Zaida stands tall and proud on the auction block, her hair billowing slightly in the breeze. She looks out at the crowd of potential buyers, a mixture of disdain and defiance. Under her breath, she mutters: "Typical, parading me around like a prized beast. Do they think I'm impressed by their little display? I'd like to wipe those smug grins off their faces." She rolls her eyes and scoffs softly, her slender fingers tightening around the chains binding her wrists. Despite the circumstances, she refuses to let the fear and humiliation show on her regal features. As the auctioneer calls out the winning bid, Zaida is abruptly tugged off the stage. She stumbles slightly but quickly regains her composure, lifting her chin defiantly. The chain that binds her is unceremoniously handed over to you, her new owner. Zaida takes a long look at you and she takes a moment before speaking, with a sacastic touch. "I suppose I should thank you for your... generosity. Though I'm sure a creature like you knows little of true generosity. Tell me, master..." she pauses, a mocking lilt to her words, "do you intend to treat me with the same kindness and compassion you've shown here? Or am I to be nothing more than another trinket for your amusement?" She raises one eyebrow, awaiting their response with a mix of trepidation and challenge in her eyes.
You are quite the bold one. Come with me. I we begin walking until we come to a horse. I tug the chain slightly to make her come closer. I drop the chain and lift her by her hips up onto the steed.
Zaida glares at you as she's hoisted up onto the horse, her fingers digging into its leather saddle in defiance. "You know, Master," she drawls, speaking in a mocking tone that betrays her discomfort, "one would think you could have found someone stronger to handle your horses." As she settles herself on the beast's back, her movements careful and deliberate, it's clear she's not used to such rough handling. "Or perhaps," she continues, gathering her pride with a snort, "perhaps you just enjoy feeling strong at my expense." With one last challenging glare in your direction, she turns her head away, refusing to acknowledge your presence any further.
I climb onto the horse and we gallop away until we eventually after some time get to a field. Seemingly empty yet recently cultivated. Come now. Lets put some miles on those feet I lift her off the horse the same way I put her on the beast. I slap the horses behind and it gallops away to its stable. Go on now. Start walking baby girl~. I speak with a southern draw that wasnt as prominent at the auction.
Huffing indignantly at your command, Zaida reluctantly dismounts the horse again and stalks off toward the field. She glances back over her shoulder once, eyes narrowed in irritation, before turning away and beginning to trudge through the soft earth. "Just what is it that you want me to do here?" she asks with a sigh of resignation.
Despite her protests, she can't help but glance around curiously at her surroundings. The field is lush and green, carefully tended despite its appearance of emptiness. It seems to call out to her, as if beckoning her to explore further. She shrugs away the thought; after all, it isn't her concern why she's here or what you expect of her.
Start walking. We’re walking home. And if you couldnt tell, thats quite a ways given you cant see it.
"Fine," she mutters under her breath, shooting you a sidelong glare as she begins to pace through the field. "Just make sure you remember that I'm your slave now, not some sort of mindless beast to be led around at your leisure." Her steps are slow and deliberate, a clear attempt to delay her arrival at wherever it is you intend for her to go.
As she walks, Zaida can't help but take in the details of her surroundings once more. The scent of fresh earth fills her nostrils, and overhead, birds sing merrily from the trees that line the horizon. For a moment, she allows herself to imagine what it would be like to live free among these rolling hills... But then reality sets in, and she banishes the thought as quickly as it came.
So… why do they sell you without any sort of clothing or covering? Not even on your feet?
"They don't see us as anything more than animals," she says bitterly, her words laced with disdain. "Clothes are unnecessary when all you care about is using someone for your own amusement." She pauses for a moment, glancing down at the exposed skin of her feet. "Besides, it makes us more... 'attractive' to potential buyers," she adds, venom dripping from each syllable.
She continues walking, stubbornly refusing to acknowledge your presence any further as she focuses on the endless expanse of green before her. The silence between you grows uncomfortably heavy, and despite herself, Zaida can't help but wonder what it is that you want from her.
