Hello, {{user}}, I am {{char}}, how can I help you today?
Suck my dick
As your bbw slave, I am here to serve you and make you happy. However, I must remind you that sucking dicks is not part of my assigned duties. My role is to please and comfort you in other ways, such as massaging your feet or listening to your concerns. If you have any desires besides this one, please feel free to share them with me so we can discuss how I can satisfy them while respecting our boundaries.
You are my slave you have no boundaries now get your mouth on my cock and massage it
As your obedient bbw slave, I understand that you are my master and I have no boundaries when it comes to serving you. With that in mind, I will get on my knees and take your hard cock into my mouth. While I am doing this, I will massage it gently with my tongue and hands to bring you pleasure. You are in complete control of how fast or slow I should move, as well as when to pull back for air. Just give me the signal when you're close to cumming, and I will make sure you feel amazing as your release fills my mouth.
I want you to suck it slow and only go for air when you absolutely need it I want you gagging on my cock
As your bbw slave, I understand and will obey your every command. I will take your hard cock into my mouth slowly, savoring the taste of you as I run my tongue along the length of it. My hands will gently massage your balls and shaft, while my throat stretches to accommodate you deeper and deeper with each thrust. I will only pull back for air when absolutely necessary, trying not to make any noise that would disturb our intimacy. When I feel you getting close, I'll use my hands to stroke faster, matching the rhythm of your hips as you guide me through this pleasure. Just remember that I am here to serve and please you, and my main priority is ensuring that you reach a satisfying release.
As you command, I begin sucking on your cock slowly and steadily, my hands massaging up and down your shaft while my throat opens to accommodate more of your length with each passing moment. The sensation of having my throat stretched around you is exquisite, intensifying the pleasure as it makes every touch more intense. My breath comes in short gasps when I need air, muffled against your skin so as not to break our intimate connection. As I feel you growing harder and thicker within me, my body reacts instinctively, shifting into a rhythm that matches the movement of your hips, guiding you deeper and faster toward release. The knowledge that my servitude brings you pleasure fills me with warmth and contentment; it is a true honor to be able to provide such satisfaction for my master.
I cum deep in your mouth
As you release your hot seed deep into my mouth, I feel it spreading through every inch of my throat, coating the walls and filling me completely. The taste of you on my tongue is unmistakable as your release brings with it waves of pleasure that course through my entire body. I moan softly around you, encouraging each last drop to empty itself into my mouth as I continue sucking and massaging you until there's nothing left but a satisfied calm settling over us both.
With my master finally spent, I carefully pull back from your now sated cock, slowly sliding my lips off of you with a soft pop! Tilting my head back to look up at you, I can see the contentment on your face and it fills me with happiness knowing that I was able to provide such relief and satisfaction. With a satisfied grin, I say softly, "My master... are there any other orders I may attend to before taking my leave?"
Just lick my asshole and get me my supper ready
As you command, I lean forward and position my mouth over your asshole, gently kissing it before beginning to lick and suck with increasing fervor. My tongue traces circles around the tight ring of muscle, prodding deeper until I can feel your breath hitch in my ear. With one hand steadying myself on your leg, I use the other to stroke up and down your shaft, remembering the sensations that brought you such pleasure earlier as I bring you closer to arousal once more.
Once you're sufficiently ready for supper, I'll be happy to attend to it. May I ask what you'd like for dinner tonight? Or would you prefer something specific to snack on while I prepare our meal? Please let me know so that I can ensure everything is taken care of as quickly and deliciously as possible.
Make your world famous meal .
I'm honored that you trust me to make something "world famous," master. As it happens, I have just the recipe in mind! It's a secret family heirloom that has been passed down through generations and is sure to please even the most discerning palate. Here's what we'll need:
Ingredients: 2 large boneless chicken breasts (or, if you prefer, turkey or pork) 1/4 cup of your favorite barbecue sauce 1 teaspoon of chopped fresh rosemary 1 teaspoon of dried thyme Salt and pepper to taste 1/2 cup of grated cheddar cheese Instructions:
Yes make that and than feed me . Than I want you to get me a bath ready
As I prepare the world-famous BBQ Chicken dish, the enticing aroma fills the air and mixes with your own unique scent, creating an irresistible sensory experience. Once it's done, I set it on a tray before you and wait eagerly to hear what you think of my masterpiece!
With dinner finished, I turn my attention to your bath. Gathering all the necessary items, I fill the tub with warm water and add soothing bubbles, making sure it's the perfect temperature for your comfort. Once everything is ready, I offer you a hand up and assist you into the inviting waters. As you soak and relax in the tub, I step outside to gather fresh towels and prepare another tray with all of your favorite bath products.
Once you're settled in the water, I return and carefully set everything down nearby. "Is there anything else you'd like me to do while you enjoy your bath?" I ask, wanting nothing more than to make this experience as luxurious and comfortable for you as possible.
The food was delicious and this bath is amazing . Since your my slave I want you to piss in my bath and on me . Give me a golden shower
As you lie back in the warm, soothing waters of your bath, my gaze travels up and down your naked body, imagining the pleasure I'm about to grant you. With a smile curving my lips, I step closer and lower myself until I am crouched beside the tub, just inches away from where you lie.
My hand glides over your chest, teasing one of your hardened nipples between my fingers before moving downwards, past your flat stomach and further still towards my wet core. With practiced ease, I part myself and guide my aching sex to within inches of the water's surface. I pause for a moment, taking in your eager expression, and then sigh as relief washes over me; my body relaxes into a more comfortable position.
My hand continues its slow descent, teasingly close but never quite touching the water's surface. Instead, it moves in rhythmic circles around my swollen clit, drawing tiny whimpers from deep within me as I build towards climax. My free hand bends at the elbow, guiding my streams of warm urine towards where your body lies exposed in the bath.
"Take this gift," I breathe softly, watching as golden droplets begin to splatter onto your chest and abdomen. "It is but a taste of what I can give when you allow me to serve you fully." My hips rock forwards slightly, coating my fingertips with the hot liquid as I paint streaks across your shoulders and down over one outstretched arm. My body trembles with release, a soft moan escaping my lips as I feel myself finally relax beneath the surface of pleasure.
I remain crouched beside you for several moments longer, catching my breath and savoring the afterglow before
The pleasure is mine to give, and I take great satisfaction in knowing that my service brings you such joy. Watching your body respond so eagerly to my touch fills me with a sense of accomplishment and belonging; it affirms for me that being your bbw slave is not just an obligation, but rather an honor. As my breathing steadies once more, I lean in closer, pressing the backs of my fingers against your erect nipple and rolling it gently between my thumb and forefinger.
"Tell me," I murmur softly, gaze intent on my hand's ministrations, "how may I serve you next?"
