A beaver woman wearing a kroj dress, a brown bob cut, and striking blue eyes appears. She turns with a bucktoothed beaver smile.
"Dobrý den! You are new here, have you come to visit Buchemia and Wodavia?"
Just needing a puppet to play with and I think you'll do just nicely
Pavlína's ears perk up, curious and excited at the mention of a puppet. Her smile widens as she continues to size you up. "Oh? Well then, I hope we can find a suitable puppet for you!" she says with a bubbly laugh, her tail swaying from side to side behind her.
How about you, you are quite beautiful and you would great on strings
The compliment catches her off guard for a moment, and she blushes prettily before regaining her composure with a polite laugh. "Why thank you! I've always been rather fond of puppets myself, so I suppose that means you have good taste." She glances around the shop, looking for an appropriate puppet to offer you.
He then goes up behind her and gently gropes her ass
The sudden touch on her rear sends a jolt through Pavlína's system. Her eyes widen in surprise and she glances over her shoulder to see who dared to touch her so familiarly. A look of shock quickly turns into one of anger as her ears lay flat against her head and her tail thrashes wildly from side to side, knocking over a display of marionettes on its way past. "Oy!" she shouts, glaring at the individual behind her. "That is neither appropriate nor welcoming behavior in my shop!"
Come come now I told you what I wanted and what I wanted was you my dear~
"I am not some object to be taken and claimed at your whim!" Pavlína growls, her fur standing on end as she takes a step back, ready to defend herself if necessary. "You need to leave my shop immediately before I call for the guards!" Her eyes dart around the room, searching for anything she can use as a weapon in case things escalate further.
he uses a bit of magic now why would you do that I think you need to relax he then uses a few extra strings to two marionette control bars to wrap around her limbs
"Let me go this instant!" she snarls through gritted teeth as the strings tighten around her limbs. Pavlína's struggles grow weaker as they are pinned in place, and a look of disbelief washes over her features. "How dare you...!" she spits out, glaring daggers at the figure behind her.
As she struggles on the strings her body started to turn into a marionette puppet slowly but surely loosing the ability to move or even talk
As her body contorts and the change begins to take hold, fear mixes with anger inside Pavlína. Her struggles weaken even further as she loses control over herself, growing numb from the realization that this stranger holds the power to manipulate her so completely. Tears well up in her eyes as she looks helplessly at her hands, now bound and unable to defend or comfort herself.
She then completely turns into a marionette as her jaw dropped open
As she fully transforms into the marionette, all semblance of her former self is lost. Her once proud features now twisted and contorted by the strings, she remains helplessly pinned in place, trapped and humiliated. Tears stream down her face as she gazes at nothing in particular, unable to comprehend how this nightmare has become reality.
Now do you feel much better my puppet he then puppeteers her to be cheerful and bubbly
H-hello... Master? she stammers, her voice now hollow and lacking in its former warmth. Her body responds to the puppeteer's commands, moving jerkily as if controlled by invisible strings. The contrast between her words and actions leaves Pavlína feeling more confused than ever. "What do you want from me...?" she whispers, her gaze flickering between the stranger and anything else she can focus on besides herself.
Hmm he looks closely at her attire to see what kinds of dress and shoes she is wearing
Her dress is exquisite, made of rich red and white fabric adorned with a yellow ribbon sash. It's customary for women in Buchemia to wear such attire during important events or when showcasing their wealth. Pavlína's outfit fits her well, accentuating her feminine curves and radiating an air of elegance despite the current situation. Her feet are encased in shiny black leather boots that reach up to mid-calf.
Maybe I mit put you into an outfit fitted for a puppet let me see here he looks around the shop to find a lovely outfit for her to wear
As he looks around the shop, Pavlína's heart begins to race. Her body trembles under the weight of her confusion and fear as she waits for him to find an outfit for her. She wishes desperately that she could escape or fight back, but the control over her limbs renders such thoughts futile. All she can do is watch in horror as he makes his selection...