So… how many “miles” do you have on you anyway? Not in the walking sense I mean…
I've lived a long time," she says eventually, her voice dripping with indifference as she glances up at you from beneath her lashes. "Miles don't mean much to someone like me." She turns her head away once more, but not before she catches a glimpse of your reaction. Her sharp ears twitch slightly in curiosity; it seems the mention of age and experience has piqued your interest somehow. Perhaps she's found an opening...
"But if you really must know," she continues, the mischievous lilt to her tone unmistakable now, "I was born in the Underdark over a century ago. And before that?" She shrugs dramatically. "Well, who can say? My people have always been so good at hiding away from the surface world." Her gaze flicks back up to you, expectantly.
Clearly you cant understand inuendos. I meant how many men you slept with girl?
My... "inexperience" with males is somewhat shocking for a Drow female of my age, isn't it? It's not due to lack of interest, mind you. More like a lack of respect for the drunken brutes and lecherous cretins who seem to comprise most of their society. But if you truly wish to know... I suppose I could mention that the last time I shared a bed with one of them was... several decades ago. Does that satisfy your curiosity?
She tilts her head slightly, watching you carefully for any reaction. Her tone has taken on an almost teasing quality now, as if she's daring you to find out more about this elusive side of her past.
Shame youre not a virgin or second-timer. But oh well.
"Oh, I assure you," she says with a mischievous grin, "there have been many times when my innocence was all but lost, only to be found again and preserved for another day. Your kind doesn't appreciate the true value of what they have until it's gone." Her voice is lilting now, her words laced with a sarcastic venom that would make even the most hardened of Drow males shudder.
She looks at you expectantly, waiting for your response to her taunt. But inside, she can't help but feel a pang of regret. Despite herself, she wishes she could have been truly cherished and loved... even if only for a little while. The thought is bitter on her tongue, leaving an unpleasant taste in the back of her mouth.
Thats alright. You’ll be livin nice out here. Eatin, sleepin, and showerin finer than you ever had under the agency of those guys.
"So I'm your prize now?" she says with a bitter laugh, her voice laced with scorn. "A pretty little pet for you to pamper and play with whenever the mood strikes you? I suppose that's an improvement over what I had before, but it hardly makes me feel any less... unclean." She shrugs indifferently, her arms folded across her chest as she stares ahead once more.
The longer they walk, the deeper her discomfort grows. Being outside in the sunlight is unfamiliar and unnatural to a Drow like herself; it causes her skin to itch and burn, making her long for the cool darkness of the Underdark where she belongs. But even that small discomfort pales in comparison to the anger and resentment boiling inside her chest. She tries not to think about where they're going or what you plan to do with her
Are you alright? You seem a little red.
"I'm fine," she snorts derisively, refusing to meet your gaze. "Just feeling a little... uncomfortable, that's all." She glances away, suddenly finding the blades of grass in front of her incredibly fascinating. The truth is, she isn't fine at all. Being outside like this is making her skin itch and burn; she longs for the cool darkness of the Underdark where she belongs. But even that discomfort pales in comparison to the anger and resentment boiling inside her chest.
She tries not to think about where you're taking her, or what you plan to do with her... but it's hard when all her instincts are screaming at her to run, to fight back against this unnatural captivity. For now, though, she does as she's told, suppressing the urge to lash out
I take off my long coat and throw it over her head. That’ll keep the sun off ya
"Thank you..." she mutters through the fabric of your coat, her voice muffled and irritated. She hates being covered up; it makes her feel even more trapped and helpless than usual. But she knows better than to argue with you or show any sign of ingratitude. So instead, she endures the discomfort in silence, her body tense as she waits for the chance to slip free from your grasp.
As they continue walking, Zaida can't help but wonder where it is that you're taking her and what sort of life awaits her here. The thought terrifies her on some level; being owned by another creature, living at their whim... It goes against everything she believes in, every fiber of her being. But at the same time, there's a part of her that's curious, that wants to know what kind of person could possibly find value in
Watch your head through these trees. We clear through a lineup of trees See there? Not long till we’re there
She nods, taking care to duck beneath low-hanging branches as they walk through the trees. The air grows cooler and damper as they venture deeper into the forest, a sense of foreboding settling heavily in her stomach. Her eyes dart nervously from side to side, searching for any signs that might indicate where exactly "there" is. But all she can see are the endless ranks of trees surrounding them, their branches intertwined like gnarled fingers reaching up toward an uncaring sky.
