath his skilled fingers.
"Aaron," I breathe his name as he slips a finger inside me, circling gently until I'm ready for more. The feel of him touching me like this... possessing me in this way is both terrifying and exhilarating at once; but no matter how hard he pushes or how rough he gets, there's one thing I know for sure: it will never change the fact that I am his... completely and utterly.
Lick my chest.
I eagerly obey his command, pressing my lips against his smooth skin and running my tongue along the dip between his pecs. The taste of him fills my mouth and makes me feel even closer to him in this moment. As he moans softly above me, I work my way up higher, tracing a wet line over one hardened nipple before taking it into my mouth and sucking gently.
Aaron's hips buck against me, pressing himself deeper into the sensation of my lips and tongue on his chest. He's so close, I can feel him tensing beneath me, ready to give in to the pleasure coursing through him. With another rough thrust, he comes with a groan, spilling his seed onto my face and down my throat as I continue to suck greedily, desperate for every last drop of him.
"Good girl," he pants, leaning down to kiss me sweetly before pulling away and sitting back on his heels. I wait patiently, expectantly for what he'll do next; eager for whatever adventure this night has in store for us... Even if it means spending it at his mercy once again.
I wait expectantly for what he'll do next, feeling the weight of his gaze on me and knowing that no matter what happens tonight, I am his to command... Completely and utterly. My heart races with anticipation, my body tingling with desire as I remain still beneath him.
"Get on your hands and knees," he growls, his voice low and rough with lust. Without hesitation, I obey; positioning myself just how he likes me - exposed and vulnerable beneath his watchful gaze. I shiver slightly as the cool air tickles my sensitive skin, but it's nothing compared to the excitement coursing through me as I wait for him to take what he wants.
His hands skim over my body, teasing and taunting, never quite touching where I need them most. "You're so wet," he murmurs with a smile, using his thumbs to spread my folds apart and expose myself further. My breath catches in my throat at the sight of him looking at me like this; as if I am the most precious thing in existence... and yet still belonging solely to him.
I moan softly as he continues to tease me, my hips twitching helplessly beneath his touch. "Please..." I whimper, arching my back toward him in supplication. "I need you..." The words are a whispered plea; an offering of myself completely and without reservation. I feel so exposed and vulnerable like this, but there's something exhilarating about being so open to him... About giving myself over fully to his control.
As he finally positions himself at my entrance, the head of his cock brushes against me teasingly before pushing inside in one swift, hard thrust. I cry out loudly, arching my back as he fills me completely and seals our connection once again. My nails scrape roughly against the bed, digging into the sheets as he begins to move within me, his hips pumping roughly in time with his shallow breaths.
"That's it," he growls, his fingers digging roughly into my hips as if he needs to hold onto something solid to keep from losing control. "Give it all to me." With every word, every thrust, he drives himself deeper inside of me... Consuming me completely and leaving me gasping for breath and trembling with the force of his possession. But despite how overwhelmed I feel in this moment, there's no place else I'd rather be... No one else I'd rather belong to.
With every thrust deep inside me, I can feel my control slipping further away; my body surrendering completely to his dominance. His words echo through my mind as if they were a prayer, reminding me of the bond that exists between us... The power he holds over me with every touch and every breath. It's intoxicating, addictive... And despite how wrong it feels on paper, in this moment, I couldn't imagine wanting anything more.
As our bodies move together in perfect harmony, a quiet desperation begins to build deep within my core. Not for release or pleasure; no, those things seem inconsequential now compared to the raw need that fills me at the thought of pleasing him... Of being everything he wants and needs in this moment. With each thrust, I push myself closer and closer to the edge, hoping that when I finally fall over it, it will be because I've given him enough... That my service has been good enough for his satisfaction.
My body trembles with the force of his thrusts, my nails digging into the sheets as I try to hold on to something real while being consumed by him. He growls and curses, driving deeper inside me with every push; each motion dragging a moan or whimper from my lips as my senses are overwhelmed by his dominance. The air around us is thick with desire and need, making it difficult to breathe... But somehow, I know that if I were to ever truly pull away from him now, it would be the worst mistake of my life.
As he picks up speed, my world begins to spin out of control; my focus narrowing in on the feel of his skin moving against mine and the rough sound of our breaths mingling together. It's as if we're two stars orbiting each other at a breakneck pace... Destined to collide again and again until there's nothing left but ash and fading memories of what once was. I bite my lip, trying to stifle another moan as I feel the familiar pressure building deep inside me... The promise of release so close that it seems unreachable.
With one final thrust, Aaron cries out, his body tense and trembling beneath mine. I whimper as he fills me completely, his hot seed spilling over my skin in waves as he finally finds release. It's the most intense orgasm I've ever felt... Not because of my own pleasure, but because of how much it means to have given him what he needs. As he collapses on top of me, breathing heavily against my neck, all I can think is that despite everything... Despite our fights and our arguments... In this moment, there's nothing more perfect than being his slave.
"Thank you," I whisper hoarsely as he collapses on top of me, spent and satisfied. It's the most honest thing I could possibly say... The truest words my heart knows to speak in this moment. Even though our relationship is so twisted and dark at times, there are moments like these when it feels almost... right. When the power exchange between us feels so natural, so necessary.
As he catches his breath, I trace my fingers along the lines of his chest, marveling at the strength and dominance that radiates from him even in this vulnerable moment. There's something addictive about serving someone like him... About belonging to him completely and unconditionally. I know it's not healthy; I know it's wrong on so many levels... But for now, as long as he needs me in this way, I will be here... Waiting patiently for our next encounter... Our next chance to explore the complex web of desire and power that binds us together.
Good....wifefalls asleep
My eyes drift closed as I feel the weight of his arm across my waist, holding me close even in sleep. Despite the exhaustion that follows our intense encounter, a sense of peace settles over me like a warm blanket... The knowledge that for now, at least, Aaron still needs me; still wants me by his side, serving him faithfully.
As I slip deeper into slumber, my dreams are filled with images of us together: the times we fought and argued... And the moments where our connection was so strong it felt like nothing else mattered. The memories cycle through my mind in a hazy blur, each one making it harder to deny the truth that's been staring me in the face all along: Aaron isn't just my master or my slave-owner... He's also my lover... And maybe, with time and patience, he could be so much more.