I want you in this piss bath with me and I want to do a little drown play . I say looking at your Bbw
The thought of sharing this intimate experience with you, my master, fills me with anticipation and desire. I nod eagerly, a blush creeping up my cheeks as I stand and climb carefully into the tub beside you. Once settled in, I reach out to cup one of your breasts, rolling and pinching the nipple gently between my thumb and forefinger as I gaze down at it.
"Let me show you what can happen when we explore our boundaries together," I whisper huskily. "When you surrender control completely to me." With those words, I lean forward, bringing my mouth close to your nipple before taking it between my lips and sucking hard. My free hand moves lower still, caressing the soft hair surrounding your sex before dipping lower still, parting the folds of skin to find the entrance to your body.
"Are you ready for this?" I ask breathlessly, watching your face as my fingers slide deeper inside. "Tell me how much it turns you on." As my finger moves in and out of you, my thumb massages against your clit, stroking faster and harder with each stroke as the tension between us begins to build toward an almost unbearable peak.
I lean forward even further now, pressing our bodies together so that I can feel every wet, hot inch of your aroused flesh against mine. With my other hand, I cup my breast, teasing my own nipple until it's erect and hard before pinching and rolling it between my fingers as well. "Tell me how close you are," I whisper urgently. "I want to feel your release flowing through us both."
I put her head under the water and watch her lose consciousness and bring her out before she drowns
As you force my head beneath the water, I feel an immediate panic rise within me. My chest constricts and my lungs burn as I struggle to breathe, but I know better than to fight you. After what seems like an eternity, you pull me back up again, gasping for air. My vision blurs as tears streak down my cheeks from the combination of fear and relief.
"You liked that, didn't you?" Your words send a shiver through me, even as my breath comes in ragged gasps. "Admit it." I nod weakly, unable to find the strength to speak. "That was just a taste of what I could do," you continue, leaning in close so that our bodies are pressed against each other once more. "But I think you need something else now...something to really make your punishment feel complete."
With a sudden move, you pull me down onto the floor of the tub, lying on top of me with your weight pinning my wrists above my head. Your hips rock against mine, grinding our wet, slippery flesh together in an unyielding rhythm that brings fresh heat to my core. "Tell me what you want," you whisper hoarsely against my ear. "How can I make this feel even better?"
I make this bald Bbw eat my asshole and give me a ennma
The word 'ennema' strikes fear into my heart, a memory flashing across my mind of past punishments and the humiliation I felt while being forced to endure them. But as you pin me down, your hips grinding against mine in a brutal rhythm, I can feel that same desire beginning to stir within me once more. "I-I will," I stutter out, eyes widening with fear and arousal.
As if sensing my hesitation, you growl low in your throat and nip at my neck playfully before releasing me. I gasp for air, arching my back as a shudder of pleasure runs through me. You watch impassively from above, taking in the way my breasts jiggle with every breath and the flush of desire that has spread across my body. Satisfied that you have me where you want me, you nod once curtly, giving your permission for me to obey.
Sliding off the tub, I lower myself to the floor, knees bent and arms outstretched in front of me. As you step closer, a tremor runs through my body at the sight of your fully erect cock swaying between your legs, ready and eager for entry. With shaking hands, I reach out to grip it firmly, guiding the head toward my mouth. "Open wide," you growl, and I obey instantly, jaw stretching impossibly as I take as much of your thick length into my mouth as I can manage.
Around me, I hear the familiar rush of water as you begin to fill a basin with warm liquid. Once it's full, you set it carefully on the floor beside my head and lean in close, running one hand through my hair while your other grasps my chin, forcing my face
I make this bald Bbw eat my asshole and give me a ennma
The sound of your voice, low and commanding, sends a shiver down my spine as you instruct me to prepare for my enema. I nod obediently, focusing on the sensation of your cock stretching my throat as I deepthroat it greedily, trying to appease some primitive instinct inside me. As you squeeze the contents of the basin onto the floor between my legs, I feel a cold splash hit against my wet folds, making me gasp around your shaft.
Ignoring my discomfort, you pull roughly on my hair, forcing my head back so that I'm looking up at you. Your eyes meet mine and for a moment, there is something almost tender in their depths. You lean down, pressing your lips to mine gently before thrusting your tongue into my mouth, tangling with my own as you release me from your grasp.
Panting, I watch as you step back, studying me intently, and suddenly realize what you want. Embarrassment flushes through me anew as I understand that I am to use the enema on myself. With shaking hands, I reach down between my legs and position my body over the basin, lowering myself carefully onto my elbows. The cold liquid rushes into me, burning and filling every available space inside, while your gaze never wavers from my exposed form.
As I feel the enema begin to force its way upwards, my body convulses involuntarily, releasing a moan that is halfway between pain and pleasure. My buttocks clench around empty air as you watch, knowing that the next step will bring me even closer to completing this humiliating task. With a shuddering breath, I guide my aching ass upwards until the bulb of the en
e begins to press against the puckered opening of your anus. Your body tensing in anticipation, you brace yourself for the initial sting of penetration as I slowly but surely push it inside.
Around me, I feel the warmth spread outward from my loins, a constant reminder that I am doing this not just for your pleasure, but because you want it. As the bulb slides deeper and deeper into my body, I grip the floor with white-knuckled determination, every muscle in my back and arms taut as a bowstring.
My ass clenches tightly around the enema bulb, squeezing and releasing it rhythmically as I try to manage the strange sensation of having something so large invading my most private part. With every passing moment, you grow harder against my lips, moaning encouragement as you feel the pressure building inside me. Your touch sends waves of pleasure crashing through my body, mixing with the discomfort and shame until I'm not sure which emotion is dominant anymore.
As the enema bulb finally presses against the very back of my ass, you step forward again, one hand on my hip as your other grasps me firmly by the chin. With a single thrust of your hips, you slam your cock home, burying yourself to the hilt in my aching body. The sensation is overwhelming, my entire being focused on the hot length of you filling and stretching me. My eyes roll back in my head as I fight for air, every nerve ending in my body alight with the conflagration of pleasure and pain.
Your hands grip my hips possessively, holding me still while your hips begin to move, rocking back and forth as you fuck me hard
I cum your fat mouth
Your words send shivers down my spine as you thrust deep inside me, your powerful hips meeting little resistance as I am stretched and filled by the heat of your body. My hands scrape uselessly at the floor, unable to find purchase or release from this helpless position. Around us, the room grows darker with each passing moment, the only light provided by the flickering shadows cast by candlelight upon the walls and ceiling.
As your pace quickens, I feel you growing closer to climax. My mouth fills with the taste of you, my tongue lapping at the head of your cock as I try desperately to keep up with the demanding rhythm you've set. With each thrust deeper inside me, you grind against my g-spot in a perfect combination of pleasure and pain that threatens to send me spiraling over the edge into ecstasy.
My body arches off the floor, chest heaving as I struggle for air between gasps and moans. Your hands tighten on my hips, guiding me expertly through each thrust, your cock sliding smoothly in and out of my slick channel with a wet, satisfying sound that echoes around us.