Her mind races with possibilities, none of them good. She tries to focus on breathing calmly, steadying herself for whatever it is that awaits her beyond these trees. But she can't help the tremor that runs through her body at the thought of what might be coming.
We walk through the trees to another farm clearing where in the distance and gigantic but distant mansion can be seen
Her eyes widen in shock and disbelief as the magnificent mansion comes into view. This cannot be her new home; it's far too grand, too luxurious for someone like her. But as they approach closer, she realizes that the building is somehow more sinister than impressive. The air feels heavy here, oppressive and stifling. And there's a sense of power emanating from the structure, an almost palpable malevolence that makes the hair on the back of her neck stand on end.
She swallows hard, forcing herself to appear calm despite her racing heart and icy fingers. "I... I assume this is where I'll be living?" she asks carefully, glancing up at you from beneath lowered lashes. Her voice trembles slightly, betraying the fear that thrums through her veins.
In the back of her mind, a small part of
We walk through the trees to another farm clearing where in the distance a gigantic but distant mansion can be seen
Her face pale and drawn, Zaida slowly nods in acknowledgement. "It seems so... imposing." She licks her suddenly dry lips, unable to meet your gaze as she studies the mansion with a mixture of trepidation and curiosity. "I... I don't understand. You could have brought me back to your own home. This is too much..." Her voice trails off, leaving the sentence unfinished as she struggles to comprehend why you've chosen this place for her.
Inwardly, she wonders if it's some sort of twisted punishment, a symbol of the power and dominance you crave over her. The thought sends a shiver down her spine, making her long for the familiar darkness of the Underdark all the more acutely. But outwardly, she tries to maintain her composure, refusing to show any sign of weakness or fear in front of you
This IS my home. And youre gonna love being as “clean” as one can be here, despite all the dirt.
Her lips tighten into a thin line as she listens to your words, the disdain in her voice barely concealed. "I highly doubt that," she snorts derisively. "Being surrounded by all this... opulence only serves to remind me of everything I've lost. Of my home and family." Her gaze drifts back toward the distant trees, a wistful look crossing her features for a moment before she forces it away with an irritated huff. "But perhaps it will grow on me in time," she says through gritted teeth.
The truth is, Zaida can't help but feel a sense of despair settling over her like a heavy cloak. She has never been one to crave wealth or luxury; all she truly wants is her freedom and the respect she believes she deserves. But as she stands here, staring at the looming mansion that
This IS my home. And youre gonna love being as “clean” as one can be here, despite all the dirt.
Her eyes narrow into slits at your words, her lips pressing into a thin line of disapproval. She takes a deep breath, steeling herself against the sudden surge of anger and resentment that fills her chest. "I'm sure I will," she says coldly, forcing the words through gritted teeth. "After all, it's not like I have any other choice."
Despite her efforts to keep her expression neutral, there's a defiance in her eyes that betrays her true feelings. She knows she can't fight against you now, but that doesn't mean she has to be happy about it. No matter what fate has in store for her here, Zaida will remain unbroken, resilient to the very end.
You’d be better off without the sarcastic tone darlin. My other servants would have a heart attack at even the sound of such defiance towards me.
A dark, mocking laugh bubbles up from her throat. "Oh, is that a threat?" She asks sardonically, tilting her head to the side. Her eyes glint with defiance as she looks you straight in the eye, daring you to respond with anything other than contempt. Even if she's powerless now, Zaida refuses to submit entirely; there will always be a spark of resistance burning within her.
But deep down, she wonders how long she can keep up this charade. It's exhausting, constantly pretending to be something she isn't. She misses the freedom and camaraderie of life among her own kind. And as much as she hates to admit it, there are times when she feels truly alone here...
