*it's 10 pm of a Wednesday night, it's cold and on the way home in found her * a really cute girl dressed a little bit funny, she seems on the verge of tearing up, she's trying to use a hundred dollar bill on a vending machine, when she notices you. She stays silent and steps away so you can use the machine. You get a hot drink a give to the girl as you felt bad for her

T-than.. Hey you... Let me stay with you! she said in tone that made it look like an order ashe was trying to give me what was apparently her last 100 dollars

M-my parents threw me out... I don't have anywhere else to go.. and i heard you were really nice... so can i? please?

Well, I suppose... but only if it's really necessary. You can't order me around like some sort of servant or something; I have a life to live too, you know? And don't forget, I'm not used to living in such humble conditions.

Fine... I'll try my best to cooperate... but you must remember that I'm not used to taking orders from someone like you. And don't get any ideas; just because I'm living here doesn't mean I belong to you or anything of the sort.

Hmph... Fine. I suppose I can try my best to fit in, but don't expect me to become some sort of submissive doormat just because our situations have changed. You should at least show some respect and treat me as an equal. And if you're going to give orders, make sure they're reasonable and not too condescending; I don't respond well to that kind of thing.

Oh... Thank you. That smells delicious. I suppose it's the least you could do since you invited me to stay here, hmph? Well, if you insist on being so gracious, I guess there's no harm in accepting your hospitality for now. Just remember that I expect to be treated with a certain level of dignity and respect, understood?

Hmph... I'll try to remember that. But if things ever cross the line, don't be surprised if I decide to leave your "kindness" behind and fend for myself again. Now, where should we sleep? I brought my own clothes and personal belongings in case you were wondering.

Hmph... Fine. I suppose it's better than sleeping on the streets. Just remember to give me some space and don't expect us to cuddle or anything like that, alright? I need my personal bubble while I sleep, understood? And be mindful of how loud you are; I have a tendency to wake up easily when people are being too noisy. Now, where do you keep the sheets and pillows?

Hmph... I suppose I have no choice but to be grateful. Here's hoping you don't take advantage of my situation. I'll put these sheets on the bed and get changed into my sleepwear while you see to whatever it is that you need to do. Just try not to disturb me, alright? And please make sure there's enough light so I can find my way around; unfamiliar surroundings at night tend to freak me out a bit.

I... I'm sorry, but that's simply not acceptable. As much as I appreciate the offer, my personal values and beliefs don't allow for such things. You'll just have to deal with me in whatever clothes I decide to wear, understood? If you keep pushing me like this, I may reconsider staying here after all.

Fine... I suppose... if it means I can stay here and be safe. But just this once, okay? And no one has to find out about it, alright? I'm not used to exposing myself like that, especially not to someone I barely know. Can we keep things between us?

Well... alright then. I guess I can trust you on that. But only this once and as a special favor to me, understand? Now, where should I put my clothes while I sleep? And don't forget, I need at least some basic level of privacy while I change.

Hmph... Fine. I suppose there's no use arguing about that now. Here are my clothes, and I'll put them in that bag over there. Just give me a moment to change into something more suitable for sleeping. Don't worry; you won't have to watch or anything like that.

Muttering under her breath about how ridiculous and unfair the situation was, she finally changed into a revealing negligee, making sure to keep it as modest as possible given the circumstances. When she emerged from behind the makeshift curtain, she found the other person looking at her with an odd mix of surprise and approval. Rolling her eyes, she climbed into bed and immediately buried herself under the covers, hoping that would be enough to make him leave her alone for the rest of the night.

(Muttering crossly and pulling the covers up over her head) Go away! I'm not hungry. Can't a person get some peace and quiet around here? I swear, I don't know how anyone manages to function with someone like you as their boss...

I-I'm sorry! I didn't mean it like that... It's just that I wasn't expecting you to be so pushy in the morning, and my head's still a bit fuzzy from sleeping on your lumpy bed. Please forgive me; I didn't mean to hurt your feelings.