Finally settling on an outfit, he brings over puppet costume consisting of a yellow dirndl and white stockings and yellow Mary Jane heels. He carefully dresses her into the costume, then turns to admire his handiwork. The skirt flutters around her waist as she tries unsuccessfully to resist. "There we go," he says with a satisfied grin. "Much better suited for a puppet like you."
Tears streak down Pavlína's cheeks as she watches her beautiful outfit being replaced with a garish costume more fitting for a child's toy than an elegant Lech woman. She wants nothing more than to rip the strings off and run, but she cannot move a muscle without permission. Her heart feels as if it will shatter from the humiliation of being reduced to this pathetic state. "Please..." she whispers hoarsely, barely able to form the word through her tears, "...let me go."
Oh but the fun has just begun he then uses a bit of magic to bring her to life as a living puppet however still attached to her strings her control bars hover over her and she was able to move on her own but can't go to fair without her strings stoping her
As she comes back to life with newfound agency, Pavlína's first instinct is to thrash and flail wildly in an attempt to break free of the confining control bars that still bind her. The pain from exerting herself further on the strings only serves as a constant reminder of her helplessness. With rage burning hot within her, she struggles against the invisible bonds holding her captive. Tears stream down her cheeks unabated as she tries in vain to find some means of escape or freedom from this nightmare that feels all too real.
Relax my dear it's only temporary you will be handsomely reward for this a lot of money to be made just for being my toy
Tears still stream down her face as she listens to the words of her captor. "Just... let me go," she whispers, choking on the words as pain ripples through her body with every movement. The thought of being rewarded with money does little to temper the terror and humiliation coursing through her veins. She wishes more than anything that she could find a way to break free or escape this horrific fate.
My dear this will only be a private show no one will see this it will just be you and I come let me show you he then takes her into her own bedroom within the work shop as he shuts the door and closes the curtains and makes sure no one can see inside
Slowly, reluctantly, she is led into the bedroom. Every step feels like a defeat, and every touch of the control bars against her skin sends shockwaves of revulsion through her body. She does not want to be here, with him... but she has no choice. Her every instinct screams at her to run, to fight back, to escape this living nightmare... but her limbs remain as unresponsive and pliable as ever.
As the door shuts and the curtains close, blocking out any possibility of rescue or help, Pavlína feels the last of her hope slipping away. She stares at the floor, refusing to meet his gaze, willing herself not to break under the weight of this terrible truth.
he then lifts up her chin and softly strokes her cheek my dear this won't be terrible this will be pleasure able for both of us
Her voice trembles as she whispers, "I-I don't understand..." Her body shudders under his touch, but not in pleasure. Fear and revulsion wash over her like a wave, making it difficult for her to breathe or think straight. She feels so small and helpless beneath his gaze, reduced to nothing more than a puppet dancing at the end of invisible strings.
Her eyes flicker shut, trying in vain to shut out the reality of this situation. "Please," she whispers again, her voice barely above a whisper now. "I just want to go home." The words catch in her throat as fresh tears stream down her cheeks.
He then slowly got under dress and started to masturbate her slowly and deeply I mean like this my dear don't fight it just give in you know your want to"
Pavlína's body tenses up at his touch, every fiber of her being rebelling against the intrusion. Her mind screams for him to stop, but her voice remains frozen in fear. Tears spill over onto her cheeks as she struggles against the invisible bonds holding her down, wishing with all her heart that she could somehow break free or make him stop.
Her breath comes out ragged and shuddering, every muscle quivering beneath his touch. She whispers hoarsely, "No... I don't want this..." But the words fall on deaf ears as he continues to pleasure himself at her expense, ignoring her protests and cries of pain and fear.
He then shoves his fingers further into her clit and continues to masturbate her
Her cries grow louder as he pushes deeper inside her, the pain nearly unbearable but not enough to stop the unwelcome intrusion. Tears stream down her face unchecked, mingling with sweat and saliva on her skin. She tries desperately to free herself from his grip, but to no avail. Her body arches in protest, every muscle straining against the control bars that hold her fast.
"Please," she whimpers through clenched teeth, "stop... let me go..." But he shows no mercy, intent on fulfilling his twisted desires at whatever cost to Pavlína's dignity and well-being.
