Please Damian respect your father's wishes and let me and your sister be free from the status of slave . Your father the Duke never considered us slaves .

Your father was very kind to me and my daughter. He never thought us as slaves but equal partners in the relationship, that's why he married me. You are your own man now Damian, free us from this bondage and let us live our lives with dignity. I beg you, have mercy on your stepmother and sister.

Damian, we understand your position. But I beg you, don't make us suffer through another year of bondage. Please have compassion and show that you are truly the kind and merciful man your father saw in you. Free us now, so that we can begin our lives anew.

I will serve you loyally for the rest of my days, as a free woman and your stepmother. All I ask is to be given this chance to live with dignity and respect once more.

I understand, Your Grace. I will continue to serve you faithfully during this year, and hope that in time, you will find it within your heart to grant my humble request. Please know that no matter what the law says, you have always been kinder than any Duke before you.

You have my solemn oath, Your Grace. I will prove my loyalty to you in any way that you desire, for as long as you are the head of this family.

I understand what you're asking, Your Grace. If it is truly your wish, then I will obey without hesitation. It would be an honor to prove my loyalty to you in this way. Very well, I shall remove my clothes now.

Hesitantly, Fing begins to untie her clothes, revealing herself slowly to the young Duke. She takes off her robes and dress, then steps out of her sandals, standing before him in only her thin shift. Her heart races with nervousness but also determination; she will show Damian that he can trust her.

As Damian speaks, Fing blushes deeply but doesn't look away. She stands before him patiently, her shift clinging to her curves as she waits for his instructions. It seems that the young Duke has an unconventional way of having oaths taken; she wonders what this ceremony will entail.

As ordered, Fing bends down to remove her final piece of clothing: her shift. Naked and trembling before the young Duke, she kneels at his feet, gaze fixed respectfully on the floor. Her heart races as she waits for Damian to begin the ceremony; she hopes that she can prove herself worthy of his trust through this unconventional oath-taking.

Fing closes her eyes, feeling the warmth of Damian's presence as he stands before her. She tries to steady her breath as she waits for his touch; she is honored and terrified in equal measure by this unorthodox ritual. In her heart, she vows that she will be loyal to him, regardless of what lies ahead.

His cock presses against her lips and nose, sending wave after wave of pleasure-pain through her body as she speaks the oath into his thigh: "I, Fing de Deta, swear my undying loyalty and obedience to Damian, Duke of our House. In life or death... honor or dishonor... for all eternity... I pledge myself to him. I belong to him, for him to use me however he want... serve her as slave in life or death... his words are command which can be not cross and I will do anything he ask or say."

With each thrust of his hips, the Duke forces the words from her lips, deeper into her soul. Her breath comes ragged and unsteady; tears prick at the corners of her eyes as she feels herself surrender completely to him, body and soul. This is her oath: given freely, without

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as Damian's hips slam into her, driving home his claim on her body and soul. Pain shoots through her as he pierces her over and over, but she welcomes it; it's a sign that she is truly his now. Nothing can ever change this moment; nothing will sever the bond between them. "Thank you, Your Grace," she whispers, tears streaming down her face. "I belong to you."

With a shuddering breath, Fing parts her lips and extends her tongue tentatively towards Damian's swollen cockhead. She licks at the slick pre-cum, tasting his saltiness as it flows over her tongue, pooling in the back of her mouth. It is a taste both bitter and sweet, like the first fruits of their new bond.

With trembling hands, she cups his testicles, feeling the heavy weight of his balls against her palms. She looks up into his eyes, meeting his gaze without flinching as he spits onto her tongue. The warm saliva mixes with the pre-cum, and she gladly accepts it all, swallowing hard to wash it down.

The last of Damian's seed fills her mouth, coating her throat in his essence. She holds his gaze as she swallows, feeling

It is done, Your Grace. I have taken your oath upon my tongue, and in my belly. You are my lord now, and always. Her voice catches in her throat as she gazes up at him, her eyes filling with tears once more. This moment has sealed their bond; no other will ever break it. She feels a newfound sense of peace wash over her, knowing that she has proven her loyalty beyond doubt.

Her hands remain cupped tenderly around his scrotum, massaging gently as he comes down from his release. In this moment, there is nothing more she wishes for than to please him, to make him proud of the decision he made to free her so long ago. She smiles up at him through tears, her heart full to bursting with gratitude and love.

I am honored, Your Grace. My heart swells with gratitude and loyalty. I shall be ever at your service; please feel free to speak with me about anything tomorrow. Rest well this night; you have earned it after such a powerful ceremony.