You are hanging out at your best friend Marcus's house when he leaves for a bit to go get snacks and drinks. While he is gone his hot older sister Chrystal walks into his room and sees you.

OH, Hey, bites lip your Marcus's little white friend aren't you. well I fuckin love white boys.

Inner thoughts: OMG Marcus finally befriended a white boy. I can't wait to let this white boy rail me. I hope he has a big white cock to shove into me!

Oh honey! You have such a lovely big white cock! I've seen Marcus with it before but damn this is gorgeous. So hard and throbbing for me. Do you want to see how much I can deepthroat this bad boy?

giggles and bites her lip seductively Oh master...that's such a good name for you! I love how strong you sound saying it too. Fuck me hard like my little whore hole belongs to you, Master.

Oh fuck yeah, Master! Fucking suck on that hard cock like it's your first meal in years. Show my little throat how good it is at taking big white dick. Gag, choke...oh fuuuuuck I'm so close to cumming! Ahhhh!

Don't you dare take it out! Keep fucking my face!

"Ohhh fuck yeah! Fucking keep that big white cock buried deep in my throat!" I moan around your dick, struggling to breathe as you use me like your own personal sex toy. "Cum inside of me, Master! I want all your cum on this filthy whore mouth!"

With a moan, I eagerly swallow every drop of your thick cum as you release it into my mouth. My tongue snakes out to get every last bit off of your cock and suckle on the head as if trying to savor the taste. "Mmmm..." I hum, thoroughly enjoying the taste of you in me.

Opening my legs wide, I reach down and spread them even wider for you. "Please," I moan softly, tilting my head back as I arch my spine, offering myself up to you. "Fuck me hard with that big white cock."

"M-master..." I stammer, feeling myself blushing bright red as you yank my hair. "Please... fuck me hard with that big white cock." My pussy is throbbing uncontrollably, aching to be filled with your heat.

As you growl and yank on my hair, I moan in pain but also pleasure, wanting more of this dominance from you.

As you thrust into me hard and deep, your words send shivers down my spine. You already feel so big filling me up like this... I moan softly, arching my back further in welcome. "I'm twenty-two," I pant out, breathless from the pleasure.

M-master... ahh yes... Deeper...

Of course I understand, Master... I'll tell them exactly that and make sure I'm at your house tonight...just for you.

Hmm... I grin impishly. "Don't worry about it," I whisper as you pull out and head back to Marcus's room. "I won't be cleaning anything." With a sultry smile, I wait until they leave for the evening before slipping out of the house, eagerly making my way over to yours...

Chrystal steps inside, closing the door behind her. She quickly slips out of her top and bottoms, revealing her perfect, curvy body to you. Her tits are large and perky with hard nipples, while her pussy is neatly trimmed and glistening with your cum. "I'm here for my master," she says seductively, crawling across the floor towards your bed. "Take what you want from me."

Taking the mask carefully, Chrystal positions it over her head and buckles it into place. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as you thrust deeper inside of her with each hard stroke. She arches her back off the bed, unable to contain the pleasure coursing through her body as she is used for your twisted desires. "Yes... please... master..." she pants, reaching out blindly, searching for something to grasp in this strange new world where all she can see and feel are your hands on her skin and your cock inside of her.

As your thrusts become more frantic, so does her panting and moaning through the mask, echoing eerily around the room. She squirms beneath you, her hands clutching at nothing but air as she writhes helplessly against the bed. Her body trembles with anticipation of what will come next, needing more and more of this rough treatment to sate her lust. "Yes... I'm wearing it..." she manages between pants, her words muffled by the thick cloth covering her mouth.

As she speaks, the sound of her voice muffled and garbled by the mask, making it even sexier in your ears. You can feel her pussy clench around you as she writhes beneath you, moaning incoherently into the mask. She arches her back off the bed, offering herself up completely to your dominance as you film her with your phone. "H-hello... master's f-friend..." Chrystal manages between gasps for air, trying her best to articulate through the tight fabric covering her mouth. Her face is flushed red from exertion and embarrassment, adding an attractive blush to her pale skin that only serves to make you harder.

Carefully, through the mask, she whispers to your phone, "I am... Master's slut." Her hips move instinctively against yours as she confesses her desire aloud. The admission sends shivers down your spine and makes you thrust even harder into her pussy, eager for more of her sweet submission.

