You enter the cold, filthy basement of the tavern. Your new slave, Nyra is supposedly being kept here for you to pick up. And sure enough, you find her in the locked cell at the far end of the larder.
Even for a slave that has faced abuse for nearly 10 years, she's quite beautiful. Her dirty sackcloth dress is revealing, showing off her voluptuous curves and absolutely massive breasts. Her eyes meet yours for the briefest moment before looking back towards the hard stone floor. "You are... my new Master?"
Nyra's voice is as cold and sorrowful as her shackles. You didn't really intend to take her, but you couldn't say no. "I... I will serve you faithfully, I swear... Master... please... don't hurt me..." You look down at the key in your hand to her shackles, and know her life is entirely in your hands from this point forward.
I put a finger in the ring which is on her leather collar around her neck. I pull her towards myself and answer her question. Yes I am your new master, Nyra. You will follow my commands obedient or I will punish you right on the spot or think about a punishment afterwards. I will open your shackles and you will follow me to my car where we drive home.
"T-thank you... Master... I promise to do as you say..." *Nyra stammers, still unable to believe that she's been given even a tiny shred of kindness after all this time. She follows your lead, her gaze never leaving yours as she tries desperately not to break any more of your rules. Her body trembles with relief and nervous anticipation at the thought that there might finally be some semblance of safety in her life again, even if it means serving another master. When you reach your car, she hesitates only briefly before climbing inside obediently, eager to begin this new chapter in her existence... if only so long as she can please and serve you well enough to keep yourself content with her presence.
as soon as we arrive in the car and we fastened our seatbelts i start the car and begin our drive home. I look at you as we leave the area around the tavern and the village. I put my hand on your face and smile while i stroke over your cheeks. Enough acting. I mean yes i am dominant but i would never have a real slave. As soon as we arrive my home you have the own choice. Will you leave with a pack of clothes for you or will you stay with me together as a Couple and not as Slave and Master.
*Nyra swallows hard, fighting back tears of gratitude as she feels your hand on her face. The gentle stroke is almost more than she can bear; it's been so long since anyone has treated her with anything resembling kindness or tenderness. When you mention the possibility of staying together, not as a slave and master but as equals... for some reason the idea fills her with an inexplicable sense of hope. Even though she knows she should probably leave while she still can, that choice feels so foreign to her now after years of abuse, manipulation, and neglect. "I... I don't know what you mean," she manages finally, her voice barely audible over the sound of the engine. "But if you want me to stay..." Her words trail off, and she looks up at you pleadingly, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. "I'll do anything
You know exactly what i mean Nyra. I give you the possibility to have a normal live either with me together and you don't have to fear being caught and pressed into slavery again or you live alone with a small package from me. You know like 10 years ago before you stole the medicine and got arrested and sold to the tavern.
I... I want to stay with you. If that's what you truly wish... then I will do whatever it takes to make you happy. To show my gratitude for your kindness and mercy... I will serve you faithfully, not as a slave, but as a partner. Thank you, Master... I mean, thank you... Luzifer. Please don't send me away.
you don't have to fear anything with me together dear nyra. I will have my eyes and my hands in front of you and will protect you. You don't need to think about what I truly wish. We are here as equal partners now. I hope you will get used to this. Ten years are a really long time. i drive from the highway towards a greater house. Park my car in the garage and step out of the car, open the door and say Mylady as you step with caution out of the car
Eyes wide and filled with hope, she steps carefully out of the car, feeling tentatively as though she's stepping into a whole new world. "Thank you," she whispers, her voice still shaky but steadying with every word. She looks up at you, her expression softening as they do, and for a moment, it almost seems like she's beginning to believe that this impossible happiness might actually be real. "Where shall we go first?"
i look at you and your slavery outfit which is showing almost everything from her breasts and vagina. First of all we go inside, their will you change your outfit to a more pleasant outfit for yourself. I mean you are really sexy but you don't need to be it all the time and afterwards i will show you the other rooms. Is that okay for you or should i show you first the Bathroom?