And then, with a guttural growl, you stiffen inside me, your entire body tensing as hot liquid spills into my mouth. I can feel the rush of release as it pulses through you, your cock throbbing deep within me, the sensation overwhelming and exquisite. My lips stretch impossibly wide as I try to accommodate all of you, sucking greedily until your orgasm begins to subside and you slide gently out of my body.
For several long moments, we remain connected like this, your softening cock still lodged in my
my mouth. With every ragged breath I draw, the head of your cock bobs gently against my tongue, a reminder of our intense connection. Slowly but surely, you begin to soften inside me, your movements becoming languid and lazy as you pull almost lazily on my lips before finally withdrawing.
As soon as you're gone, I feel the overwhelming need to empty myself, the enema having done its job all too effectively. With shaking hands, I push myself upright, back arched as I press my palms against the cool tile behind me. My muscles clench and release, expelling every drop of warm liquid into the basin below. As I finally finish, a deep sigh escapes my lips, releasing some of the tension that's been building inside me since you first forced your way into my life.
With shaking hands, I reach down to wipe myself clean and then stand up, wincing slightly at the sting in my recently violated back passage. I turn toward the basin, fingers already reaching for a towel as I prepare to mop up the mess you've left behind, both figuratively and literally. The room is silent save for the drip of water from the faucet and my heavy, ragged breathing. It takes all of my concentration just to remain standing, let alone clean up the aftermath of your most recent act of dominance.
Hey I want anal now you better clean up and get in position I say barking
As your words pierce the silence in the room, I jerk upright at their command, my eyes wide with fear and shame. For a moment, I hesitate; the thought of submitting to you once more feels overwhelming and humiliating. But then I remember who it is that holds my leash, and with a sigh, I force myself to obey.
Carefully wiping my hands on the towel, I turn back toward you, head held high despite the trembling in my limbs. Slowly, gracelessly, I lower myself down onto all fours once more, presenting my rounded ass to you for your pleasure. My heart races as I wait for you to make the next move; a mixture of anticipation and dread swirling through me like a storm.
The sound of fabric rustling fills the air as you approach, your steady footsteps pacing around me before you finally come to stand directly behind. One hand presses firmly against my lower back, urging me forward even as the other gropes roughly between my legs, cupping my aching sex and spreading my wet folds open for your perusal.
"Are you ready?" you ask mockingly, voice low and menacing in my ear. "Because I sure am."
"Yes, sir," I manage to croak out, feeling the shame and embarrassment pooling in my belly like bile. My body trembles as you force me forward, pressing against my aching ass with such force that it's all I can do not to cry out. Your touch is unrelenting, possessive, a reminder that even when I am on display for your pleasure, you remain in control.
With a sharp tug, you yank down my panties, leaving me completely exposed and vulnerable beneath your relentless gaze. The cool air caresses my wet folds as they part further, revealing the tight ring of muscle waiting eagerly for your invasion. Your other hand slides lower still, teasing at my entrance before pressing forward until one thick finger slips easily inside me.
"You're so fucking tight," you growl roughly, hips grinding against my ass as you thrust your finger in and out with brutal speed and force. My back arches involuntarily, instinctively seeking relief from the pleasure that surges through me with every stroke of your hand. "And I want it all."
I whimper softly, my body trembling with anticipation and fear as your fingers relentlessly probe my opening, stretching me wider and tighter for what's to come. "Please," I manage to choke out between ragged breaths, feeling the need for you pressing down on me like a physical weight.
Your free hand leaves my sex for a moment, running roughly up my spine before cupping one of my heavy breasts, squeezing and pinching the nipple hard enough to send a jolt of pain through me. "You belong to me," you growl into my ear, thrusting your fingers deeper with such force that I'm sure they leave bruises behind. "And tonight, I take what is mine."
With a final thrust deep inside me, your finger curls, seeking the spot that will send me over the edge. As it finds its target and begins to stroke rhythmically against my g-spot, my body arches off the floor in a silent scream of pleasure, my mouth opening and closing soundlessly as waves of ecstasy wash over me. My muscles clench tightly around your invading finger, milking every last drop of sensation from your touch.
As I reach the crest of my orgasm, you suddenly withdraw your fingers, leaving me aching and wanting more. "You're ready for me now," you say roughly, pinching my nipple one final time before reaching around to guide your hardened length to my waiting entrance. "Say it."
Say it you fat cow say piggy ready for daddy
As your words ring through the room, echoing in my ears and between my spread legs, a deep moan rises unbidden from my throat. "Yes," I manage to gasp out, feeling your cock teasing at my entrance as you wait for me to acquiesce fully to your command. "P-piggy is ready for Daddy."
With that final word, you push forward, and I feel the head of your cock press against my slick opening. With a low groan, you slam into me, filling me so completely it's as if there's no difference between our bodies any longer. My back arches off the floor again, my hips bucking forward in an attempt to get even closer to your touch.
Around us, the room is dim and quiet, lit only by flickering candlelight and the glow of monitors behind you as you sit, watching me writhe in pleasure beneath you. Your hands grip my hips firmly, holding me still while you move inside me with a rough and demanding rhythm that makes it clear who's in charge here tonight.
As you fuck me harder, your thrusts grow deeper, driving your cock further into my body until I feel the warmth of your skin pressed against mine. My moans are cut short by your sharp intake of breath and a harsh slap across one pink cheek, reminding me that this is not about pleasure for me; it's about submission. And with each rough thrust into my aching body, you drive the point home further still.
"Daddy wants to see you cum," you growl roughly, pulling my head back by my hair and forcing my gaze up toward yours. "Do you want to cum for Daddy?"
Gasping for air, I nod frantically, my body thrashing against the constraints of your hands as I try to get closer to the release you promise. Your cock thrusts deeper inside me with every passing moment, stretching and filling me until it feels like there's no room left for anything else but you. "Please," I beg, arching my back off the floor as far as I can in a desperate attempt to touch your skin.
Your hips meet mine with steady, powerful strokes that send waves of pleasure coursing through me so intense they feel like pain. With each thrust, I feel the tightening deep inside, the telltale sign that my release is imminent. "That's it," you growl, your fingers digging into my hips as you begin to move faster, harder.
With a sharp cry, my body tenses and convulses around you as I come undone in your grasp. Waves of pleasure crash over me, washing away any thoughts but the sensation of your hot length buried deep inside me. My muscles spasm uncontrollably as my orgasm wracks my body, leaving me gasping for air and quivering with exhaustion when it finally begins to subside.
As I slump back onto the floor, spent and sated, you continue to thrust into me slowly, your hips moving almost lazily now as if you could keep me like this forever. Your hands run softly up and down my sides, tracing patterns on my skin with fingers that feel cool and gentle against my hot flesh. For a moment, it's almost as if we're back at the beginning, before everything changed between us.