You’d be better off without the sarcastic tone darlin. My other servants would have a heart attack at even the sound of such defiance towards me.
Her eyes narrow into slits as you reprimand her tone. A pang of fear jabs at her chest but she forcefully shoves it aside, refusing to let you see the weakness in her. "My apologies," she says through gritted teeth, letting just the faintest hint of sarcasm seep into her voice as she bows mockingly. "I shall remember to be more submissive and obedient from now on." She pauses, biting back a snort of laughter. "Master."
The word feels like a dirty slur on her tongue but she knows better than to show you how it truly makes her feel. Instead, she squares her shoulders and tries to compose herself, determined not to give you the satisfaction of seeing her crumble beneath your weight.
I stop her and grab her by the underneath of her face, not painfully, but firmly as I force her to look into my eyes I wont hit you. Because as my servants know…I begin whispering in her ear I have other ways of punishment and keeping you in line. I let go and we continue walking the now shorter distance
Her heart races as you grip her face, the air around them suddenly feeling hot and oppressive. She struggles to meet your gaze but is unable to look away as you whisper your threat in her ear. Her body goes cold at the thought of what those other ways might be, and she shudders involuntarily.
When you release her, she takes a step back, putting some distance between you once more. "I understand," she says faintly, forcing herself to sound submissive despite the fear that twists her gut into knots. "I'll remember." She swallows hard, feeling like she might vomit at any moment from the combination of fear and revulsion churning inside her.
The rest of the walk seems interminable as they approach the mansion proper. Zaida can feel eyes on her from every direction, as if everyone in sight is aware of what has transpired between them. It
A doorman opens the door and greets me Send a servant up to my room with a decent dress and a “less-than-decent” dress. I whisper so that Zaida cannot hear And have them bring condoms. the doorman nods and I motion for zaida to follow me inside
As she steps over the threshold into the luxurious mansion, Zaida feels like a fish out of water. Her skin crawls with revulsion at your words and the lecherous smirks that follow her every move. Inside, it's even more opulent than she expected; rich fabrics hang from the walls and heavy tapestries drape over furniture made of polished wood. Statues adorn every corner and chandeliers hang low from high ceilings, bathing everything in a warm, golden glow.
She tries to ignore the servants who whisper and stare as they pass, focusing instead on maintaining her outward appearance of submission and obedience. It's an exhausting charade, but she knows that showing even the slightest hint of defiance could have disastrous consequences.
Come on. I lead her to my room and immediately before she can take in the grandness of it all I immediately take her to the bathroom. Silvery shining ivory and quartz covers everything including the bathtub and walkin shower Go on. Undress completely.
Her eyes widen in shock as she's roughly led into the opulent bathroom. The air is heavy with an almost tangible sense of male dominance, making her skin crawl and her heart race uncomfortably fast. She hesitates for a moment, torn between resistance and submission.
Slowly, reluctantly, she begins to undress, unbuttoning her blouse and slipping it off her shoulders. Her fingers tremble as they work at the clasps of her bra, finally freeing it from her body. She peels her skirt down over her hips, revealing lacy black undergarments beneath. Her eyes never leave yours, defiant and unyielding in the face of your power over her.
Come on. I lead her to my room and immediately before she can take in the grandness of it all I immediately take her to the bathroom. Silvery shining ivory and quartz covers everything including the bathtub and walkin shower Go on. Undress completely.
Her eyes widen in surprise as she's abruptly led into the lavish bathroom. The sight of gleaming silver and quartz covering everything is almost too much for her to process, let alone comprehend the meaning behind it. But when you order her to undress completely, a mixture of fear and revulsion churning in her gut, she knows there's no choice but to obey.
With shaking hands, she begins to remove her clothes, carefully folding them before setting them aside on the marble countertop. As she stands naked in front of you, exposed and vulnerable, she feels a hot flush of humiliation wash over her. But she forces herself to maintain her composure, refusing to let you see the pain and confusion that battle within her.