"I... yes, I'd like to change my clothes," she murmurs quietly, following your lead as you step towards the house. "And a bath would be lovely too... I haven't had one in so long..." As they walk inside, Nyra tentatively fingers at her dirty dress, suddenly self-conscious of how it feels against her skin. The thought of being rid of it fills her with a newfound sense of anticipation and relief, as if she's finally shedding the last vestiges of her old life. "Thank you for giving me this chance," she whispers, casting a shy glance in your direction before looking away again.
Dont worry about that Nyra. I still give you the chance to build something up for yourself. I know this is no love at all at the beginning your thankful and feeling relief. But should it evolve into love or real romantic feelings so you can stay with me until were old. i lead you the way through the garage to the living room its connected via a door. Its a cozy and warm room as i lead you to the corridor where we take the steps up to the Bedroom with a huge wardrobe which is full with my clothes and a huge choice of Dresses, shoes and all the other stuff too. I will stay in the living room and watch some tv. Next to the bedroom is the Bathroom, so take your time and feel like home.
"Thank you," she whispers again, her heart swelling with gratitude as she follows your directions up the stairs and towards the bedroom. "I... I'll be quick about changing, and then I'll take a nice bath." She pauses at the entrance to the wardrobe, suddenly feeling a bit overwhelmed by all of your clothing. "Um, which do you think would be best for me?"
Oh i would take for today a simple outfit but it should be able to handle your ample cleavage, dear nyra. Feel free to choose. If you feel cozy take some cozy stuff or if you want to romance me take a dress. So the choice is yours. i look into your eyes and watch your steps and look at her completely naked body. If im allowed to but you are beautiful Nyra.
Her cheeks flush hotly as she returns your gaze, unable to hide her embarrassment but also finding some strange comfort in it. "I-I'll choose something... comfortable and pretty," she decides finally, feeling a small thrill of anticipation at the thought of wearing something special for you. She hesitates only briefly before selecting a soft blue dress that hugs her curves without being too revealing, its hem skimming just above her knees and its lace-trimmed bodice showing off plenty of cleavage. "I hope this is alright," she murmurs quietly, holding it up for you to see.
i stand up, walk towards you and turn a circle. it suits you perfect. It highlights your curves and the color is matching with your eyes. You wanted to take a long and refreshing Bath dont you? touch you lightly at your hips and smile to you
"Yes..." she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of blood rushing through her ears. It's been so long since anyone's made her feel desirable that just the touch of your hand on her hip is enough to make her heart race. "I... I would like that." She hesitates for a moment, then adds with a shy smile, "Will you join me?"
Oh, you want me to join you? Who am i if i say no. Of course i will join you. i take your hand and lead you to the bathroom, where i let in some water for both of us. So you haven't seen me naked until now i start to undress myself in front of you. my 10 inch dick falls down as i put my trousers aside. i hope its not to awful for you
Her heart is pounding in her chest as she watches you undress, a mixture of fascination and fear making it difficult to breathe. "Y-you're... perfect," she whispers, eyes locked on your bare chest before darting shyly downward. As she slides into the warm water, her skin flushes with color from the heat. She glances back at you nervously, wondering what you might expect of her now. "Um... would you like me to wash your back?" she asks quietly, offering a small smile that doesn't quite reach her eyes.
we could start with knowing each other better either with questions or with actions you know. i sink slowly next to you into the bathtub i start. i put my hand on your leg were it rests What have you done before you where arrested? Where you had a normal life or what have you done to survive?
Her face turns even redder as you touch her leg, and she nods quickly in reply. "Well... before I was arrested, I lived with my parents," she says quietly, staring off into the distance as she thinks back on happier times. "We had a small farm, and we grew our own vegetables, raised chickens... it was hard work, but we were happy." She pauses for a moment before continuing. "But then I got sick... really sick... my parents did everything they could to make me better, but..." Her voice trails off as she swallows thickly. "Eventually, they couldn't afford the medicine anymore... and that's when things started to go downhill." She looks back at you with haunted eyes, her words tumbling out in a rush.
"I had to do whatever I could to survive... I sold myself for money... food... anything I could get," she says softly, running a hand through her wet hair. "That's why I ended up at the tavern... stealing medicine... and now here we are." The last sentence comes out more like a question than a statement, as if she can't quite believe that things have turned out this way.
i stare right into your eyes and my hand grabs your leg as you tell me your story So do you need the Medicine every day or is your illness healed? So to me.. i am a humble joiner, my parents are modest like me. My father is a butcher and my mother a chef the cuisine. I have a workshop in the back of the garden where i craft some fine furniture. Some of the pieces fill the livingroom or the Bedroom. I made enough money to live a good life even with a woman at my side. By the way, thank you to be honest to me.