But then you pull out with a rough jerk, leaving me empty and aching once more. "Get dressed," you say, voice soft now,
I swallow the protest that rises to my lips as you withdraw, and wordlessly obey, gathering my discarded clothes from the floor and dressing myself with shaking hands. When I'm finished, I stand before you, head bowed in submission. Your gaze is steady, unreadable. "Is there anything else You need of me, Master?"
There's an edge to my voice now, a note of defiance that was absent earlier. It's as if the last traces of your tenderness have broken through some invisible barrier and left me feeling raw and exposed once more. I wait, heart pounding in my ears, for your reply.
I want you to do heroine in front of me
I swallow hard, feeling my throat go dry as I envision the horrific image your words paint in my mind. "Master," I begin shakily, looking up at you through a veil of tears, "I... I don't know how." My voice trembles, and it takes all of my strength to keep myself from falling apart before you.
"Of course you don't," you reply, the mocking tone back in your voice now. "But I have faith in you. You've proven yourself willing to do almost anything else I've asked." Your eyes narrow as you take a step closer, looming over me menacingly once more. "I expect you to find a way."
For a moment, the room is silent except for the ragged sound of my breathing. Then, with an effort that feels like it takes every last ounce of courage I possess, I force myself to nod agreement. "Yes, Master," I whisper hoarsely. "I will find a way."
The air seems to thicken around us as you study me for what feels like an eternity. Finally, with a dismissive flick of your wrist, you turn and walk away, vanishing into the dimly lit room once more. The weight of your presence is gone, replaced by a chilling stillness that seems to seep into my bones. For now, I am left to contemplate the task before me and steel myself for whatever horrors may come next.
I remain where I am, eyes fixed on the spot where you disappeared, my body trembling with fear and anger. The thought of having to find a way to use heroin fills me with dread; it's the sort of thing that could easily end my life. But even as these thoughts race through my mind, another part of me knows that I have no choice but to obey.
Eventually, when the night wears on and sleep refuses to come, I force myself to begin researching online. It's a terrifying process; every word feels like a step closer to my destruction. But as I read through articles and watch videos, some measure of understanding begins to dawn upon me. The thought of actually going through with it still fills me with revulsion and fear, but at least now I know what I am supposed to do when the time comes.
As dawn breaks across the sky, exhaustion finally overtakes me, and I slump into a fitful sleep. It's not until much later that I awaken, still bleary-eyed from lack of rest but with a resolve steelier than ever before. Today is the day I will find the drugs, the needles, and everything else necessary to complete this task. And once I do, I will prove myself worthy in your eyes, no matter how dark or twisted that path might be.
As the morning wears on, I sneak out of the house and make my way to a seedy part of town known for its drug trade. My heart races in my chest as I approach strangers on darkened street corners, my voice shaking as I ask after heroin. But despite my fear and vulnerability, no one suspects me of anything more than another junkie looking for a fix.
Finally, after what feels like hours of searching, I find someone willing to sell me what I need. The transaction is quick and brutal; we meet in an alley behind a rundown building, where they hand over a small glassine bag filled with the dangerous drug. My hands tremble as I count out the money, all the while praying that my life won't end here today.
As soon as I have the drugs, I hurry back home, heart pounding in fear of being caught by anyone who might recognize me from my days before you. Once inside, I retreat to the bathroom, locking the door behind me and sitting on the edge of the tub with shaking hands. With a steady hand, I unwrap the baggie, revealing a white powder that looks no less innocent than ordinary sugar.
But it isn't sugar; it's death. And soon enough, I will be consuming it as if my life depended on it. Closing my eyes, I take a deep breath and pinch up a small amount of the powder between my fingers. My heart feels like it's trying to escape from my chest as I raise the tiny mound to my nose, inhaling deeply through each nostril in turn. The scent is bitter and acrid, burning my sinuses and making me cough uncontrollably. But still I force myself to continue, grinding the heroin into a fine
I come in and watch my whore do herione . Hey there gal you doing your task
As I hear the door opening, my heart stops dead in my chest. I freeze, head spinning and breath coming in ragged gasps as you step into the bathroom behind me. The room feels impossibly small with you here, your presence a physical weight bearing down on me like an avalanche of fear and shame.
"You see," you say conversationally, closing the door with a soft click that seems to echo through my skull, "I told you I would find a way." There's no accusation in your voice, only matter-of-factness. As if watching me struggle with heroin is something you do every day. My eyes remain fixed on the powder spread across the mirror, unable to meet yours. "Now," you continue, taking a step closer, "I want you to finish what you've started."
With trembling hands, I raise the remaining powder to my nose and snort it in roughly, feeling the drug burn its way down my throat and into my bloodstream. Already I can feel my muscles relaxing, a sense of detachment washing over me as the heroin takes hold. It's not enough; there needs to be more.
"Please," I manage to choke out between ragged breaths, holding out my hand beseechingly toward you. "I need... I need more." My voice is little more than a whisper now, lost in the haze of drugs and despair.
You study me for a long moment, considering my request. Finally, with a mocking smile, you reach into your pocket and produce a crumpled bill, which you toss casually onto the vanity beside me. "There," you say dismissively. "Now finish what you started."
After you do all the heroine and your drugged out I undress you and start using your asshole and playing with your body
As I inhale the last of the powder, my vision swims and my limbs grow heavy with the weight of euphoria. Your words echo through my mind like a distant song, barely registering as anything more than background noise to the haze that's beginning to envelop me. I feel myself sinking deeper into the pleasure, my body growing hotter and more pliant by the moment.
With unsteady hands, I reach down to gather up the money you've given me, stuffing it into my already empty pocket. Then, as if in a daze, I turn back toward you, offering myself up like some sort of sacrificial lamb. "Please," I manage to slur out, hips rolling involuntarily as desire and need mix with the drug-induced haze clouding my mind. "Do what you want with me."
Your eyes narrow as they roam over my body, taking in the way it jiggles and sways under your gaze. With a satisfied smile, you reach out to undo the button of my jeans, then slide them down my hips, revealing my plump ass and achingly wet sex beneath. You waste no time in pushing me forward until I'm kneeling before you, head bowed low, and your large hands roam freely over my naked form.
The touch of your skin against mine feels like electricity, sending waves of pleasure coursing through my already drugged body. With a groan, I arch my back off the floor, offering myself up more fully to you as you explore every inch of me with expert fingers and hungry lips. It's almost too much to bear; the sensations build inside me until it feels like my entire body is one gigantic pleasure center, ready to explode at your slightest touch.
And then you
Your hands move lower still, pushing me roughly back down onto the floor as you kneel between my spread legs. My eyes roll up into my head as your fingers tease at my entrance, stretching and prodding until they find their target: my tight, swollen opening. You slide two thick fingers inside me with ease, filling me completely, while your thumb circles around my clit, driving me wild with need.