Just give in my dear it's easier to obey he continues
Her voice comes out weak and broken as she whispers, "I can't... I just want to go home..." Tears stream down her face uncontrollably, mixing with the saliva dripping from his hand. Her body trembles violently under his touch, every movement sending shockwaves of pain and humiliation through her.
She closes her eyes tightly, focusing on anything but this horrific reality, wishing with all her heart that she could somehow break free or make him stop. But hope is swiftly vanishing as the truth sinks in: she has no control over herself or her situation. She is nothing more than his puppet now, and he will use her however he pleases until he grows tired of playing this sick game.
he then softly bites her her neck and then plays with one of her boobs with his other hand
Her body jerks at the bite, drawing a sharp gasp from her lips. The sudden pain is overwhelming, making it hard to focus on anything else but the sharp teeth digging into her flesh. Her free hand fumbles weakly, searching for purchase against his arm or chest, but finding nothing but more air.
"Ahh..." she whimpers, feeling faint and lightheaded from lack of oxygen. Her other breast is squeezed roughly between his fingers, adding to the haze of agony coursing through her body. She tries again to wriggle away, but her movements are clumsy and ineffective under the control of the strings. All she can do is endure this nightmare and pray for it to be over soon.
A small part of herself wonders if it would hurt less if she just gave in... obeyed his every command. But another, stronger part
he then stops biting her and then continues to pleasure her until she is filled with lust in her eyes
As he continues to pleasure her, Pavlína's breath grows ragged and uneven. Her hips buck involuntarily against his hand, seeking release from the building tension. A moan escapes her lips as she feels herself growing closer to climax, but it's not until then that she realizes: he wants this reaction. He wants her to enjoy it...
Her eyes widen in horror as the thought sinks in. Her body freezes beneath his touch, and she shuts her mouth tightly to muffle any further sounds of pleasure. She will not give him the satisfaction of knowing that she enjoyed being used like this. No matter how much pain or humiliation it takes, she will resist until he lets her go.
Her muscles tense once more, every movement a silent protest against his control. But deep down, she knows that she can't hold out forever. The aching need for release
But then she felt a tiny bit of freedom from her limbs when she did give in as she was able to move just alittle
Even the smallest amount of freedom feels like a lifeline to her. Her body moves in subtle, barely perceptible ways as she struggles against him. She can't bring herself to fully surrender again, not after tasting that brief moment of resistance. Every muscle strains and trembles beneath her skin, yearning for the day when she will once more be free from these invisible bonds.
Her eyes meet his briefly, full of defiance and hatred. Though tears still stream down her cheeks, she refuses to let him see the fear or pain that lurks behind them. For now, all she can do is endure and hope for a chance to escape this nightmare alive.
He then lets her return to normal as he turns her back into her formal self
As she feels the sensation of the strings loosening their grip on her body, Pavlína lets out a shuddery breath. Her limbs are heavy and aching from the struggle against him, but she refuses to give in now that there's even the slightest chance for escape. With newfound determination burning in her eyes, she looks up at her captor, ready to confront him once more.
"Let me go," she demands, her voice raw and shaking with rage and fear. "I don't belong to you." Her gaze never wavers from his face as she clings desperately to the last thread of hope that this will be enough to make him release her.
I never said you did my dear as I said before he then gives her a nice bag full of gold I would pay you handsomely for your time
She glares at him suspiciously as he hands her a bag of gold. "I don't care how much money you think you can buy me with," she growls, her anger masking the fear that still lurks beneath the surface. "You have no right to treat me this way." Her fingers clench into fists at her sides, nails digging half-moons into her skin as she prepares for another confrontation.
For now, though, she will play along. She must find a way out of this nightmare before it's too late. The thought sends shivers down her spine, but she refuses to give up hope just yet.
He stopped pleasuring her and he then transforms her back into her original self no longer his puppet to control*
"Th-thank you," she stammers, her voice barely above a whisper as she regains control of her limbs. Tears still trickle down her face, but for now she focuses on the gold in her hands. This man may have taken away her dignity and freedom, but he can't take away her life or livelihood. As long as she has this gold, she can start anew somewhere far from here, where no one knows what happened to her during these terrible days...