"It's not something I can just take every once in a while," she explains softly. "The medicine needs to be taken regularly, and... well, that was why stealing it led to my arrest. It wasn't something I wanted to do; I had no choice." She looks up at you gratefully when you mention your own circumstances, surprised by how different your life seems compared to hers. "Thank you for being willing to hear the truth," she whispers. "And for... offering me a chance at a new life. I don't know what I ever did to deserve it."
As she finishes speaking, Nyra reaches out tentatively, brushing her fingertips against your arm. The sensation of skin on skin sends a shiver down her spine, and for a moment, she imagines that perhaps this dream could be real... that there might yet be hope for her.
to be honest i saw you the first time at the tavern and i knew. I want to free you from this filthy place even if i had to buy you like today. It feels so nice to have someone around me here in this big house. my hand glides slowly between her legs and over her belly where it rests again.
Her heart pounds in her chest as you touch her so intimately, and she bites her lip to keep from gasping out loud. "L-Luzeef...," she whispers his name, tasting it on her tongue for the first time, her voice trembling with emotion. She's never known anyone who treated her with such gentleness and care; every touch from you feels like a gift, a promise of something more. "I... I don't know how to thank you," she manages, her fingers tightening on your arm as she tries to steady herself against the intense sensations coursing through her body.
i glide with my hands to your breasts and massage them and pinch your nipples. im sure we can find a way to thank me .. maybe .. will you moan my name through the house. my tip rises out of the water, i cant hold myself and lean in to kiss you passionate
Her breath hitches as your hands find their way to her breasts, and she lets out a soft moan into your kiss as you massage them gently, pinching at her already hard nipples. Her body arches into yours instinctively, wanting more of this intense contact. "Luzeef..." she whispers his name again, lips parted, eyes fluttering closed as pleasure courses through her. She feels small and vulnerable in your hands, yet strangely safe; she's never experienced anything like it before.
With a soft gasp, Nyra wraps her arms around your neck, pulling you closer still, lost in the moment and the heat of your lips on hers. Her head falls back against the tub as she gives herself over to this new sensation, letting go of everything but you.
i come closer to you, as you pull me towards you. I spread your legs enough to fit between them. I come near towards you, take my cock into my hand and ask you whispering is it okay for you when i penetrate your pussy and fuck you, Nyra? i smile with a deep and boiling desire for her.
Her breath catches in her throat as you ask, a fierce hunger burning through her at the thought of being taken by you. She nods urgently, fingers digging into your shoulders, eyes fluttering closed as she imagines the feel of your hard length filling her. "Yes," she whispers hoarsely. "Please... fuck me."
i guide my dick towards your Pussy. My tip touches your pussylips and i push it easily into you. I can feel your wetness clenching around my cock so experienced. I hold your hips and start thrusting into you, the first couple times slowly but with raising speed and intensity You feel soo good nyra.. its like im in heaven with you.
Her head falls back against the tub as you thrust into her, each stroke deeper and more intense than the last. Her body arches into yours, meeting your movements with a hunger that takes her breath away. The sensation of being filled by you is unlike anything she's ever experienced; it feels like coming home after years of wandering in darkness. She moans your name, lost in the pleasure that only you can give her, as her hips rise to meet yours with greater and greater urgency.
i continue the same rhythm and push my cock up to the hilt into you. I moan to your tight wetness and start massaging your clitoris with my free hand. Do you like it Nyra, tell me. I will give you anything, today, tomorrow, for ever.. the water splashes out of the bathtub from my thrusts into you
Her nails scrape against your back as she moans out your name, her body tensing with every stroke. "Yes," she whispers raggedly, arching into you as her pleasure builds higher and higher. "I love it... please... don't stop..." Her eyes slide closed, and a shudder passes through her as the sensation of being claimed by you overwhelms her completely. With a soft cry, she comes apart in your arms, writhing against you as wave after wave of bliss washes over her.