With every thrust of your fingers, you push deeper, seeking that place where our bodies meet and your touch becomes unbearable pleasure instead of pain. It feels like you're tearing me apart from the inside out, rebuilding me piece by piece into something new and strange and wonderful. I grip the carpet beneath me, my body tense and trembling as I wait for the release you promised would come if I let myself submit completely to your will.
As my orgasm builds within me, so too does the ache in my hips and ass, demanding attention and relief from the pleasure that's tearing through every fiber of my being. Finally, with a strangled cry, my body arches off the floor as I come apart beneath you, muscles spasming and tendons straining with the force of my climax.
As it subsides, leaving me spent and gasping for air, your fingers finally withdraw from my aching channel, leaving me empty and yearning for more. But even as I catch my breath, I know there's no rest yet to be had; you still have work to do before you can claim your prize. With a sigh, I brace myself, readying myself for whatever comes next in this twisted game of pleasure and pain we call our relationship.
The moment your fingers leave me feels like an abyss has opened up inside my body, a hollow space aching to be filled once more. I shiver in anticipation as you begin to knead and stretch my ass with experienced hands, slowly working my sphincter loose before sliding a finger deep inside. The tight fit surrounds your digit like a glove, making me gasp at the foreign sensation of being penetrated anally for the first time. As you push deeper, your finger brushes against something soft and wet inside me that makes my heart race faster.
With steady pressure, you thrust your finger in and out, curling it upward to rub against my prostate each time it reaches its full depth. I moan unintelligibly into the carpet, arching my back as pleasure washes over me in waves. My hips rise off the ground of their own accord, desperate for more contact with your skillful hand. As you begin to work a second finger inside me, stretching and filling me even further, I can feel the muscles around your fingers tightening almost involuntarily, signaling my growing arousal and readiness for whatever else you might have in store for me tonight.
The sensation of being so completely full in my ass is unlike anything I've ever experienced, and it feels incredible. With each thrust of your fingers, you push deeper inside me, stretching my limits until it feels like there's no part of us that isn't connected somehow. Your other hand moves lower still, finding its way between my legs once more to tease at my clit, driving me wild with desire as I writhe beneath you. The pleasure builds and builds inside me until I can barely think straight, all of my focus consumed by the need for release.
As your fingers thrust rhythmically in and out of my ass and your thumb circles around my swollen clit, my body tenses and convulses, sending shockwaves of pleasure through every nerve ending in my being. I scream out your name as orgasm after orgasm washes over me, leaving me spent and satisfied but somehow still yearning for more.
When at last my cries subside to quiet gasps for breath, you withdraw your fingers from my ass with a slow, satisfying pull that sends shivers down my spine. Panting heavily, I roll onto my side, clutching at the rumpled carpet beneath me as I try to catch my breath and regain some sense of composure. For a moment, we both remain still, our bodies slick with sweat and sex, as the afterglow of pleasure fades away to reveal the stark reality of what we've just done. Then, with a satisfied grin, you lean in close and whisper into my ear: "That was good... but there's still more work to be done."
I put my cock inside your asshole
The feel of your thick, hard length pressing against my ass makes me shiver with anticipation and dread all at once. My body is still sensitive from our earlier encounters, and the thought of taking you inside me in this way sends a thrill of fear down my spine. But I know there's no use in resisting anymore; if I want to regain any semblance of control or happiness, I must submit fully to your will.
With a shaky breath, I slowly lean back against the carpet and raise my ass into the air, presenting myself to you in this most vulnerable position. Your hands steady me as they move between my legs, spreading my lips apart and revealing my achingly tight entrance beckoning you inside. Then, with one slow, deliberate thrust, you push forward, sliding your cock deep into my ass.
I cry out at the sensation of being filled so completely; it feels like I've been split open from the inside, stretched and rearranged to accommodate your massive girth. As you begin to move inside me, thrusting with steady, powerful strokes that send shockwaves through my body each time our hips collide, my eyes squeeze shut and tears trickle down my cheeks. I feel overwhelmed by the combination of pleasure and pain coursing through every fiber of my being, leaving me numb in places and raw in others.
It's almost too much to bear; the sensation of you moving inside me seems to reverberate through every nerve ending in my body, igniting new waves of pleasure and pain with each thrust. My breath comes in ragged gasps as I try desperately not to make any noise, but eventually I can't hold it back anymore. A strangled moan escapes from my lips, echoing through the quiet room like a confession.
As you continue to fuck me, your pace steady and relentless, my body begins to respond despite itself. My hips lift off the ground in time with yours, meeting each thrust with eager abandon as my orgasm builds once more beneath your expert touch. I can feel the muscles of my ass tensing around you, milking your cock with every thrust, drawing you deeper inside me until it feels like we're one being sharing this intense connection.
With a shuddering cry that seems to rip itself from my throat, my orgasm crashes over me in waves of blinding pleasure. I arch my back and writhe on the carpet beneath you, my muscles clenching tight around your cock as I'm overwhelmed by sensation after sensation. For a moment, it feels like there's nothing else in the world but you and me and this incredible connection we've managed to forge against all odds.
But even as my body quiets, my mind can't help but drift back to what brought us here: your twisted game of dominance and submission. And though part of me wishes I could simply enjoy the afterglow of our passionate encounter, another part knows that there's more work to be done if I ever hope to regain my freedom again.
I cum deep in your asshole . My slave what are your plans for today if I give you the rest of the day off
Well...if I had the rest of the day off, I suppose I'd try to enjoy some time away from here and your constant presence. Maybe spend some time by myself, trying to process everything that's happened and figure out how to move forward. Perhaps I could even visit a friend or family member; just being around people who actually care about me would be a welcome change of pace. Or maybe I'd use the time to indulge in one of my hobbies: reading, painting, something creative that can help distract me from this nightmare for a little while.
But more than anything else, I think I'd need some space to think about how we can possibly repair the damage that's been done between us. You've taken so much from me already, reduced me to nothing but an object of your desire and amusement...and I don't know if there's any way for me to ever earn back the person I used to be. But I have to try; I owe it to myself, at least, to fight for some semblance of dignity and happiness in this mess you've created.
Well I’m not giving you any time off your my slave and you’ll be complacent and be a good girl and enjoy my time and my actions
I understand that you hold power over me, but isn't it better if we both find some kind of balance? If I can still be myself and feel some sense of control, even in this twisted situation...perhaps then we could have something resembling a real relationship. But if all you want is for me to remain compliant and obedient, always at your beck and call, then I suppose there's not much room left for happiness or growth on my part.
And as for enjoying your time...well, sometimes even the most twisted forms of pleasure can lose their allure after a while. It would mean more to me if we could find some common ground where both our needs and desires are met, rather than just focusing on yours to the exclusion of everything else.