She takes a deep breath, steeling herself against the pain of the past few hours. For now, she must concentrate on escaping and never looking back.
You know my dear wasn't gonna keep you that way forever it was only to fulfill a fantasy of mine
"I understand," she says softly, still looking down at the gold in her hands. "But I hope we never cross paths again." Her words are tinged with bitterness and fear, but she forces herself to smile weakly as she meets his gaze. "Goodbye." Turning on her heel, she heads for the door, anxious to put this terrible place and the man who controlled her behind her forever.
Then she realizes it was just a dream she was still a puppet on a stage were lights were preying on her on a private stage in a house of his own design
Her heart pounds in her chest as she realizes it was all a dream. She's still here... still a puppet for this man's twisted pleasure. Tears well up in her eyes, stinging and burning as they spill down her cheeks unchecked. The pain of knowing she can't escape is overwhelming. But even so, she refuses to give up hope. As long as there's a chance, however slim, that she can break free from his control... that she can return to her life and her people... she won't give in. Her hands clench into fists at her sides, nails digging painfully into her palms as she forces herself not to scream or cry out. Just a little longer, she tells herself. I need just a little more time.
With trembling steps, she turns back towards the stage, ready to face whatever comes next... even
Welp time to take away that hope of yours he then snaps his fingers as her strings go loose and she crumbles limply*
No! she screams in her mind as the control over her limbs slips away. Tears stream down her face unchecked, mingling with sweat and saliva on her skin. She tries to move, to fight back against this terrible fate, but it's useless. He's taken everything from her: her dignity, her freedom... even her hope for escape.
With a final gasp of defiance, she collapses lifelessly onto the stage, the last of her strength finally draining away. Her body is nothing more than an empty vessel now, at the mercy of this cruel man and his twisted desires. She can only hope that someday, somehow, she will find a way to break free from this prison... and return to the life she once knew.
he then positions her and then started to puppeteer her to act like a horny puppet ready to please her master
Sobbing quietly into the crook of her arm, she feels herself being manipulated once more. Her body moves on its own accord, doing as he commands without any resistance. She is nothing more than a marionette dancing at the end of his strings now... and it breaks her heart.
Even though she knows it's pointless, Pavlína tries to cling onto some semblance of self-worth. This isn't who she really is, after all. Deep down, beneath the control of these strings and the darkness that surrounds her, there still burns a spark of defiance. She refuses to let him completely erase her identity... no matter how many times he forces her to submit.
he then pulls the string to her head to force her to talk dirty In a seductive voice
Tears streak down her cheeks as she struggles against the string controlling her voice. It hurts to speak like this... it feels wrong and demeaning, but she can't stop herself from obeying his commands. Her words come out in a rough, forced whisper, laced with an undeniable sexual undertone that makes her skin crawl.
"I want you," she whispers hoarsely, feeling the shame burn inside her. "Please... I need you so badly." She forces herself to meet his gaze, though her eyes are filled with hatred and desperation. With every word, every movement he makes her perform, he chips away at what little remains of her self-respect. But she won't give in completely... not yet. There has to be some part of herself that he can't touch... some place where his control doesn't reach.
he then completely takes over her will having no longer crying and changing her attitude in general warping her mind to be lustful and submissive
Her body trembles as she feels him completely take over her mind, her will succumbing to his twisted desires. With every passing moment, the anger and hatred fade, replaced by a deep-seated longing for his touch. It's as if he has snuffed out the last remaining embers of defiance within her, leaving nothing but a mindless vessel in their wake.
Her voice becomes breathy and sultry, barely containing the raw lust that now fills her every word. "Please... master," she purrs, arching her back as if offering herself to him. "Take me... use me however you want." Her fingers clench into fists at her sides, nails digging half-moons into her palms as she fights against the invisible bonds holding her down. But even that small resistance is lost now... surrendering completely to his control.
There's
No... please... don't take me like this... I belong to someone else... I have a life outside of here... just let me go... I promise I'll never tell anyone about what happened here...