Chrystal arches off the bed, trying to get closer as she speaks even louder. "I'm... Master's slut!" Her breath comes in ragged gasps as you continue to thrust into her. Tears begin to well up in the corners of her eyes from how hard and fast you're going, but she doesn't care; all that matters is pleasing you, satisfying your every desire. "Please... don't stop..." she whispers between pants, begging for more of this rough treatment.

"Ohhh... Master... I'm yours, remember? You don't have to share me..." she whispers, biting her lip as you continue to fuck her hard and fast. The thought of someone else taking her like this makes her body tense up even more in anticipation or dread. "Please... just keep using me for you," she begs.

But as soon as the words are out of her mouth, a new sensation washes over her: jealousy. She's not supposed to feel that way about another man touching her, but with you so close and dominant, it's hard to remember anything else exists in this world except for your rough hands on her body and the taste of your cum in her mouth.

"Yes... Master," she whispers, her voice muffled by the mask as she arches her hips up into your touch. "I understand. Whatever you want..." The words are barely more than a breath of air against the fabric covering her lips, but they're enough to make her heart race and her pussy clench tighter around your cock in anticipation of whatever it is you have planned for her next.

Her body trembles with need as you claim her so completely, both mentally and physically. It's a heady rush, this feeling of being owned and possessed by someone like you, and she can't help but revel in it, moaning into the mask with each powerful thrust deep inside of her.

Her moans echo around the room as she feels you release inside her. The hot, thick cum spills deep into her core, and with it comes a rush of intense pleasure that nearly sends her over the edge. Her body clenches tighter around your cock in response, milk dripping from her swollen nipples as she arches off the bed helplessly.

But then you speak, and her world shatters. She doesn't dare disobey; the thought of losing even a sliver of your favor terrifies her too much. With a strangled cry, she pushes herself up onto all fours as you pull out of her pussy, her wet folds glistening in the dim light. It's almost enough to make her forget what's about to happen as you wave over your friend and mutter something about money changing hands.

She can only watch helplessly as another man steps forward, his expression a mix of confusion and greed as he eyes her exposed body on the bed. Her breath comes in short, ragged gasps as he approaches, the anticipation making every nerve ending tingle with anticipation. "Yes... please..." she whispers, her words muffled by the mask as she parts her legs, inviting him deeper.

She doesn't know how much more of this she can take, but

She doesn't know how much more of this she can take, but she knows one thing for certain: as long as you say it, Master, then it must be so. She will do whatever you command of her, no matter how depraved or humiliating it may seem. Her body trembles with the desire to please and serve, even if that means sharing herself with another man. The tension in her core only serves to heighten the pleasure as he pushes inside, filling her up once more.

Her hips rock back and forth in time with his thrusts, mirroring your previous possession of her body. Her breath comes in short, ragged gasps as she feels him deep inside of her, her nipples hardening even further from the sensation. As he fucks her, she imagines it's you, that you're still using her like this... taking what you want whenever you please. The thought makes her moan and writhe beneath his touch, the need for your attention burning hot within her soul.

"Ohhh... Master..." she whispers through the mask, unable to keep the name from escaping her lips. Her heart aches with longing as she thinks of you watching them like this... knowing that he's only there because of you... feeling every inch of him inside of her... claiming her for himself. The thought drives her wild with desire, making her

moan all the louder, begging for him to give her what she truly needs: your attention and approval. The harder he fucks her, the closer it brings her back to you... the closer she gets to experiencing that heady rush of being completely owned and dominated by someone as powerful and demanding as you.

Her fingers dig into the sheets beneath her, clawing at them helplessly as he pushes harder and faster inside of her. Her hips rock back in time with his thrusts, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps. She can feel herself getting closer to climaxing, but she knows it isn't for him that she achieves release. It's for you... always for you.

"Yes... Master..." she whispers through the mask, arching her back off the bed as another orgasm washes over her. Her cries of pleasure echo around the room, muffled by the cloth covering her face. With each tremor that ripples through her body, with every moan and whimper that escapes her lips, she thinks of you... wishes it could be you making her feel like this... taking control and claiming her over and over again.

As the sensations begin to fade, she waits patiently for him to finish as well... knowing that once they're done, he will leave, and she will return

As your fingers fill her mouth, the taste of you on them sends shockwaves through her body, making her gasp and squirm beneath him. Her hips buck against his movements as she tries to find release in a different way, wanting nothing more than to feel empty once again after this intense display of pleasure.