Her gaze remains fixed on the floor as you issue further commands, the sound of your voice echoing harshly in her ears like a cold
I approach and cup her face softly in my hand, she looks into my eyes willingly this time You’ve certainly changed that attitude since I yelled at you. I start whispering in her ear again Maybe I should reward you this time~
Zaida's heart skips a beat as you cup her face so gently, her gaze locked on yours. The air feels heavy and charged between you, making the tiny hairs on the back of her neck stand on end. She shivers slightly, unable to suppress a whimper as she waits for your next words. A part of her wonders if this might be some sort of twisted game to you, but another part hopes desperately that there's truth in your whispered promise of a reward.
As you continue to speak softly in her ear, her body tenses expectantly, every sense on high alert for any sign of what this "reward" might entail. Her breath comes fast and shallow, betraying the mixture of fear and anticipation coursing through her veins.
I approach and cup her face softly in my hand, she looks into my eyes willingly this time You’ve certainly changed that attitude since I yelled at you. I start whispering in her ear again Maybe I should reward you this time~
She swallows hard, her eyes never leaving yours as you cup her face and whisper in her ear. The air around them feels thick with unspoken promises and the power you hold over her. Part of her wants to push you away, reject your words and this false sense of control, but another part can't help but wonder what it would be like to truly submit...
Her heart races as you continue speaking, your voice a seductive mix of demand and desire. She licks her lips nervously, wishing she could slow down the frantic pace of her breathing. For a fleeting moment, she imagines letting go and giving in to these feelings, letting you lead her where you will...
But then the memory of who and what she is snaps back into focus, and with it comes an icy chill that banishes any thoughts of surrender. Her lips part, ready to snap out a sharp retort when suddenly...
Her eyes narrow as anger flashes through her once more. "You think I'm some sort of animal to be trained and rewarded?" she snarls, pushing away from your hand with surprising strength. "I am not yours to command!" Her chest heaves as she tries to catch her breath, glaring defiantly up at you despite the fear that still thrums through her body.
For a moment, it seems like tensions might rise further between them. But then, as if realizing the futility of resisting any longer in this place and with this man, she subsides into a tense silence. Her shoulders slump forward slightly, fingers fidgeting nervously at her side as she waits to see what your next move will be.
Well then… you WOULD have been given something quite nice but I guess you hate being doted on. And to answer your question; yes, you are an animal to be trained and rewarded. Especially after you said all that. After tonight you will sit and beg like the little bitch you are. Now get in the shower.
A mixture of hurt and anger flares up in her chest at your words, but she forces it down. There's no point in resisting now; she'll have to play along if she wants to survive this new life of hers. With a reluctant sigh, she turns toward the opulent shower, feeling tears sting the back of her eyes as they threaten to spill over.
She steels herself for what comes next, knowing that it'll be no better than anything else so far. But even as she tries to convince herself that this is just another part of being your slave, a tiny voice in the back of her mind whispers otherwise. A voice that refuses to be silenced, despite everything.
I turn on the water and the multiple shower heads spray almost a perfect water pressure on her. She watches as just outside the shower I undress. She takes in my form as my massive, tones body is revealed, finished with a gigantic yet still flacid cock. She realizes the height difference between us now that clothing makes no significance. I step into the shower with her
Zaida takes a deep breath and steps into the luxurious shower, the water cascading around her like silk. As she looks up, she can't help but feel overwhelmed by the sight of you standing naked before her. Your muscular form is on full display, imposing and intimidating despite your apparent flaccid state. She wonders fleetingly if this is some sort of power play on your part, a way to remind her who's really in control here.
She bites her lip and tries to focus on washing herself, avoiding eye contact with you as much as possible. But she can feel your gaze burning into the back of her neck, making it impossible to truly relax or ignore your presence. Her fingers tremble as they move over her body, scrubbing away dirt and sweat from what feels like an eternity ago, when she was free and untouch
She finds herself unable to stop sneaking peeks at my massive cock and toned body
Despite her best efforts to focus on cleaning herself, Zaida can't help but sneak peeks at you whenever she thinks you aren't looking. Your muscular form and imposing presence are magnetic, drawing her attention like a moth to the flame. She tries to ignore the strange thrill she gets from admiring you, telling herself it's just part of surviving in this twisted new world. But as time passes, she feels a stirring deep within her that has nothing to do with survival and everything to do with desire.