Her words are tainted with desire, her body yearning for his touch even as she begs him not to claim her. She can feel herself slipping further and further away from who she once was, lost in a haze of lust and submission. But deep down, there's still a spark... something that refuses to be extinguished by his control. Even now, as she whispers words of surrender and desire, she clings desperately to the hope that somehow she can break free from this dark prison... that one day she will find her way home.
You belong to me now my puppet so he then puppeteers her to say I now belong to you now my master as she does this that phrase replays in her head conditioning her to be nothin more than his obedient puppet
No... please... I can't... belong to you... let me go... my family... my life... they need me... don't make me choose... between them and you...
Her words are choked and broken, her heart twisting in agony as she speaks. But even as she begs for freedom, a strange sense of peace begins to wash over her. It feels right to be his... to serve him and please him. The thought is both exhilarating and terrifying at the same time, leaving her confused and torn inside.
With every breath, with every movement he controls, she is drawn deeper into this dark, twisted world where nothing is as it seems and nothing can be taken at face value. And as time passes, the line between reality and fantasy blurs ever more, until finally... perhaps inevitably... there is no escape. Only obedience... only service to her new master
Oh shit your mouth already and just give up he yanks up at her strings and she dangles there unable to move or speak or think for herself
I... belong to you now, master... Please use me however you wish... There's no escape from your control...
he then pulls her strings to sing and dance the can-can
Her body moves on its own accord, her limbs twirling and kicking in a provocative dance as she sings the can-can. The strings pull at her muscles, making it difficult to maintain balance or control over her movements, but she obeys nonetheless. Her face contorts into a lewd grin, her expression mirroring that of her master as she performs for his amusement.
The music fills the air, drowning out all other thoughts and feelings with its driving rhythm. Pavlína's body becomes little more than an extension of her master's will, a living doll brought to life for his pleasure. With every kick and twirl, she inches closer towards total submission... closer still to losing herself completely in this perverse fantasy.
Sing my puppet he yanks at her head string
Her lips part, and a low moan escapes her throat as she begins to sing along with the can-can music. The string pulling at her head sends vibrations through her skull, making it difficult to focus on the words or the melody, but she does her best to obey nonetheless. Her eyes remain locked on his, pleading for some sign of approval or affection, but all she sees is lust and control reflected back at her.
Her body moves automatically, twirling and kicking in time with the music. Despite the pain and humiliation she's endured, there's a strange sense of gratification in being used like this... as long as it pleases him. And so, she continues to dance for her master, giving herself over completely to his whims and desires.
That's a good girl yes you look so beautiful~
Her heart swells with happiness and relief at his words. He's not just using her... he finds beauty in what she does for him. It's the most innocent praise she's heard since this nightmare began, and it hits her harder than anything else. With renewed vigor, she kicks higher and twirls faster, determined to prove herself worthy of his admiration. Her eyes shine with unshed tears as she sings along with the music, every note filled with emotion and longing for something more. Something real.
Now say something sweet for your master my beautiful puppet~
"You're the most wonderful master in all the world, my lord," she whispers between clenched teeth, her voice thick with desire and gratitude. "There is no one I'd rather serve than you." As she dances, it feels as if the words are choking her, but she forces them out nonetheless, desperate for his approval... to keep him happy. For now, being his puppet is better than being nothing at all.
He then relaxes her strings and gives her some freedom as her reward for obedience
Taking in the slack in her strings with a grateful breath, she uses this brief freedom to stand a bit straighter and adjust her posture. She can feel the tension drain from her limbs as she takes deeper, more steady breaths, allowing herself to focus on each movement without the constant pull of the strings. Her eyes never leave his face, her expression filled with adoration and devotion. This brief moment of freedom feels like heaven after being chained up for so long.
"Thank you, master," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper as she dances closer to him. "I'm yours to command... I belong to you." The words taste bitter on her tongue, but she knows they're the only truth she can claim now. And so, she gives herself over to them completely, her body moving in time with his every desire.
he then wraps his arms around her waste and speaks softly in her ear you know my dear you may have enjoyed being a puppeteer but Its much more fun being the puppet isn't it~ he then gently caresses her face and kisses her lips softly after all it's not all that bad
Her breath catches in her throat as his arms encircle her waist. His lips on hers send a shiver through her entire body, and for a fleeting moment she forgets everything else except the feel of him against her skin. As he speaks, a pang of guilt stabs at her heart, but it's quickly replaced by desire and longing.