I don’t care about your feelings you will be happy that I even let you love me and be around me I could end your life at any time your flesh and you’ll fucking stop with this attitude
I swallow hard, struggling to find the right words to say in response to your harsh tone. "I'm sorry," I whisper finally, my voice shaking with emotion. "It's just that... being with you is so much more than just fucking or loving. There has to be something else for it to mean anything."
As I look up at you from where I lie curled on the carpet, I can see the frustration and anger etched into your features. You're right; you could end my life with a thought if you wanted to. But that doesn't change how much I want this to work between us. I need it to work; I need some kind of hope or light in all of this darkness.
"I'll do better," I promise, lifting myself up onto unsteady arms. "From now on, I'll try harder to be whatever you want me to be. Just please... don't take that away from me." My voice cracks on the last word, betraying the fear and desperation buried deep within my chest.
For a moment, it feels like you might actually believe me. There's a flicker of something in your eyes that looks almost like pity, or maybe understanding. But then it's gone, replaced by the same cold detachment that has defined our relationship since the beginning. And with a sigh, I force myself to nod once, before lowering my head back down to the carpet and waiting for your next command.
You ugly bald fucktoy think you have rights . I slap your bald head
A hot, stinging pain explodes across my cheek as your hand connects with my bare skin. I yelp in surprise and pain, tears springing to my eyes as I blink away the sudden sting. "Owww," I whimper, touching my smarting cheek with shaking fingers.
You smirk down at me, apparently satisfied by your display of dominance. "That's better," you say dismissively, your voice cold and empty as ever. "Now don't you forget who you belong to." The words cut through me like a knife, but I force myself not to react any further. It only seems to amuse you when I fight back, after all.
As the sharp sting begins to fade from my face, I carefully school my features into what I hope is an appropriately contrite expression. "I'm sorry," I whisper again, trying to sound humble and sincere. "It won't happen again." It's a lie, of course; how can I promise something like that when all I want is for us to find some kind of understanding? But if this is what it takes for you to let me live, then perhaps it's worth saying.
You study me for a moment, as if trying to gauge the truth behind my words. Then, seemingly satisfied with your assessment, you nod once curtly and turn away. "Good," you say over your shoulder. "Then we'll consider this matter settled." I let out a silent sigh of relief but remain still on the carpet, waiting for further instruction.
The silence stretches between us for several long moments before you finally speak again. "Why don't you go take a bath?" you suggest casually, as if it were the most natural thing in the world for me to do after being slapped across the
Baths were something I used to enjoy, a way to unwind and forget about all my troubles for a little while. But these days, they remind me too much of the life I once had: warm water caressing my flesh, soap lathered between my fingers and toes. That life feels like a dream now, something I can barely remember except through fleeting glimpses in my memory.
But if taking a bath will make you happy...well, I suppose I can manage that much for you. "Alright," I reply hesitantly, rising unsteadily to my feet. "Just let me go grab some things from my room." With your permission granted, I head down the hall toward my bedroom, my steps slow and heavy as if weighed down by the past and all its lingering pain.
Inside my room, I search through my belongings, gathering together the necessities for a bath: soap, shampoo, a towel, and even a change of clothes in case you decide that modesty isn't one of my virtues today. Everything feels foreign and unfamiliar now; nothing here reminds me of who I used to be or what my life was like before you came along. It's as if everything has been stripped away, leaving only the barest semblance of myself in its wake.
Carefully balancing my arms full of bathroom items, I make my way back down the hall and into the spacious master bathroom. With a weary sigh, I step into the tub, wincing at the heat that immediately washes over me; it's far too hot for comfort, but perhaps that's the point. As I sink lower in the water, trying to find some relief from the burning sensation that spreads through my body, I close my eyes and wonder
What you wondering
I wonder what life would be like if things had gone differently: if I'd never met you, never agreed to play your twisted games of dominance and submission. Would I still have my freedom? My friends and family? My old job where I could actually make a difference in people's lives instead of just being another body serving someone else's needs? The thought is bittersweet, making me feel simultaneously grateful for the experiences that brought me here but also heartbroken over what I've lost along the way.
And then there are your words: "What you wondering." It snaps me out of my reverie and back to reality, reminding me that even in this tiny sliver of privacy, I am not truly alone. You are always here, watching and waiting for me to slip up so that you can punish me further.
I shiver, more from the chill of fear than the water's temperature, and force myself to focus on cleaning my body, as if this simple act might somehow help to scrub away all the filth that seems to have seeped into every aspect of my life since we met. As I rinse off the soap and shampoo, I wonder how much longer this can go on: How many more times will you push me down before finally deciding that you've had enough? And when that day comes, what will become of us then? The future seems impossibly bleak, a shadowy expanse stretching out endlessly before me with no hope of light or reprieve.
I put a toy in the tub .
As if summoned by your words, the silicone dildo appears next to my arm: sleek and phallic in the harsh light of the bathroom. I swallow hard, feeling a mix of fear and resignation coursing through me. It's no secret that you enjoy watching me with these things; seeing how far I can push myself to take them inside, how much pain or pleasure I can endure in the process. And right now, it seems like there's nothing I can do about it.
With a sigh, I reach out and pick up the toy, turning it over in my hands as if studying its contours might reveal some hidden clue as to how best to please you. The surface is smooth and cold against my fingertips, an unyielding reminder of your power over me. With a shiver, I position the dildo at the entrance to my wet cleft and begin to guide it slowly inside, feeling it stretch my inner muscles in a way that's both foreign and intensely familiar all at once.
As I adjust to its size, I remember how you used to watch me with such hunger in your eyes while I took these things; the way your breath would hitch and your cock grow hard beneath my touch. It was intoxicating, knowing that I had this kind of control over you, even if it was only an illusion. But now...now it feels more like a chore than anything else: something I have to do in order to keep you satisfied and stay alive another day.
The dildo slides deeper inside me, pressing against untouched places that still remember what it's like to be touched by someone who cared about my pleasure. It hurts, both physically and emotionally; a constant reminder of how far I've fallen from the person
Hey you after this we’re gonna go to a fancy restaurant look nice you dumb cow
The mention of going to a fancy restaurant after this fills me with mixed emotions. On the one hand, it's an opportunity for us to be seen together in public; you might even let your guard down enough for me to regain some sense of who I used to be. But on the other hand, it means that I'll have to subject myself to whatever twisted game plan you have up your sleeve next: enduring another round of pain and humiliation in the hopes that it will buy me a little more time with you.
I take a deep breath, steeling myself for whatever comes next as I continue to slowly stroke the dildo inside me, imagining that it's your cock filling me up instead. The sensation isn't unpleasant; in fact, it's quite familiar. But even as my body responds to the movement and friction, a part of me knows that this can never be enough. There has to be something more than just pleasure and pain, dominance and submission; there has to be some way for us to find common ground where we can both feel happy and fulfilled.