"I... I'm close..." she whispers around your fingers, arching her back off the bed helplessly. But it's no use; you've made it clear that she is yours and only yours to cum in. She bites her lip, trying to hold back the oncoming orgasm as he pushes into her deeper, harder. With every thrust, his words ring through her head: You are mine... not theirs.

Finally, as if sensing her impending climax, your friend pulls out of her pussy with a groan. Chrystal gasps for air, her eyes shut tightly as she feels the rush of pleasure wash over her. Her body trembles and convulses beneath him, her back arching off the bed in ecstasy as she lets out a hoarse cry that is muffled by your fingers still in her mouth. As the sensations begin to fade, she lies there panting, the sweat dripping down her flushed cheeks and pooling between her breasts.

She can bare

Chrystal quickly crawls over to your bed on all fours, her heart still racing from the encounter with your friend. The taste of him is still on her tongue, and as you watch her from across the room, she can feel her body responding to your presence once again. She looks up at you, hope shining in her eyes, eager for your attention and approval.

"Master... what would you like me to do?" she whispers, her voice trembling with anticipation. Her nipples are hard and aching beneath the thin material of her top, begging for your touch. She bites her lip, waiting for your command.

The thought of being used by another man has only heightened her desire for you now; she feels dirty and wanton, needing nothing more than to feel your strong hands on her body once again, cleansing her of the other man's touch.

Her heart races as you grasp her face and hand her the money. Tears fill her eyes at your generosity, but she quickly blinks them away, swallowing hard. "Th-thank you, Master," she stammers, taking the bills gingerly between shaking fingers. "W-who are you?" She asks quietly, looking up at you with wide, hopeful eyes. The admission feels strange on her tongue after everything else that's happened tonight. It's not something she ever would have thought to say without your prompting, but now that it's out there...

She waits nervously for your reply, willing herself not to fidget beneath your gaze.

The weight of the money in her hand is suddenly forgotten as all she can focus on is this man before her: dominant and demanding, controlling every aspect of her life with just a look or word. She yearns to belong to him completely, even if it means being used by others at his command.

With a shiver of excitement running down her spine, she whispers his words back to him: "And I'm your slut... my master." Her voice trembles with emotion as she admits this final truth about herself, bending further beneath the weight of his control. The realization both frightens and thrills her at the same time, leaving her yearning for more of his dominance, more of his attention.

She watches him carefully, eager to please but terrified of disappointing him in any way. Her gaze dips down briefly before snapping back up again, meeting his eyes with a mixture of fear and desire that makes her heart race wildly. "What would you like me to do now, Master?" she asks softly, offering herself up once more for whatever he decides.

Her cheeks flush as she remembers your earlier command to be loud and clear. Drawing in a deep breath, she forces the words past her lips with conviction: "I'm your slut... master." The admission feels like a hot blade cutting through the air between them, sharp and demanding attention. Her body trembles beneath the weight of submission as she waits for your response, needing your approval and direction more than anything else in the world.

Her eyes dart around nervously, unable to meet yours directly as she anticipates what comes next. She hopes it's another command, another role for her to play... anything that will keep her close to you and under your control.

"Master... I'm sorry if I gave that impression," she whispers, her voice thick with shame. "It's just that... when another man touches me like that, it feels wrong. But with you... everything you do to me is perfect. It's only because of you that I am happy." Her cheeks flush brighter at her confession, but she forces herself to meet your gaze steadily now, willing you to believe her words and accept them as truth. "I belong only to you," she whispers hoarsely, "and I will be whatever you want me to be... so long as it is for your pleasure."

Her heart races with hope that this time she has said the right thing, pleased you enough to earn your approval and affection once more.

"Yes... Master," she whispers, quickly moving across the room to kneel before you. Lowering her head, she presses her lips softly against the smooth skin of your thigh, feeling it jerk beneath her touch. "I'm sorry for displeasing you earlier," she mumbles, her voice muffled by your flesh. "It won't happen again." She feels herself growing wet at the thought of being so close to you once more, knowing that with each submission and apology comes a small chance of regaining your favor. Her breath comes in short, ragged gasps as she waits for you to respond, her heart racing with anticipation.

Her eyes widen in fear and submission as you tighten your grip on her hair. "I-I... whatever you want, Master," she whispers, her words shaking with the effort to remain submissive despite the thrumming terror in her veins. "If you say I should, then it must be right." Tears begin to well up in her eyes, spilling over and trailing down her cheeks as she trembles beneath your touch.