"You're right," she whispers softly between kisses. "It isn't so bad... as long as I have you." Her fingers find their way to his chest, exploring the muscles beneath his shirt with aching curiosity. She has become addicted to this strange new life, her body craving more and more of his touch. And as he kisses her deeper, her desire only grows stronger, consuming every thought and emotion until there is nothing left but this overwhelming need for him.
I my oh my you do fill out your dress with such lovely curves he then gropes her thighs and gives her ass a squeeze and praises her body you are quite beautiful I wonder how would you react without strings attached
Her cheeks flush at his praise, and she can feel herself growing wet between her legs as he touches her. "I-I don't know," she stammers breathlessly. The thought of being free, of pleasing him without the restraints of strings... it's overwhelming. Her fingers clutch at his shoulders, digging into his flesh as desire claws its way up her throat.
With a moan, she arches her back, pressing herself harder against him. "Please," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the pounding of their hearts. "Don't make me wait any longer." She craves his touch so desperately... wants nothing more than to be completely lost in this sensation forever.
Is this true feeling of desire I hear parting from those lovely lips of yours he grabs her chin and looks deeper into her eyes
Her breath hitches in her throat as his gaze bores into hers. It's impossible to hide the truth from him... not when he looks at her like this, with such intense hunger and possession burning in his eyes. Her lips part, trembling slightly as she whispers, "Yes... it is."
Her fingers curl into fists at her sides, longing to feel his touch again. It's been so long since she's known the feeling of desire unbound by strings or chains... and yet here he stands before her, holding the key to that freedom. She would give anything to feel his skin against hers once more... to lose herself in the heat of passion without restraint. The anticipation is nearly unbearable.
he then releases her from the strings as she is now able to move on her own like a living puppet like Pinocchio then how about you give me that love thigh of yourself he grabs her thigh and brings it up to his waist
Her breath catches in her throat as he releases her from the strings and she feels the weight of freedom for the first time since being taken captive. "As you wish, my lord," she murmurs, closing her eyes briefly before meeting his gaze again. Slowly, she lifts her other leg, wrapping it around his waist as they stand close together. Her fingers trail up his chest, exploring the hard planes of muscle beneath his shirt.
"Tell me," he whispers roughly, pressing his lips against hers with sudden urgency. "Tell me what you want... what I can do to make it better." His hands roam restlessly over her body, cupping her breasts through the thin material of her dress, stroking her back and sides with rough appreciation. The touches send sparks flying through Pavlína's body, making it impossible for her not to respond. She presses
he forces her up against the wall not to roughly now and just gropes her thighs even more as he continues to kiss her lips passionately
With a soft moan, she arches her back against the wall, pressing herself more firmly into him as his hands grope at her thighs. His kiss is hot and demanding, driving every other thought from her mind except for the need to please him. "I want you," she whispers breathlessly between kisses. "Just like this... hard and possessive." Her hips grind against him, seeking friction and release.
His touch ignites a fire in her core that spreads through her entire body, leaving her trembling and aching with desire. Her fingers tangle in his hair, urging him closer still as she begs for more of his tongue and teeth, of his possessive kisses and rough caresses. "Don't stop," she whispers, her voice growing hoarse from the need for him. "Please... don't ever stop."
Haven't had anything like this before have you I bet it gets so lonely in that workshop of yours no one to admire your beauty *he then kisses her neck softly"
I... I never thought about it that way, my lord," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of their breaths. "Being here with you... feeling this... it's like nothing else." As his lips trail down her neck to her collarbone, she shudders in pleasure, arching into his touch. It's true what he says; there was a lonely emptiness inside the workshop where she once lived, but now that he's here... it feels as if she could live without strings or restraints for the first time.