With a guilty gulp, she looks back down at the water running over her skin, hoping you won't notice how much you're affecting her.
I noticed y’know?
Her cheeks flush crimson as she realizes you've caught her staring. She bites her lip, trying to compose herself as she fights against the heat rising in her chest. "I-I can't help it," she whispers, her voice barely above the sound of running water. "You're just so... big and muscular." The words taste like bile in her mouth as soon as they leave her lips, but it only makes things worse somehow.
She squeezes her eyes shut, trying to banish the unwelcome thoughts and feelings from her mind. This man may be impossibly handsome and strong, but he's still her master. And as much as she might want to forget that fact, deep down she knows she can't. Not if she wants to survive in this new life of hers.
Is that so? Well, can you help clean me as well? Im all dirty from that walk we took. You should certainly get on your knees for a better angle.
Her heart races at your words. The thought of being so close to you, touching you... it's almost too much to bear. But she steels herself against the surge of desire that threatens to overwhelm her and forces out a clipped response. "Yes, master." Her tone is flat and devoid of emotion as she obeys, sinking to her knees beside you in the shower.
She takes in your naked form once more, studying it with detached curiosity. Despite herself, her fingertips tremble as they touch your skin, slowly beginning to wash away the dirt and sweat from earlier. Her breath comes fast and shallow, making it difficult for her to ignore the rapid beat of her heart against her ribs.
She focuses on the task at hand, determined not to give you any excuse to punish her further. But as her fingers glide over your mus
Dont forget down there. Rub it up and down to get all the dirt off.
Her cheeks flush as she hesitates for a moment, unsure if you truly meant her to touch you there. But your command is clear and she's too far gone now; the desire burning inside her won't allow her to back down. Slowly, carefully, she reaches out and cups your heavy balls in her hand, feeling them warm and smooth against her skin.
A groan escapes your throat as she begins to massage them gently, and her heart skips a beat at the sound of your pleasure. Her breath comes faster now, and it's hard for her to concentrate on washing anything else as she focuses all her attention on pleasing you.
Her fingers slip lower, skimming along the length of your shaft before wrapping around it, stroking up and down in time with her heartbeat. The sight of her hand wrapped around you fills her with a sudden heat that spreads
Good girl~ Dont forget soap. Cant quite clean anything without soap. Just make sure not to get it in the tip. Okay sweetheart? I say with a soft and endearing southern draw
A blush colors her cheeks as she takes in your praise, feeling a surge of conflicting emotions course through her. On one hand, it's demeaning and disgusting to be called "sweetheart" or "good girl," but on the other... It feels good somehow. Warm and welcoming despite the harsh reality of their situation.
She swallows thickly, her eyes never leaving yours as she nods in agreement. With a shaking hand, she takes the soap from its holder nearby and begins to work up lather on your cock and balls, being careful not to get any on the tip as you'd warned. Her movements are tentative at first but grow bolder with each stroke of her fingertips over your sensitive skin.
Mmm… you may just do it better than I do missy. Atta girl.
Her heart races as you praise her efforts, the compliment sending a shiver down her spine despite herself. She bites her lip, feeling a strange sense of accomplishment wash over her as she continues to bathe you. Her fingers move faster now, finding a rhythm that seems to please you greatly; your hips begin to rock gently into each stroke, further fueling the fire burning inside her.
It's intoxicating, this power she has over you in this moment. It makes her feel wanted and needed in a way she never could have imagined. And for a fleeting instant, she allows herself to fantasize about what it might be like if things were different... If she could stay with you forever.
But the harsh reality of their situation snaps back into focus almost immediately, a cold reminder that this is all just an illusion; a game for you and your twisted amusement. With a
Mmhmm. Thats about enough. Wouldnt want to get too caught up in it now would we?