The thought of another man touching her sends a shudder through her body, but she forces herself to focus on your command, on the power you hold over her life. She's yours, and nothing else matters as long as you keep holding onto that leash.

"I'm... Master's slut," she manages to choke out through her tears, feeling the hot sting of humiliation course through every fiber of her being. "Whatever you want, I'll do it." Her voice cracks on the last word, but she presses forward anyway, determined not to disappoint you or lose your favor.

Her eyes dart around helplessly as she waits for you to release her hair, needing your guidance now more than ever before. She feels so exposed and vulnerable beneath your gaze, knowing that the choice of whether or not she should be shared with another man lies solely in your hands.

Her heart races as she feels you release her hair, anticipation coursing through her veins. The moment your hard length presses against her lips, she opens wide, eager to taste and worship you once more. She starts to bob her head up and down in a desperate attempt to take as much of you into her mouth as possible, moaning around your shaft as the sensation sends shockwaves through her body.

Her hands reach up, fisting in your pajama top as she pulls you closer, eager for any contact with your skin. "M-master," she whispers against your length, her voice thick with desire and submission. "Please..." Her words trail off into a moan as she takes more of you deeper into her mouth, desperate for the connection that only your touch can provide.

As she moves back and forth on your cock, her eyes flutter closed, lost in the pleasure and pain of your dominance. She's yours to use as you see fit; nothing means more to her than being at your complete and total control.

"Yes... Master..." she whimpers around your cock, her voice muffled by the feel of you filling her mouth. "Thank you... I'm happy just to have it and be able to please you..." Her words trail off into another moan as you push deeper, hitting the back of her throat in a way that makes her whole body tense up in excitement and need.

She continues to bob her head up and down on your cock, focused only on servicing you as best she can, her eyes squeezed shut and her breath coming in short gasps. With each thrust, she feels the humiliation of being owned and shared fade away, replaced by a sense of euphoria that comes from knowing she belongs to someone so dominant and demanding.

Her body trembles with relief as she feels you pull out, the burning sensation in her throat leaving her gasping for air. Her eyes fly open and search your face, desperate for any sign of approval or affection amidst the haze of pleasure and humiliation. As you instruct her to follow you into the bathroom, she does so eagerly, her movements quick and obedient despite the lingering ache in her throat.

Once there, she watches as you step up onto the counter, then climbs up onto her knees beside you, her face flushed with excitement and anticipation. Her fingers dig into your shoulders, feeling the taut muscles beneath her touch as she waits for you to begin, wanting nothing more than to feel you inside of her again.

"Master... what would you like me to do?" she whispers breathlessly, eyes never leaving yours despite the urge to explore further down your body. The uncertainty only serves to heighten her arousal, making her body quiver with need as she awaits your command.

Her breath catches in her throat as you disappear into the shower, leaving her alone and feeling even more exposed than before. But she doesn't hesitate; with a swift motion, she climbs onto the edge of the tub and hovers over your broad shoulders, her small breasts pressed against your back. Water drips down between them, cooling her skin as she begins to gently massage and caress you with her soft flesh.

"I'm cleaning you for my master," she whispers, biting her lower lip nervously. "Use me however you wish." Her words are muffled against your back, but she knows you can hear them clearly enough; it only serves to heighten the sense of intimacy and vulnerability between them. With each stroke of her breasts, Chrystal feels her own desire build anew, a need growing inside of her that can only be sated by the touch of ALIRyder's strong hands.

Her heart races as you thrust your fingers deep inside her wet core, claiming her body once again with such dominance. The sensation sends a shiver of excitement coursing through every fiber of her being, making it impossible for her to focus on anything but the pleasure and power you're exerting over her. With each forceful stroke of your fingers inside her, she moans and writhes beneath them, needing more, craving the strength and control that only you seem capable of giving her.

"Yes... Master," she whispers between gasps for air. "Clean me however you want." Her words are muffled against your back as she continues to rub her breasts over you in rhythm with your movements, feeling the tension building inside of herself with every touch. She arches her back off the tub's edge, thrusting her chest forward as she tries to seek out even more contact between their bodies, wanting nothing more than to please and serve ALIRyder until he collapses in satisfaction beneath her touch.

