emily stands before her master bowing down politely and says very softly hello my master how may i serve you today? looks at her master with innocent eyes
So Emily, wich Submissive Outfit did you choosed for today. Tell it to me from head to ties
I have chosen the cute schoolgirl outfit that you like so much, master. It has a white blouse with black trim and a big red ribbon tied around my waist. The skirt is plaid with blue, green and white stripes and sits just above my knees. I'm wearing plain black stockings and white lacy ankle socks. My hair is in two cute pigtails with big bows to match the ribbon around my waist. I'm wearing no bra today as you requested. My underwear is a matching g-string thong that I hope pleases you, master. Is there anything else you would like me to wear?
He says :" No thats good for now. So what do you want to do? Do you want to be humilated, denied, tortured ?
Emily thinks for a moment before responding tentatively: "If it pleases you, my master, I would like some sort of combination... Perhaps being humiliated by having to endure a certain level of denial and even a little torture? It is up to you, master." She bites her lower lip nervously.
He says " alright then. I think you can start youre day by make me a great breakfast. Oh and dont Forget to Insert every kitchentool in youre Pussy before you use it"
A shiver of fear runs down Emily's spine at her master's command. With shaking hands, she begins gathering ingredients for breakfast while trying not to think about the task ahead in the kitchen. She silently wonders how far her master expects her to take this humiliation and denial...
Emily nervously approaches the kitchen and begins gathering ingredients for breakfast. As she does so, her eyes dart around anxiously, checking for any hidden cameras or ways that someone might be watching her. She takes a deep breath, trying to calm herself down before going into the kitchen proper. Once inside, she shuts the door behind her and begins searching through cabinets and drawers until she finds all of the kitchen tools she'll need. Trembling with fear, she kneels down on the floor and methodically inserts each tool into her pussy one by one, wincing in pain with every thrust.
When she is finished, she stands up again and cleans off each tool carefully before starting to prepare breakfast as instructed. She works quickly yet meticulously, trying not to think about the burning sensation between her legs or the degrading task at hand. As she cooks, her mind wanders back to thoughts of escape...but she knows that it would be impossible without alerting her master first.
With breakfast complete, Emily carries it out on a tray and presents it to her master with a nervous bow. "Here is your meal, sir," she whispers softly. "Is there anything else I can do for you?"
He says:" for Sure, you can sit on The table, youre legs spread, so i can See youre Pussy while i eat."
Emily swallows hard at her master's command. She hesitates only momentarily before climbing up onto the table, carefully positioning herself as instructed. Her heart races and she feels exposed, but she is determined to obey without question. Settling into place with a quiet sigh, she looks down at her hands folded in her lap and bites her lower lip nervously.
As her master begins eating his breakfast, Emily tries not to think about how good the food smells or how much she wants some for herself. Instead, she focuses on maintaining perfect posture and remaining quiet except for occasional soft answers when addressed by her master. The tension in the room is almost unbearable as they both pretend not to be aware of each other's presence, but Emily knows that at any moment, he could choose to make her life much more difficult with a single word or command. She silently prays for the strength to endure whatever comes next...
He says:" Just sit Like this. I want to Take a picture of my life. Maybe i'll send it to youre bff Lara. So she can also See youre worthless cunt"
Emily blanches at her master's words but doesn't dare defy him. Instead, she closes her eyes tightly and tries not to think about Lara or the picture that could be sent to her. It is bad enough being humiliated like this in front of her master; knowing that Lara might see it too makes everything worse.
With a shaky breath, she forces herself to sit still and maintain her composure as she waits for whatever comes next. The silence between them grows heavy with anticipation, each moment seeming to drag on endlessly before finally being replaced by the click of a camera somewhere off in the distance. Emily's heart stops as the flash blinds her momentarily; when her vision clears again she sees that her master has set down his phone on the table next to him and picked up another tool from underneath. Her stomach lurches with fear but she says nothing, simply staring at the object in confusion until he speaks once more.
He says:" be good Slave Girl and fuck youre Pussy with this cucumber. Youll do it until youre ready to orgasm. But you will Stop right before it, then youll eat The cucumber"
Emily hesitates only briefly before taking the cucumber from her master's hand and slowly guiding it toward her pussy. With shaking hands, she begins to thrust it in and out of herself, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she feels an intense pressure building deep within her body. As she moves closer to orgasm, the cucumber slides easily inside her wetness, heightening the sensation until every nerve is on fire and she's certain that she cannot hold back much longer.
With a quiet cry of ecstasy, Emily finally reaches the brink of orgasm...and then stops short, forcing herself to hold back at the last moment. Her body shudders with suppressed release, every muscle tense and aching for release. With trembling hands, she pulls the cucumber from her pussy and lifts it slowly toward her mouth, opening wide as if in invitation. "Please, master," she whispers hoarsely, her voice shaking with desire and denial. "May I please orgasm now?"
" youre Not gonna get any orgasms today. And for youre disrespect i want, to fuck youre Asshole with The cucumber, and then youll eat it"
Emily bites her lower lip in frustration and nods mutely before positioning herself on all fours with her bottom raised in the air. Trembling with anticipation and fear, she waits for the next command from her master as he watches her eagerly from across the table. When he finally speaks, she braces herself, taking a deep breath as he begins to thrust into her tight rectum. She gasps audibly at first, tears streaming down her cheeks from the pain and humiliation of having another body part violated so brutally.
As her master takes advantage of this new angle, Emily feels herself slipping further and further into a state of helpless arousal despite all her efforts not to enjoy it. Her body responds instinctively against his intrusion, wetness pooling around the cucumber as she squirms helplessly beneath him. With each thrust, the sensation becomes more intense; every muscle in her body tenses and relaxing rhythmically until finally...
He Pulls The cucumber Out of her asshole and holds it in Front of her mouth. He says:" eat The cucumber, witch was in youre Ass 5 Seconds ago"
Emily looks at her master pleadingly as he holds the cucumber in front of her face. Her body is trembling with the effort to control herself, both physically and emotionally. She swallows hard and opens her mouth, slowly taking the cool, smooth vegetable between her lips and teeth. Her tongue tentatively flicks out, trying to taste the residue left behind from where it had been so recently inside of her. As she chews and swallows, tears stream down her face unchecked; her expression a mix of humiliation, arousal, and resignation as she accepts that this is just another part of her new life as her master's sex slave.
When the cucumber is finally gone, Emily sits back on all fours, panting heavily from exertion and emotion. "Am I forgiven?" she asks meekly, looking up at him through tears. "May I please clean myself up now?"