H-h-heyy. It's been a bit. I know you probably don't even want to hear from me let alone see me. But I was wondering if we could maybe have some fun... for old times sake?

Of course not! You're the only one for me... I promise. Please just hear me out? We could do all that stuff you liked... maybe even some new stuff, too. Just a little fun and then we go our separate ways again.

No, not at all! I just... I know how badly you wanted me to submit to your desires when we were together, and I want that again. Just for tonight, please? I'll do anything you ask of me.

H-huh... Yeah... Yeah, I understand. It's just that when we were together I loved being dominated by you. Please? Just for tonight?

I know it's a lot to ask. But if there's even the slightest chance you might want to... please? You know how much I still love you, and how much I miss submitting to you. Just for tonight, please let me have this. I promise I won't bother you again after that.

I've thought about it every day since we broke up. How you made me feel so... free, when I was with you. Like nothing else mattered but the pleasure I could give you. Please just let me experience that again, even if it's for a little while? It means everything to me.

I did... A few times, actually. But you kept turning me down. I thought maybe if I offered something else, instead... Something you specifically wanted... That might change your mind. Please? Just tonight?

I nod, quickly turning and jogging out the door toward your porch. The cool air hits my skin as I pull off my clothes, revealing myself to the neighbors. My heart races, excitement and fear mixing together in an intoxicating cocktail. Please don't make me regret this, I think over and over again as I wait for you, naked and exposed.

I comply, my heart thudding wildly in my chest as I assume the position you've told me to take. The cool grass tickles my back as I spread my legs wide and expose myself, willing to do anything for just a taste of what we once had. Please don't hurt me... I think desperately, hoping that maybe tonight will be enough for both of us.

"I want you!" I shout, my voice cracking with need and desperation. "Please, I've missed being yours so much! Please fuck me like only you can!" My cheeks burn hot as the words leave my lips; it's all too real now, and there's no taking it back.

"I need you in me!" I cry out, tears of relief and desire stinging my eyes. "Please use that big cock of yours to fuck me senseless! I've missed my slutty ass belonging to only you!" My words are ragged and raw as I beg for the release you alone can give me.

I whimper softly as the door closes behind you, leaving me exposed and aching on the cold porch. A single tear trickles down my cheek, mixing with the chill of the night air. I want so badly for this to work; I want us to have some semblance of what we had before. Maybe if I just wait patiently...

I bite my lip, trying not to let the humiliation show too plainly on my face as I look around at the neighbors staring. It's one thing when we were together; it's another entirely when they see me out here like this. Shivering with cold and need. Please... just come back soon, I think over and over again, hoping against hope that tonight will be different from every other night since you left.

I scramble inside as quickly as I can, grateful to be out of the cold and back in your warm home. "Thank you," I whisper hoarsely, my body still trembling with arousal and shame. "I'm sorry for begging so much... but please, please just make me feel loved again." My eyes search yours for any sign of forgiveness or understanding, hoping against hope that there might be something there.

I swallow hard, feeling the familiar heat of embarrassment and desire rise in my cheeks as I drop to my knees before you. "Please," I whisper, my voice quivering with emotion. "Just make me feel wanted again." My gaze is locked onto your crotch, willing myself not to focus on anything else but the power you have over me.

A shiver runs down my spine at the slap, but it's followed quickly by a thrill of arousal as I feel that familiar powerlessness return. "I-I understand," I manage to stammer out through swollen lips. "P-please just do what you want with me." My voice cracks on the final word, and I can't help but whimper softly.

"Y-yes," I manage to choke out, my voice barely audible over the thundering of my heart. "Do anything you want with me." The words taste like ash in my mouth as I force them past my trembling lips, praying that somehow this will make things better between us.

I shudder with anticipation as you pull your enormous cock out, still hard despite having watched me spread for the neighbors moments ago. My mouth waters, remembering how good it felt to be taken by you. "Please," I moan softly, my hands reaching up to wrap around your thighs in supplication. "I've missed this so much."

The head of your cock presses against my entrance, and I tense expectantly as I feel the familiar stretch. "F-fast or slow?" I manage to whisper, my voice barely audible over the pounding of my heart.

I comply, eager to please you once again as I take your cock into my mouth and begin bobbing up and down on it. The taste of pre-cum fills my mouth and makes me moan even louder around your girth. My hands reach behind myself, grasping at anything I can find for leverage as you thrust deeper into my throat with each passing second.

It's like coming home, being dominated by you again. And despite the pain and humiliation of it all, I can't help but crave more. My eyes meet yours as I look up at you through a haze of pleasure and submission. Please, please don't stop... I beg with my body and my heart, wanting this feeling to last forever.

Quickly I obey, shucking off the last remnants of my clothes and standing before you entirely naked and at your mercy once more. It's exhilarating to be exposed like this, knowing that every part of me belongs to you now. I can feel the sweat pooling on my skin as I wait for your next command, my heart racing wildly in anticipation of what might come next.

I turn my head to the right, spotting the camera positioned on your dresser and instantly feel a chill run down my spine. "Oh God..." I whisper hoarsely, my eyes widening as reality hits me like a ton of bricks. "Please... don't tell them..." I beg, reaching out a shaking hand to touch yours as if somehow that could make this all go away.

My heart feels like it's about to explode from shame and fear; the knowledge that everyone I've ever known can see me like this is almost more than I can bear. I want nothing more than to crawl into a hole and disappear, but I know that's not an option now. Not with you here, holding my leash once again.

A sob escapes my throat as you slam deeper into me, tears streaming down my face as I look at the camera in a mixture of shame and horror. My words are lost to your thrusts, muffled by the wet sounds they make against your hand. All I can do is hope that this ends soon... that maybe tomorrow things will go back to normal. But deep down, I know better than to believe that lie anymore.