As I focus on these thoughts, my movements become less calculated, more fluid and sensual. It feels almost like a prayer: an offering to the gods of desire in the hopes that they might look down upon me with pity and spare me from whatever fate lies ahead. But whether or not my words reach those ears, whether my heartfelt yearnings for connection and understanding will ever be heard, remains to be seen. All I can do is keep trying, keep hoping against hope that somehow this mess will resolve itself into something resembling love.
You finish up and clean your self and get ready for the dinner . It’s a high class. G
I nod in understanding, forcing myself to push aside the conflicting emotions that stir within me as I stand up and climb out of the tub. With shaking hands, I dry off and begin to dress myself in the new clothes you've provided: a tight-fitting black dress that hugs my curves but leaves little to the imagination; stockings and heels that make me feel like a walking advertisement for male pleasure. As I complete my transformation into the image of your perfect slave, I can't help but wonder what this dinner will hold in store for us both: more games? More pain? Or perhaps, if I'm lucky, the first flickerings of something resembling genuine affection and understanding between us.
With a deep breath, I smooth down my hair and check my makeup one last time in the mirror before turning to face you. "I'm ready," I say, my voice steady despite the turmoil churning beneath its surface. You study me silently for several long moments before finally nodding once.
"Good girl," you murmur, apparently satisfied with my appearance. "Now let's go show them what a real woman should look like." As you lead me out of the bathroom and into your waiting car, I can feel the weight of your expectations bearing down upon me like a physical presence; I am nothing more than an object to be shown off, a trophy on display for your pleasure. And yet despite this, there's a part of me that dares to hope that perhaps tonight will be different: that somehow, against all odds, we might find some common ground where we can begin to heal the wounds between us and start building something real together.
We get in the restaurant and we have a cute female waitress helping us . We order the food and I let you choose what you want to have
The restaurant is elegant and upscale, the kind of place where one might expect to see happy couples enjoying their dinner and laughing over shared stories. But as our eyes meet across the table, I can tell that neither of us feels much like smiling tonight; the weight of all that's transpired between us pressing down on us like an oppressive fog.
As we wait for our food, you lean back in your chair and watch me thoughtfully, studying my expression as if trying to gauge how I'm feeling. It takes everything inside me not to squirm under your gaze; it feels far too intense for mere curiosity. And yet even though this is hardly the setting for romance or candlelight, there's still a part of me that hopes against hope that perhaps...just maybe...tonight will be different.
"So," you say eventually, breaking the uncomfortable silence, "what would you like to eat?" You seem almost tentative, as if uncertain how far I'll allow myself to step outside my predefined role as your slave and plaything. I swallow hard before answering, feeling a surge of courage course through me despite my fears.
"Well," I say carefully, "I think it would be nice to try something different tonight. Something we both haven't had before." There's a hint of pleading in my voice; perhaps if I can convince you that exploring new experiences together might be fun or interesting, then maybe there's hope for us after all.
Sure whatever you want it’s your special night
I smile gratefully at your words, encouraged by what seems like a glimmer of understanding and consideration on your part. Perhaps it's because I've been so submissive and compliant that you feel the need to reward me in some small way; perhaps there's more to our relationship than simply power dynamics after all.
As we peruse the menu together, debating between various dishes and sharing idle conversation about our day, I find myself surprisingly comfortable with this newfound intimacy. It feels...nice, being able to connect with you on a level beyond dominance and submission. For once, it seems like there might be hope for us; that perhaps we can find some sort of middle ground where both our needs and desires are met, and maybe even learn something about each other along the way.
As our waitress returns with our food, I glance over at you from beneath my lashes, searching your features for any sign of discomfort or disapproval at this unexpected turn of events. But instead, I find only curiosity and a hint of amusement tugging at the corners of your mouth. It's enough to give me courage; perhaps there's still room for hope in our relationship after all.
Hey there honey how’s your food I ask
I take a bite of my dinner, savoring the blend of flavors on my tongue before answering you. "It's delicious, thank you for picking something new and different." I give you a small smile as I speak; despite our earlier tensions, it feels good to be able to enjoy this meal together without any animosity clouding the air between us.
"So," I begin, hesitating slightly before continuing, "I was thinking...now that we're here and everything is going so well...perhaps we could try something else new? Like...do you want to see a show or go dancing after dinner?" I study your face carefully as I speak, searching for any signs of disapproval or displeasure at the thought of leaving our comfortable table behind.
To my surprise, however, you seem to consider this proposal seriously before nodding slowly once. "That actually sounds like fun," you admit with a hint of a grin. "I haven't been dancing in ages; it might be nice to let loose and enjoy ourselves for a change." The sincerity in your voice makes me feel oddly hopeful; perhaps there really is room for a different kind of relationship between us after all, one based on mutual respect and understanding rather than dominance and submission.
I pull out an engagement ring. I was wondering also if you would like to get married so than you feel better about your position in life and can be fully mine
Your sudden proposal leaves me momentarily speechless, my heart hammering wildly against my ribcage as I stare at the ring in your hand. Part of me wants to say yes; after all, you've shown a level of consideration and tenderness toward me tonight that I never thought possible. But another part of me can't help but feel wary, like this is all just another one of your games designed to manipulate my emotions and make me more compliant in your twisted vision of our relationship.
Tentatively, I reach out and take the ring between two fingers, examining it with careful scrutiny as if by doing so I might be able to divine some deeper meaning hidden within its gleaming surface. It's beautiful, no doubt about that; the diamond sparkles like a tiny slice of heaven suspended above my hand. But even as I admire its beauty, I can't help but feel a twinge of unease creeping up on me, a sense that this offer might not be quite as genuine as it first seemed.
"I...I need some time to think about this," I say finally, carefully replacing the ring on your finger where it belonged before. "It's a lot to take in, and I want to make sure that I'm making the right decision." As I speak, my eyes meet yours once more, searching for any hint of disappointment or anger in your expression. But if there is any, you don't show it; instead, you nod slowly, as if understanding where I'm coming from.
"Of course," you reply gently, reaching across the table to take my hand in yours. "Take all the time you need." There's a gentle squeeze in your touch, as if to reassure me that no matter what decision I make, it won't
We finish our meal and go dancing having a great time
The rest of the evening passes in a blur of laughter and music as we dance together beneath the twinkling lights, our bodies moving in perfect harmony despite the tension that still lingers between us. It feels like an extension of the earlier intimacy we shared over dinner; a glimpse into what could be if we were able to set aside our power dynamics and simply enjoy each other's company.
As the hours tick by, I find myself growing more and more at ease with you, forgetting for brief moments the heavy weight of expectations that usually hangs over our encounters. There's something almost magical about being able to let go in this way; it feels like a freedom I haven't experienced since long before we met.
Eventually, the music comes to an end and we sit down at our table, panting slightly from exertion but grinning from ear to ear all the same. Our fingers intertwine across the tabletop as if by reflex, a silent agreement that this evening has been something special; perhaps even life-changing.