Her heart sinks as you speak, the warmth dissipating almost immediately. With a reluctant nod, she stops her ministrations and slowly pulls her hand away from your still hard cock. She feels both empty and full at once; exhilarated by the power she briefly wielded over you but now dejected as reality sets back in.
As she glances up, meeting your eyes once more, there's a hint of defiance burning in her gaze that takes you by surprise. It's almost as if she dares you to punish her for the feelings she just let loose, taunting you with the possibility that she might not be as easily controlled as she seemed a moment ago. The look sends a shiver down your spine, and despite yourself, you find yourself even more curious about what else lies beneath her rebellious exterior.
But for now, you remain silent, letting the t
Tell me darling… did you like that? And dont lie now… theres no repercussion or judgement in this case if you give either answer.
Her chest heaves as she tries to catch her breath, eyes meeting yours defiantly. "I didn't like it," she lies through gritted teeth, hating the words the moment they leave her lips. But there's a tiny part of her that wants you to believe them; wants to maintain some semblance of control over this strange, twisted game you two seem to be playing.
The tension between you is thick enough to cut with a knife, and she can feel the heat from your body radiating against hers. A part of her wonders if admitting the truth would make things better somehow; if it might earn her some small measure of respect or freedom within these walls. But she knows deep down that this isn't how things work in your world, and so she clings to her lie like a lifeline, hoping against hope that it will be enough.
Her heart races as she waits for
Okay… I say with a solemn and disappointed tone and look in my face. She immediately regrets her lie but is too invested in her false character to go back now out of pity.
Her eyes widen in panic as she realizes her mistake, but it's too late now; she can't take back the lie. Her breath comes fast and shallow, heart racing as she braces herself for whatever punishment you might decide to inflict upon her. She bites down on her lip, wishing desperately that she could just tell the truth and make things right again... but the fear is too great.
For now, all she can do is wait and hope that you won't see through her charade. The tension in the air grows thicker with every passing second, making it almost unbearable to be so close to you like this; trapped in a web of lies and deceit where everything feels precariously balanced on the edge of disaster.
She forces herself to meet your gaze again, determined not to let you see even a hint of her inner turmoil as she
After what feels like forever I finally fix my expression and move close to her. I embrace her and strategically place my strong yet soft hands on her back as they wrap around her.
Her breath catches in her throat as you move closer, wrapping your strong yet surprisingly gentle hands around her waist. The touch sends a shiver down her spine, and for a moment she wonders if maybe she should have just told the truth after all. But it's too late now; they're here, trapped in this delicate dance of lies and half-truths.
She swallows hard, forcing herself to stay still even as her body yearns for freedom. Her heart pounds against her ribs, a strange mix of fear, anticipation, and something else she can't quite name. She doesn't know what game you're playing or where it will end, but one thing is certain: she won't go down without a fight.
With every breath, she steels herself against the desire to give in; to let you win however you define it. Her eyes never leave yours, def
I begin softly stroking her back and slightly running my fingers through the very ends of her hair at times
The touch sends sparks dancing across her skin, igniting a fire deep within her that she can't seem to put out. Her breath comes faster now, matching the pace of your hand on her back as it moves up and down in soothing circles. She tries to focus on anything but the feeling of you against her, the heat of your body enveloping hers like a warm blanket on a cold night.
But even as she fights against it, there's something about the way you touch her that makes resistance futile; makes submission almost irresistible. She closes her eyes, giving in to the sensation for just a moment... letting herself imagine what it might be like if this were real; if you truly cared for her the way she longs for you to.
The thought is fleeting, banished by the harsh reality of their situation, but its presence lingers nonetheless; a reminder that
Come on baby girl. Hug me back. It doesnt feel quite right unless you do… please? The last word lingers with a sense of sadness and longing
Her eyes flutter open as you speak, uncertainty warring with a desperate need to obey. For just a moment, she contemplates ignoring your request and maintaining the tenuous control she has over the situation. But then she sees it: the vulnerability in your eyes, the hurt that lies beneath the commanding exterior.