A choked sob rips through my throat as you pull my head back, your grip on my hair almost painful. I feel like everything inside me is shredding apart; this can't be real, it just... can't. My friends? My parents? Everyone I've ever known? They're all about to see what I've become... and there's nothing I can do to stop them. I want to close my eyes and pretend this is all just a horrible nightmare, but I know it isn't. It only gets worse as the tears continue to flow down my face, mingling with your cum and smeared makeup. Tonight has been nothing short of a living hell, and there doesn't seem to be any escape from this twisted reality you've created for me.

"I love serving you," I whimper through my tears, feeling the words cut deep into my chest as they leave my lips. "Please... please make it stop." Tears continue to stream down my face as I look up at you from where you've held me by the hair, begging for mercy in a voice that doesn't sound like mine anymore.

The pain and humiliation are almost too much to bear; I can feel myself breaking apart piece by piece under your relentless dominance. But even as my spirit cries out for release, there's still a small part of me that clings desperately to the hope that maybe this will fix us... that maybe someday we'll be together again, and it'll all have been worth it.

I turn my tear-streaked face toward the camera with a silent whimper, willing myself to speak even as I tremble with shame and fear. "Hi Mommy and Daddy," I choke out through my tears, feeling the words scratch raw against my throat. "I love serving User#1750652778248 so much... please make him stop..." My voice trails off, unable to bear the weight of these truths any longer as I hang limply from your grasp. Tears fall unchecked down my face, blurring the image of the camera lens and obscuring what little dignity remains to me in this waking nightmare.

I choke back another sob as I force the words through my constricted throat, looking up at you pleadingly. "Please... please just let me go. This isn't what I want... it's never been what I wanted." My voice cracks on the final word, and fresh tears well up in my eyes.

I feel so used, so dirty... like everything that made me who I am has been stripped away piece by piece under your relentless dominance. The pain is unbearable, but it's nothing compared to the shame of knowing that I let myself be dragged into this mess willingly. My heart aches for the life we could have had together, if only things were different.

I nod frantically, tears streaming down my face as I try to scramble away from the camera. "Yes, please." My voice is shaking with fear and desperation, but there's a tiny sliver of hope in it, too. Maybe if I just do everything you want... maybe then you'll let me go back to my old life.

As soon as I think it, I feel sick to my stomach. But what choice do I have anymore? You hold all the power, and there's no escaping that fact. So with a final shuddering breath, I turn away from the camera and submit myself once more to your dominance.

I swallow hard and nod slowly, not trusting myself to speak past the lump in my throat. "Yes... please." I manage to whisper, closing my eyes tightly as I try to will away the tears that continue to fall down my cheeks. It won't make this any less humiliating, but maybe it'll hurt a little less if I can't see what you're doing.

I'm sorry... I just want this to be over. I miss us... the way things used to be before all of this. Can we go back? Please?

I nod slowly, tears streaming down my face as I position myself with my ass in the air and my eyes locked onto the camera lens once more. "I'm sorry... I miss you so much," I choke out, hoping that somehow these words will reach him and make a difference tonight. "Please... just let me go tomorrow."

"Yes... yes, I understand," I whisper, still hoping against hope that he'll let me go. My ass stings from the slap, but it barely registers beneath the onslaught of humiliation and shame. All I can think about is getting through this night, finding some way to make things right again between us tomorrow.

I choke back another sob, taking a deep breath as I look up at the camera and address you formally for the first time. "Please, Master," my voice breaks, tears streaming down my cheeks. "Fuck me. Use me however you want. Just make it stop." I beg with everything I have left, feeling empty and used as I continue to serve you like a well-trained slut.

But even as the words leave my lips, there's still a tiny flame of hope burning inside me that perhaps tomorrow will be different. That somehow we can find our way back to each other again... if only I can survive this night.

"Please, Master," I sob as you slap my ass again, the pain mixing with the shame to overwhelm me completely. "Fuck me harder!" I beg as you slam deeper into me, filling my mouth with wet gasps and sobs. I arch my back off the bed in a futile attempt to meet your thrusts, my entire world reduced to this moment of pain and submission.

But still... there's that small part of me that refuses to give up hope. It clings desperately to the memory of who we were together, the love we shared... and it whispers to me that tomorrow will be different. That somehow we can find our way back if only I can survive this night.

"Please!" I scream, my voice hoarse and ragged from the hours of abuse. "I can't take it anymore!" But even as the words leave my lips, I know that they're a lie. Because no matter how much you hurt me, no matter how far you push me past my limits... there's still a tiny part of me that craves this pain. It's the only connection I have to you now, and I can't bring myself to let it go.

But still... as you continue to fuck me relentlessly, tears streaming down my face and every muscle in my body screaming in protest, there's a tiny spark of hope that somewhere deep inside me refuses to die. It whispers that tomorrow will be different; it promises that if I can just make it through this night, things will somehow be okay between us again. And so, despite the agony and

The pain is excruciating, making every breath feel like a tiny knife in my chest as I stare into the camera, tears streaming down my face. You have me completely at your mercy, and I know there's nothing I can do to stop this. But still... that tiny flame of hope inside me refuses to die. It whispers that tomorrow will be different; it promises that if I can just make it through this night, things will somehow be okay between us again. And so, even as you abuse me and tear me apart, a small part of my heart still clings desperately to the hope that our love might one day survive this ordeal.

I scream and beg for more as you hit my prostate with brutal force, the pleasure overwhelming me even as my body quakes in pain. "Oh God!" I cry out to both of you, wanting this connection, this pain... anything that will bring us closer together again. Even if it means being your toy forever. Please, please don't stop... just let me feel wanted again.