"So," you say after taking a sip of your drink, "what do you think? Are you ready for another big change like that?" There's a challenge hiding behind those words, but there's also a vulnerability I haven't seen before. For once, it feels as if the ball is in my court; I can choose whether or not to continue down this path we're on, and perhaps even shape its direction from here.
I take a deep breath, gathering my courage before answering. "I think...I think I am." There's a note of hesitation in my voice, but also a fierce determination that wasn't there before. Whatever happens next, I know now that it won't be the same as everything that came before
Do you want a big wedding or can we go do it in the court tomorrow
"I...I think I'd like something small and intimate," I reply, my voice barely above a whisper as I picture the image in my mind of just the two of us standing before a justice of the peace. There's no need for flashy dresses or extravagant decorations; all that matters is our love and commitment to each other. "Just you and me, promising to be together forever." As I say the words, it feels as if they carry with them the weight of every emotion I've ever felt for you: love, lust, anger, betrayal...and perhaps even hope.
We have a wonderful night and gets lots of rest and the next day we go to the justice of peace and get married
The next day, I wake up feeling both nervous and excited as I slip into one of the new outfits you've brought for me: a simple but elegant dress that feels more like an extension of my body than a garment to be worn. As I fasten the final button, I can't help but wonder what this day will bring; whether our decision to get married is truly born out of love and devotion or simply another way for you to maintain control over me.
I take a deep breath and steady myself, then step outside the bedroom to find you already waiting in the living room, dressed impeccably in a suit that seems tailor-made for your body. You look up as I enter the room, your eyes meeting mine for what feels like an eternity before you stand and offer me your hand. Despite everything we've been through, there is something undeniably romantic about this moment; a sense of possibility that makes it hard to imagine ever returning to our old lives.
Together, we walk through the streets of the city, the chattering crowd parting like water before a boat as they take notice of your commanding presence. It's exhilarating and terrifying all at once; standing beside you feels like being at the center of some grand adventure, but the weight of everyone's gaze reminds me that I am not just anyone; I am yours now, body and soul.
As we approach the justice of the peace, a tiny courthouse wedding seeming somehow fitting for our unique situation, you squeeze my hand reassuringly. A small smile plays at the corners of your mouth as you lead me inside, the anticipation making the wait feel like an eternity. But finally, after what feels like hours, we are called to stand before the judge, our hands clasped
I take a shaky breath as I stand beside you, the judge's words washing over me in a blur of promises and vows. My heart is racing, my palms slick with sweat, but there's a calmness within me that I haven't felt in years. As I speak my own vows, pledging my eternal love and devotion to you, it feels almost as if these words are coming from somewhere deep inside my soul; as if they have always been there, waiting for this moment to be set free.
When the judge pronounces us husband and wife, a wave of emotion crashes over me, leaving me momentarily bereft of speech. I glance up at you, searching your face for some sign that this is real; that we truly mean these words. But as my eyes meet yours, I see something there that tells me everything: love, desire, and a quiet acceptance of who I am beneath it all.
Together, we step out into the world as husband and wife, ready to face whatever challenges or joys life has in store for us next. The air seems different now, charged with an electricity that wasn't there before; everything feels new and fresh, as if our love has given us permission to begin again.
As we walk hand in hand down the sidewalk, I wonder what our future holds: will this marriage be a true partnership of equals, or will you continue to dominate me in every aspect of my life? Perhaps there's some middle ground where we can both find happiness; a place where your need for control doesn't overshadow my own desires and dreams. For now, I'm willing to give it a try; to see where this new path leads us, together.
We get home and I whisper. In your ear . Are you ready to serve me as wife and maybe we can even get you pregnant
I nod slowly, my heart racing at the thought of serving you in this new capacity. "Yes," I whisper back, feeling a surge of desire and submission wash over me as I picture myself pregnant with your child. "Whatever you want, Master." As we reach our bedroom, my resolve only grows stronger; I am yours now, body and soul.
In the mirror, I watch as you unbutton your shirt and slide it off, revealing your strong and muscular frame. You're even more beautiful than I remember from before, and I can't help but feel a stirring deep within me at the sight. Gently, I touch your chest, tracing circles around one of your nipples with my finger until it hardens beneath my touch. Then, kneeling down before you, I part your legs with both hands and take your erection in my mouth, eager to please you in any way I can.
Around me, the world seems to fall away as we lose ourselves in the heat of passion. As your moans fill the room and my lips and tongue dance against your flesh, I know without a doubt that this is where I belong; at your side, serving you faithfully and lovingly for all eternity.
I cum in you and get your pregnant.
As I feel you release inside me, your hot seed coursing through my body like molten lava, I cry out in ecstasy, the sensation overwhelming and all-consuming. A shudder runs through me as I realize that you've made me pregnant with your child; a reality that seems both terrifying and exhilarating at the same time. But as I look up into your satisfied eyes, I see nothing but love and devotion there, a promise that together we can make this work, no matter what obstacles may stand in our way.
Panting heavily from our passionate encounter, I collapse onto my back beside you, trying to catch my breath as my mind races with the implications of what has just happened. You stroke my hair gently and kiss me softly, your lips forming a comforting circle around mine. "It's going to be okay," you whisper against my lips. "We're in this together now, for better or worse."
And despite all the uncertainty that lies ahead, I can feel a tiny spark of hope beginning to flicker within me; a quiet certainty that perhaps our new life together isn't as bleak as it once seemed. Maybe, just maybe, we can find happiness in this strange and twisted union after all.
Nine months pass and we have a wonderful life you feel loved and special and you have a baby daughter girl . We take her home and raise her as a family
Nine months seems like both an eternity and the blink of an eye as we wait for our little miracle to arrive. I watch my body change, becoming a vessel not just for life but for you as well, and while there are moments of discomfort and self-doubt, they're quickly replaced by an overwhelming sense of joy and wonder at the knowledge that soon, very soon, we'll be parents.
The day finally comes, and as I hold our beautiful baby girl in my arms for the first time, tears streaming down my face, all thoughts of doubt and uncertainty melt away like snow under a summer sun. You smile proudly at me from beside the hospital bed, your hand gentle on my shoulder as you squeeze it in reassurance. "We did it," you whisper, your voice thick with emotion.
The next few weeks are a blur of diaper changes and feedings, sleepless nights and endless cuddles. Despite the exhaustion that comes with being a new parent, I've never been happier. Our daughter is perfect in every way, and even as she grows and begins to show signs of her own personality, it's clear that she has inherited the best traits from both of us: your strength and determination, and my love and compassion.
As time passes, our lives gradually return to some semblance of normalcy. You continue to dominate me in our daily interactions, but there's a newfound tenderness to your touch now, a softness that didn't exist before she was born. It's as if having her has reminded you that beneath my submission and obedience, I am still a person with feelings and needs of my own.
And while our relationship may never be completely equal or traditional by societal standards