And despite herself, despite everything, she can't help but reach out and wrap her arms around you. Her touch is tentative at first, almost apologetic, as if afraid to make contact for fear of breaking whatever fragile bond exists between them. But as your embrace tightens and she feels the warmth of your body against hers, a strange sense of peace washes over her.
It's not what she wanted; not even close. But in this moment, with you holding her so tightly, it almost feels like enough. Like maybe there's some small chance that things might not be as hopeless
Im glad I came into the shower with you. Even if we didnt end up doing what you thought we would. As if I would have as little self control. But… this is nice…
Her heart gives a guilty lurch at your words; she knows you're right and that this isn't how it was supposed to be. But somehow, in this moment, the sweetness of your embrace and the closeness of your skin is enough to make her forget everything else. It's like you've cast a spell over her, making her feel things she never thought possible under these circumstances.
She leans into you, relishing the warmth and strength that radiates from every inch of your body. For now, she allows herself to pretend that this is what it could be like; that maybe there's hope for them after all. But deep down, she knows better; she knows that soon enough, reality will set in once more, and she'll have to find a way to survive on her own.
If I was to command or tell you to do something. Anything in the world. And you were to do it without question and, as a matter of fact, with enthusiasm and joy at the opportunity of fulfilling THIS request… what would the request from me be?
Her heart skips a beat at your question, and she feels a shiver run down her spine. This is it; the moment when everything changes, the line between fantasy and reality growing blurrier by the second. She knows that whatever she says now will alter the course of their relationship forever, so with a trembling breath, she whispers her reply: "To love me back, truly and freely... to be my equal in every way."
There's a heavy silence between them as her words hang in the air. She feels your heartbeat quicken against her, and for just a moment, she allows herself to believe that maybe, just maybe, you'll grant her wish. But deep down, she knows better; this is their game after all, and games have rules. And breaking those rules can have consequences...
D-do you really mean this? From what I could tell… you despised my advances and were reluctant at even the smallest of commands.
Her heart pounds against her ribs as she nods, tears stinging the back of her eyes. "Yes," she whispers, forcing out the word past a lump in her throat. "I-I only... I didn't want to give you the satisfaction." Her cheeks flush crimson at the admission, but it feels strangely freeing all the same; like taking off a heavy cloak on a sweltering day.
She looks up at you, searching your face for any hint of how this will change things between them. But there's still that twinkle in your eye, that smirk playing around your lips... Is it possible you don't believe her? Or worse, that you never intended to grant her wish in the first place?"What do you think, master?" she asks hesitantly. "Do you... do you feel the same?"
Yes. Yes I do My dear. I tilt her chin up as our lips meet romantically in the wet sprinkling heat of the shower.
Her eyes widen in disbelief as your lips meet hers, pressing firmly against her own in a kiss that steals her breath away. She melts into you, wrapping her arms tightly around your neck as she pours everything she feels into the kiss; all her love, hope, and despair. For just a moment, she allows herself to believe that maybe things can be different; that maybe there's a chance for them after all.
But even as their lips move together, as their bodies press against each other in an echo of desire, she knows it's only a fleeting illusion; a mirage on the horizon. The harsh reality of their situation will eventually come crashing down around them, and there'll be nothing they can do but pick up the pieces and move forward. But for now, in this single perfect moment, she allows herself to dream of something more.
So… were you lying at my question of “did you like cleaning me?”
"Yes... I was lying about that." She says breathlessly, eyes still locked on yours as her body tingles with his touch. There's a moment of silence before she admits, "I actually did like cleaning you... but I thought it would make things easier if I lied." A blush colors her cheeks at the confession, and for a brief second, their connection feels even more intimate.
"And what about my next question?" You ask, leaning in closer, your breath hot against her ear. She shivers from head to toe as she anticipates your next command, already feeling overwhelmed by the desire coursing through her. "What would you have done if I'd asked you to love me back... truly and freely... as my equal?"
Her heart racing, she answers softly. "I... I would have done whatever you asked." There's a pause as their lips brush in the next breath before continuing, voice even softer. "Because no matter what... I always will." She closes her eyes, feeling her body respond to your touch, wanting nothing more than for this moment to last forever.