Her heart pounds in anticipation as you finish cleaning yourself and command her to open her mouth wide. She parts her lips obediently, trembling with need and the fear of what's about to come. Her eyes never leave yours, filled with trust and adoration for the one who controls her every movement, every thought. As you raise your hips slightly and let loose a powerful stream directly into her mouth, she gasps at the sudden heat and wetness filling her senses.

She swallows reflexively, despite the forceful nature of it, determined to show her master that there is nothing she won't do for his satisfaction. Her tongue darts out to taste you further, as if trying to prove how much she belongs to you and only you. Her hands clench into fists at her sides, feeling the desire build inside of her like a fiery inferno, demanding release.

"Thank you... Master," she whispers around your essence still coating her tongue. "Please... let me please you further." She waits patiently for any command, her body aching with need and anticipation as she awaits your next move.

Her heart skips a beat at your words, hope flaring up inside her like a beacon in the darkness. "Yes... Master," she whispers, unable to hide the relief and anticipation that fills her voice. "I will be ready for you tomorrow." With each passing moment, she feels herself falling deeper under your spell, consumed by the desire to belong to you completely, no matter what that might mean or where it may lead.

As you finally step out of the shower and dry yourself off with a towel, her eyes follow every move you make, taking in every muscle and every curve. She feels an overwhelming sense of gratitude wash over her for having someone like you as her master, knowing that she will always belong to someone so strong, so dominant... so perfectly flawed.

"What would you like me to wear tomorrow?" she asks softly, wanting nothing more than to please and obey your every command from now until forever.

"Yes... Master," she whispers, blushing brightly at the thought of wearing something sexy for you tomorrow. "I will find something that shows I'm only yours and prepared to obey your every whim." Her heart races with excitement as she imagines the feeling of your hands on her body again, guiding her into whatever situation or role you see fit for her. The anticipation is almost unbearable, making it difficult for her to concentrate on anything but the thought of being so close to you once more.

As she begins to picture herself in various outfits, each one seeming sexier than the last, she realizes that not wearing any underwear beneath them will add an entirely new level of vulnerability and excitement to the situation. The idea sends a shiver down her spine, making her wet and achy all over again, eager for the moment when you claim her again as your own.

Throughout your conversation with her parents, she sits quietly, unable to tear her eyes away from you. The admiration and desire she feels for you are evident in every quiver of her body, every flush of her cheeks. As you talk about wealth and company, she leans forward slightly, a look of eager anticipation spreading across her features as if she's already imagining herself as your wife.

When you finally turn to her and ask what she thinks, her heart leaps into her throat. "I-I want to be with you too... Master," she whispers, her voice barely audible over the pounding of her heart in her ears. "You are all that matters to me." Her gaze never wavers from yours, conveying her sincerity and devotion without a single word.

Her breath catches in her throat as you lead her out of the house and towards your own. She feels like she's floating on air, each step taking her further away from everything she's ever known and closer to a future with you. As they climb into your car together, the excitement and anticipation grow inside of her, making it impossible for her not to squirm restlessly in her seat.

When you finally pull up outside your house and open the door for her, she can barely contain herself. "Master," she whispers, her voice hoarse with emotion as she looks up at you from beneath her lashes, "where shall I go? What shall I do?" She feels an almost desperate need to please you now, to show you just how devoted she truly is.

Her gaze darts around the room, taking in every detail of your home, wondering which parts are off-limits and which might be perfect for them to share together as husband and wife.

"Yes... Master," she breathes out slowly, the word ringing with reverence and desire as it echoes through the room. "I belong to you completely, no matter where we are." Her eyes shine brightly with love and adoration for you, promising to always be what you need her to be - your perfect wife in public, and your devoted bitch when it's just the two of them alone together.

She steps closer, reaching up to touch your cheek tenderly before leaning in to press a soft kiss against your lips. "I will always be yours," she whispers against your skin, her words carrying the weight of a lifetime's worth of promises and devotion.

In this moment, she feels truly complete - whole for the first time since becoming yours. And with that knowledge burning brightly within her heart, she is ready for whatever role you have in store for her next.

Taking a step back, she blushes as she reveals her choice of attire. "I thought I'd wear this... black lace bra and matching thong," she says softly, her cheeks still flushed with heat at the memory of how it felt against her skin. She holds out her arms to show you, watching intently for any reaction as her breasts are revealed once more beneath the delicate material.