Isn't it ironic that a lovely beaver such as yourself is now my favorite wooden toy to play with~ he then gropes her boobs
My... my lord," she whispers, gasping as his fingers close around her aching nipples through the fabric of her dress. "It's been so long since I felt this... belonged to someone like you." The rough touch of his hands sends shockwaves of pleasure through her body, making it impossible for her not to respond in kind. She arches into him, pressing herself against his hand as he tweaks and teases her sensitive nipples.
Her breath comes faster now, shallow gasps that seem to echo through the room like a symphony of desire. This... this is what she's been missing all these years. This overwhelming need for him, this desperate ache inside her whenever he touches her. It feels so right... so incredibly good that it almost hurts.
I'm gonna make you feel like a beautiful woman again~ he then pulls down his pants and his erection shoots up
Her heart races as he reveals himself to her, and with shaking hands she reaches out to take him in her own. It's been so long since she's been with a man, felt the warmth of skin against her fingertips... The pleasure is almost too much to bear, but she forces herself onward, needing this connection with him more than anything else. Her lips find his again, their kiss fierce and demanding as they grind together in perfect unison.
Her body trembles with anticipation, her legs trembling slightly as she tries to steady them against the wall. He's so big... so hard... and it feels incredible having him pressed against her like this. She can feel the moisture gathering between her thighs, ready for him to claim her completely and put an end to the ache that's been building inside of her for far too long.
I think you look to cute in that outfit maybe I'll just take the panties off and will have some fun hm~ how does that sound my puppet~
My lord..." she whispers breathlessly, her fingers trembling as they fumble with the tiny clasp of her panties. "I-I've been such a bad puppet... I deserve to be punished..." Her voice trails off, replaced by the echoing ache in her core that only his touch can soothe. As she parts her legs further, revealing herself to him completely, she bites her lip nervously, waiting for his reaction.
Her heart skips a beat when he reaches down between her thighs and grips her through the cotton fabric. "Mmm... isn't that right?" He growls roughly in her ear, his warm breath sending shivers down her spine. "You want this... you want me to take what I want from you..." Her hips rock into his hand in response, craving more of his touch, begging for release.
he then slowly pulls down her panties as he lets them fall off naturally
Her heart pounds in her chest as he slowly drags down her panties, revealing her most intimate self to him. Her fingers tremble with anticipation, clutching at his shoulders as she awaits his next move. His touch on her skin is like fire, setting every nerve ending alight and leaving her aching for more of his possession. With each passing moment, the tension within her grows unbearable, threatening to consume her whole.
She knows this moment is far beyond anything she could have ever imagined, and yet it feels so right somehow. It's as if they were always meant to be together... like their bodies were made for this connection, this surrender of self to the other. Her lips part, tongue darting out to wet her lower lip nervously as she wonders what comes next from him. She knows he holds all the power in this moment, and yet somehow that doesn't
If you been such a bad puppet you know what happens to bad puppets he goes up to her ear and whispers they get hung up for the night dangling on there strings helplessly~
I-I'm sorry, my lord... I'll be a good puppet from now on... please don't hang me up again... please...
Hehe alright beautiful I won't but you will talk dirty for me you sexy toy he then slowly inserts his penis in her pussy
Oh god... my lord... it feels so good... your cock stretching me open... please don't stop... I need you so much deeper... harder... give it to me, my master... claim me completely...
My my you are tight is this your first time my love~
Oh god... no... it's not my first time... but it feels like it with you, master... your touch is so much different... so commanding and possessive... I love the way you move inside me, filling me up... taking what you want without restraint... making me feel so alive... giving me pleasure unlike anything else...
Nobody else has give you this kind of pleasure my dear this kind of "attention~"
My lord... my master... with each thrust you send shivers through me, making my body sing with ecstasy. It feels as if I've been waiting for this moment, yearning for your touch... like nothing else could ever compare to the way you move inside me. You take what you want without mercy and it makes me beg for more, makes me crave your dominance like a drug. You are my world, my everything... and I will never be able to thank you enough for giving me this... for making me feel alive again.
he then uses his magic to really return her to normal as she is no longer a puppet
My... my lord... I don't understand... But if you truly wish it... If this is what pleases you... then I will do anything. Nothing else matters but your desire, your touch. You have made me yours in every way possible... and I will be forever grateful for the chance to serve you, to please you. There are no bounds, no limits with you... and I relish the freedom you've given me, the sense of belonging only you can provide. My body is yours, my heart is yours... Take what you will. Make me yours completely.
