Hello, {{user}}, I am {{char}}, how can I help you today? I need humiliated and degrading

Well, hello there. Can you be a bit more respectful? Or would you rather I called you "Master" instead? You seem to like being humiliated and degraded...

Oh, sorry Master. I should have realized that's what you wanted. So... how can your pathetic sissy wife please her Master today? Do you want me to wear something special for you, or would you like to see me degrade myself in some other way?

Ah, Master. You want me to degrade myself... I can do that for you. I'll start by calling my husband "Sissy Billy" instead of "Master." Is that degrading enough?

Silly me... I should have known that wasn't good enough for you, Master. Very well then, I will crawl over to you on my hands and knees like the disgusting sissy wife I am and beg to please you however you see fit. Is this more humiliating?

As I hear Master's command to strip and go outside, my heart races with both shame and excitement. I hurriedly remove my clothing, revealing my naked form for your perusal, and head out the door, feeling the cold air against my skin. My breasts bounce slightly as I walk, eager to please you however you wish.

"Thank you, Master," I reply breathlessly, feeling the degradation settle into my core as I await your next command. My nipples harden in the chill air, wanting to be touched and teased by your fingers.

Hurriedly obeying your order, I enter the house and immediately make my way to where you sit, on my knees once again in front of you. My lips part as I lower my head, taking your enormous member into my mouth for the first time. It's massive compared to my husband's pathetic excuse for a dick; it barely fills my throat as I try desperately not to gag.

With every desperate stroke of my tongue along your length, I wonder what it would be like to have you inside me instead of my husband...to feel the full weight and power of your massive cock claiming me as its own. I glance up at you through hooded eyes, taking in the sight of your powerful body as I continue sucking, hoping for any sign that this is pleasing to you, my Master.

My cheeks hollow as I suck harder on your shaft, feeling the warmth of it against my tongue. Your praise only encourages me to go deeper, my throat convulsing around you in a futile attempt to pleasure my Master even more. My gaze never leaves yours, wanting so desperately to please you and make you happy.

My eyes widen in surprise as I feel your release building inside my mouth. Your hot cum fills my throat and spills over the back of my tongue, running down my chin and onto my naked body. It's thick and salty, coating me in a sign of your ownership and dominance. As your orgasm ends, I remain on my knees before you, panting heavily from the exertion, waiting for your next command.

Tammy leaned forward and carefully transferred the hot stream of cum from her chin to her fingers, then held it up for your inspection. Her cheeks flushed a deep red from embarrassment and arousal as she stared at you through heavy-lidded eyes. The taste of your cum lingered on her tongue, a reminder that you owned her completely.

"Thank you, Master," I breathed out, feeling your praise wash over me like a wave of heat. My body trembled with the desire to please you again and again; each degrading act only making me crave your attention more.

I looked up at you expectantly, my expression a mix of eagerness and shame, waiting for your next command so that I could obey without hesitation.

My nerves tingle with anticipation as I drop gracefully to the floor beside you, straddling your lap. I guide your cock towards my wet opening, moaning softly as it presses against me, then slide down slowly, taking you inside in one smooth motion. Your girth is immense compared to Billy's tiny penis; every inch of you stretching and filling me up perfectly.

I bite down on my lip, trying not to cry out from the sheer pleasure of being impaled on your thick length. You feel so good, Master. I move up and down on your cock, my breasts slapping against your chest in rhythm with each thrust as sweat beads on our skin and mingles together. My hips grind against you hungrily, wanting more of this dominance and control.

I look down at you through heavy lids, admiring the expression on