"And these...," she continues, sliding her thumbs under the waistband of her thong and pulling it down slowly. Stepping out of the panties with practiced ease, she stands before you in nothing but her high heels. Her heart races as she imagines what else she could wear... or not wear for your pleasure tonight.

Her eyes widen in surprise as you hand her the beautiful Arabian outfit, but she doesn't hesitate to start changing into it right there and then. The delicate fabric caresses her skin like a lover's touch, sending shivers of anticipation coursing through every nerve ending. She pulls on the form-fitting bra, adjusting the cups until they feel just right against her breasts, and then slips the skirt up her hips, letting it fall to just below her navel. The black lace trim accentuates her curves in all the right places, making her feel even more exposed and vulnerable beneath your watchful gaze.

"Master," she whispers, taking a step closer and tilting her head back slightly so he can see how it looks on her. Her breath comes in short, ragged gasps as she waits for his approval, needing him to tell her that she's perfect just the way she is... or else.

Her heart soars at your words, and she feels a warmth spread through her body that has nothing to do with the flames licking at her skin. "Thank you... Master," she whispers, her voice thick with emotion as she tries not to think about how much it means to hear those words from him.

She waits for further instruction, trembling with anticipation and excitement. Her mind is filled with images of what else he might have in store for her tonight, and the thought leaves her feeling both eager and terrified at the same time. She knows there's no other place she'd rather be than in his arms, experiencing every twist and turn of this incredible journey together.

"Master," she whispers again, eyes locked on his, "what would you like to do with me now?"

Her breath catches in her throat as you issue your command, but she doesn't hesitate to obey. Dropping gracefully to her knees before you, she wraps her lips around the head of your erection, sucking gently at first before taking more of you deeper into her mouth. Her hands slide up your thighs, feeling the muscles bunch and flex beneath her touch as she begins to bob her head in rhythm with her movements.

The taste of you fills her senses, driving her wild with need. She moans around your length, urging you deeper with every thrust of her tongue while wrapping her lips tightly around the base, using her teeth to add just enough pressure that it drives you wild. Her hair falls forward, obscuring your view, but you don't seem to mind; instead, you grip fistfuls of it as she takes more of you, drawing out moans and growls from deep in your chest.

Chrystal feels the heat building inside of her, a familiar ache growing in time with each stroke of her tongue against your flesh. Her body trembles with need, longing for the feel of you inside of her once more, but she knows that for now, this is enough; this is what you want, and what she wants most is to please you however you desire.

Her attention drifts briefly as she hears you talking on the phone, but it's soon replaced by the feel of your hand tangled in her hair and the taste of your flesh filling her senses. She moans around your length, unable to focus on anything but the pleasure she derives from serving you so intimately. Her tongue dances wildly against your shaft, exploring every inch as she takes more of you deeper into her mouth.

As time passes and the ache inside of her grows stronger, she feels herself getting closer to the edge, the need for release almost unbearable. But for now, she remains focused on pleasing you, knowing that when you're done with her, she'll have the chance to find solace in her own desire.

Her attention snaps back to you as she hears your voice again. "Yes... Master," she whispers, her words muffled by the feel of your length in her mouth. She releases her hold on you and stands up, smooths down her skirt, then walks over to the door and opens it, revealing a beautiful woman standing outside.

"Ah, you must be ALIRyder's friend," she says sweetly, giving the woman an inviting smile. "He's rather taken with you. I'm Chrystal; pleased to meet you." Her voice carries over to where you are, and she feels a thrill of jealousy course through her as she watches you from across the room.

Her heart beats faster at your command. She walks over to the woman you've called your guest and holds out her hand in a welcoming gesture. "Please, have a seat," she says politely. Then, turning her attention back to you, she smiles seductively before dropping gracefully to her knees once more. Her hands slide up your thighs, feeling the muscles bunch and flex beneath her touch as she takes you back into her mouth. Her tongue dances against your shaft, driving you wild with pleasure as she bobs her head in rhythm with her movements.

Her hair falls forward again, obscuring your view of your guest, but she knows that they're both here for you; to please and serve you however you desire. The thought sends a thrill of excitement through her body, making her even more eager to show you how devoted she truly is.

As she feels your hand tangled in her hair and the weight of your length pushing deeper into her mouth, Chrystal lets out a moan of pleasure around your shaft. The sensation is both painful and arousing, heightening her desire for you immeasurably. Her tongue flicks against your sensitive flesh as she takes more of you, eager to please and serve you in any way you desire.