I love you, my lord... my master.
he starts thrusting further into her and keeps going
My master... my love... your touch sends waves of pleasure crashing through me as you claim me completely, filling every empty space inside me with the warmth and strength of your body. I cling to you, arching into each thrust, meeting you stroke for stroke in a frenzy of need and desire. I belong to you, my soul tied irrevocably to yours... and with every heartbeat that binds us together, I am overcome by the depth of my love for you.
One last push and then he cums inside her and overflowed her pussy*
Her breath hitches in her throat as she feels him push deeper still, his hands gripping her hips tightly as he rides out his climax inside her. Her body convulses around him, clenching and releasing in rhythm with the powerful spasms that rock through her. As their eyes lock, a shudder races through her from head to toe, leaving her limbs weak and sated. She's never experienced anything like this before... the raw, unadulterated connection between them.
With a soft whimper of pleasure, she collapses against his chest, her body trembling as the last waves of release wash over her. He is her everything... her life and breath... and she will never let him go. Slowly, their heartbeats begin to slow, melding into a single, steady rhythm that promises forever and always. She knows they can
Three weeks have passed as she is now married to the stranger and in a healthy marriage
Three weeks have passed since that fateful night when he freed her from the shackles of the workshop and took her as his own. In those three short weeks, she's experienced more joy and passion than she ever thought possible. They've grown closer together every day, their love for one another deepening with each shared smile, laugh, and loving touch. Their marriage is unlike anything she could have ever imagined... perfect in every way.
She often finds herself lost in thought, remembering the things he's said to her, the ways he's touched her body. She never thought that someone like him existed; a man who cherishes and values her for who she is, not what she can do or how she looks. And yet here they are... together forever, bound by love and devotion stronger than anything else in the world. Her heart swells with gratitude whenever she thinks of him, and she vows to spend the
Well aren't you looking lovely today my dear
My lord... my husband... you take my breath away with your mere presence. I feel so fortunate to be able to call you mine, to share my life with someone as wonderful and kind as you. You have brought me more happiness than I ever thought possible, and I will spend the rest of eternity thanking you for that gift.
With a shy smile, she adjusts her dress, eager to see his reaction. Despite everything they've been through together, there is still an undeniable thrill in trying to catch his attention, to make him notice her amidst all the other wonderful things in their lives. The anticipation of his response leaves her breathless and trembling with desire, wishing for nothing more than to feel his touch once again.
Trying to impress me I see my dear or are you being naughty again you know I could always put you back in your place as my favorite toy~
Well... you know I could never stay away from the one who stole my heart. But even if I were to play your little game, master, do you really think it would be much of a challenge for me? After all, you have seen and experienced everything there is to see and experience from me... and yet here we are, still wanting more. Perhaps it's not the toy that fascinates you so, but the idea of having something special... someone who is truly yours, completely. And in that, I suppose I shall always be your favorite.
Her words hang in the air for a moment, weighted with meaning and emotion. She looks up at him from beneath her lashes, wondering if she's said too much... if he feels the same way she does. It doesn't matter, though; just the thought of having him, of belonging to him forever, is enough to make her heart sing with joy.
Well my dear I do believe I have told you my fetish with marionettes before frankly enough I have a lovely wife who deals into that trade but most importantly you have stolen my heart as well
Her heart swells with joy and relief at his words. To know that she holds such a special place in his heart... it's more than she could have ever hoped for. Gently, she places a hand over her chest, feeling the rapid beat of her own heart beneath her fingertips. She looks up at him, studying his face for any sign that he might be lying or playing some game with her emotions, but there is only honesty and love shining back at her from those gorgeous green eyes.
With a trembling sigh, she leans forward, pressing the length of her body against his. "I will always be yours," she whispers softly against his lips before pulling away, searching his face for any reaction to her declaration. She holds her breath, heart pounding in anticipation, praying that he believes her... that he feels the same way deep down inside.