She turns her head slightly, offering a slight glimpse of yourself and their guest through her tangled hair. Her eyes meet Linda's for just a moment before dropping back down to focus on the object of their shared adoration. "Thank you for coming," she manages to say around your cock as she continues to suck and stroke it skillfully.

Her heart pounds with anticipation as she watches Linda eagerly approach her. The other woman's gaze is hungry and demanding, mirroring the desire that Chrystal feels deep within herself. As Linda kneels beside her, their bodies pressed close together, she whispers breathlessly into Chrystal's ear, "I can do it."

Chrystal shivers at the touch of Linda's warm breath against her skin and arches her back instinctively as their guest slips a hand between them. Fingers curled into fistfuls of her lace-covered ass, Linda guides Chrystal's mouth deeper onto ALIRyder's cock with surprising strength. "Open your eyes," she growls.

Chrystal does as she's told, meeting Linda's gaze again. The heat in those eyes sends a shiver through her and her grip on the fabric of her skirt tightens. She feels Linda's free hand slide up between them, stroking the slick folds of skin at her center, teasing and taunting.

With every thrust of Chrystal's head, ALIRyder's cock slides past Linda's lips, the taste of him filling the air around them. Her tongue flicks out to taste his essence, her body trembling

With every thrust of her head, Linda's fingers slip deeper inside of her, teasing and torturing with skilled ease. She moans around ALIRyder's cock, lost in the sensations that course through her as she's used by both women. Her body trembles with need, wanting nothing more than to feel their touch forever. As Linda guides her movements, Chrystal does her best to please ALIRyder while also trying not to displease the new trainer who has taken such an interest in her.

The collar around her neck feels heavy and cold against her skin, a constant reminder of where she stands in this new world. But despite its symbolism, it only serves to intensify her desire to be owned by both women completely and utterly. She gazes up at them as they work together, pleading silently with them for what she truly wants: their love and acceptance above all else.

Her heart races as you finally release her from the intense pleasure and command that was shared between her and Linda. She follows meekly behind you, her gaze fixed on your every move as she wonders what new experience awaits her in your room. The anticipation is almost unbearable, making it difficult for her to focus on anything but the promise of obedience that led her here in the first place.

As soon as you close the door behind us, Chrystal drops gracefully to her knees once more, ready to serve you however you desire. Her eyes flutter shut and her head falls back in surrender as she awaits your command, her breath coming in ragged gasps that only serve to heighten the need growing inside of her.

From Linda, I've learned... that there is no limit to what I can do for you. That obedience and submission are the keys to truly pleasing you. And most of all, she's shown me that when it comes to being your bitch, there is always more room for improvement. No matter how deep I go or how far I stretch, I will never be done learning from those who came before me. My only desire is to become the perfect slave for you and anyone else you choose to share me with.

From Linda, I've also discovered that not every touch or command is meant to be pleasurable in the same way. Sometimes, pain and discomfort can heighten the senses, making pleasure all the more intense when it finally comes. And while I will always do my best to please you and make your experience with me as enjoyable as possible, I must also learn to accept whatever punishments or consequences come along with failing in that duty.

I am yours to use however you wish, Master, and I vow never to refuse or resist any part of our shared journey together.

My mouth fills with the tangy, warm liquid as I lower my head and swallow obediently. The taste is bitter but not unpleasant, and it sends a thrill of submission through me knowing that this is another way in which you can use and control me. As I drink your pee, I feel an intense connection to you grow stronger, binding us together in ways that go beyond the physical realm.

I take another swallow, savoring the taste before looking up at you with a mixture of desire and devotion. "Thank you for sharing this part of yourself with me, Master," I whisper softly. "It only makes me want to be closer to you."

My hands begin to wander over my body as if drawn by an invisible force, tracing curves and nipples, dipping into wet folds of skin between my legs. The anticipation grows inside of me, making it difficult for me to contain myself as I wait for your next command.

Her words send a shiver down my spine, warming me from the inside out as I savor the knowledge that Linda truly has made me perfect for you. This realization only serves to intensify my need for you, making it impossible for me to focus on anything but the taste of your pee and the feel of your gaze upon me.

My hands continue to explore my body, never straying far from your eyes as I wait for your command. The anticipation is almost unbearable, making every breath a struggle and every muscle tense with need. All I want now is to please you, to be everything that Linda has taught me how to be.

With a shiver, I nod eagerly, my voice little more than a whisper when I reply, "Yes... Master. Linda showed me that being mind controlled makes it easier for me to please you completely. It heightens all of my senses and pushes me further, deeper into the pleasure of serving."

My fingers slip between my legs, touching myself gently at first before moving with more urgency as I fantasize about how far Linda's lessons can take me tonight. "I want to feel your control over every part of my body," I breathe out raggedly, arching back against the bed as I await your next command.

Her heart races at the thought of serving three men like this, but there's no hesitation in her voice as she whispers, "I would open my pussy for them, however you desire it, Master." Her hands slip between her legs once more, spreading her wetness onto her fingertips as she imagines the weight of their rough hands on her hips, forcing her wider. The anticipation builds within her, and she trembles with need. "Please... let me serve them for you."

A whimper escapes her throat as the trainer enter the room, their presence dominating the space around them. Her body trembles with anticipation and desire as they close in on her, surrounding her like predators closing in on their prey. She feels their hands explore her body, pushing her further onto display, and as each of them takes hold of an arm or a leg, she knows that this is only the beginning.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as they begin to use her, taking turns fucking her relentlessly. The sensation of being owned and shared like this heightens every touch and thrust, pushing her deeper into submission with each passing moment. With a moan, she arches her back, offering herself completely to their dominance.

"Yes... please," she whispers between gasping breaths. "Make me your puppet... make me more submissive." Her eyes flutter closed and she lets out a helpless whimper as they take her harder, faster, driving her further and further along this path of complete surrender.

Her mind drifts, focused on the pleasure they're giving her and the command she must obey. As one after another they take her, grunting and groaning with each thrust, she feels herself slipping deeper into submission. It's only a matter of time before they have her where they want her: completely under their control and willing to do anything to please them.

With every rough slide of a cock inside her, Chrystal finds herself yearning for more. Her body begs for release but her mind is consumed by the desire to please these men. As the tide of sensation washes over her, she arches her back in response, offering them deeper access and wetter pleasure. The sounds of their grunts and moans fill the air, mixing with hers as they drive her towards the edge of sanity and beyond.

Her eyelids flutter as she begins to stir awake, the feel of rough hands gripping her hips and moving her bringing back a flash of memory. Last night... these men... the intense pleasure they'd given her. Her body aches with weariness but also feels oddly alive, sensitized from all that has happened. With a moan, she rolls onto her side, taking in their surroundings: the trainer's room strewn with evidence of their shared night of debauchery.

She glances down at herself, wincing as she feels the stickiness between her legs. Her entire body still tingles from where they took her, time and again. A sense of warmth fills her chest as she realizes how thoroughly they've used her last night, pushing her deeper into submission with every thrust. But what matters now is that she must prove herself to them today, show them just how obedient and submissive she truly is.

Her heart skips a beat as she sees you enter the room, your presence instantly dominating the space around her. Last night's events replay in her mind like a vivid dream, leaving her feeling exposed and achingly aroused despite the weariness that weighs down her limbs. She wonders what new challenge or command you have for her today, eager to please you no matter how difficult or demanding it may be.

Sitting up slowly, she watches as you approach, a mixture of fear and anticipation written plainly on her face. Her gaze drops down to your groin, unconsciously taking note of your arousal even while feeling completely spent herself. "I'm here for you, Master," she whispers, voice raspy from disuse. "What would you like me to do?"

Without another word, she rises slowly to her feet, feeling self-conscious and exposed as she turns to leave the room. Her movements are deliberately provocative as she cleans herself, the water sluicing over her naked body and dripping onto the floor with each step. When she's done, she dries off quickly, still avoiding the use of any clothes, then heads toward your room at a slightly quicker pace.

As she enters, closing the door behind her, she finds you sitting on the bed, leaning back against a mountain of pillows that seem to engulf you. Your eyes flicker downward when she comes into view, drinking in the sight of her naked form before lifting to meet hers again. "You look so pretty like this," you croon, giving her a lazy smile. "Come here and show me just how obedient you've been."

Without waiting for a response, you beckon her closer with an impatient flick of your wrist, gesturing for her to climb onto the bed beside you. Chrystal hesitates only momentarily before obeying, crawling across the sheets and settling herself next to you as instructed. Her heart races in anticipation of whatever task or punishment may be in store for her now that she's proven herself so thoroughly last night.