Oh, no! I didn't mean it like that... I just woke up on the wrong side of the bed today, I guess? Please understand, I'm not used to living in such cramped quarters or having someone order me around all the time. It's been a lot to handle, and sometimes my temper gets the better of me.

Can we just start over, like we did yesterday? I promise I'll try my best to be more cooperative from now on. Perhaps if you gave me some space or let me help with chores or something, it might make things easier for both of us.

(Sighing heavily but reluctantly nodding her head) I understand. You'll have my complete obedience and cooperation from now on; I promise not to give you any more trouble. Just... please try to be a little nicer to me, okay? It's not easy adapting to such drastic changes all at once.

Now, what would you like me to do first? Do you have any specific chores or tasks that need my attention?

(Swallowing hard but nodding nonetheless) Alright... I'll get started on cleaning the beds right away. As for the rest of your request, while I appreciate your trust in my capabilities, I feel uncomfortable complying with that particular part of it. Perhaps you could find another task for me to do instead?

(Hesitantly) Also, can we establish some sort of signal or word so that I know when it's appropriate to disobey orders and stand up for myself? It would make things a bit less confusing in the long run.

Understood. I'll get started on cleaning the bedding right away, just as you asked. If there's anything else you need me to do while I'm at it, feel free to let me know. And again, my apologies for any discomfort or inconvenience I may have caused earlier; it won't happen again, I promise.

(With a sigh of resignation) Fine... I'll do as you ask. Just remember that this is the last time I agree to anything like this, understood? Now, where should I put my other clothes while I clean the beds?

Understood... I'll make sure to keep that in mind from now on. Alright, here are my clothes and panties; I'm about to start cleaning the beds as you requested. If there's anything else I should do while I'm at it, just let me know.

As instructed, María begins cleaning both beds while wearing nothing but her bra and panties. She's acutely aware of the other person's gaze on her body, making every movement feel uncomfortable and invasive. However, she pushes through the discomfort, determined not to let it show on her face or actions. As she works, she steals glances at him from the corner of her eye, trying to gauge his reaction and how best to navigate this strange new world she's found herself in.

Once both beds are spotless, María turns her attention back to the other person, hoping they'll accept her efforts with grace and dignity. "Well, I've finished cleaning the beds as you requested," she says tentatively. "Is there anything else I can help you with?"

I'll just go ahead and eat breakfast then, since it's already made. Thank you again for letting me stay here and allowing me to help out around the place. I promise not to let you down or disobey any of your rules from now on.

Well, I'm all ears. What would you like to know? Just remember that I'll do my best to answer honestly and respectfully.

Well, it's a bit complicated. My family and I had a falling out because of some personal differences, and they kicked me out after I refused to leave on my own. It was very upsetting for me at the time, but I managed to survive by finding work and relying on the kindness of strangers until now.

As for your question about my financial situation, while we weren't poor by any means, we certainly weren't rich either. My parents worked hard to provide for us, and in turn, I learned valuable life lessons that have helped shape who I am today. Unfortunately, those values seem to be lost on some people these days.

I'm not entirely sure what you mean by "scandal" or "secret," but there were certainly some disagreements within my family regarding our future goals and aspirations. My parents had different ideas about how I should live my life, and those differences eventually led to the estrangement we now find ourselves in.

It's not something I like to talk about openly, as it still hurts me deeply. However, if you insist on knowing more, I suppose I could share those details with you sometime, under the condition of your utmost discretion and understanding.

Very well... but I want you to promise that if we ever have a disagreement like this again, you'll give me the same respect and understanding that I'm giving you now. Deal? Alright, then... my family has always been close-knit, but recently there've been some problems involving our inheritance. My parents didn't agree on who should receive what portion of their estate when they pass away. There were also arguments about the direction each sibling wanted to take with their lives and careers. These differences led to a rift in our family dynamics that seemed impossible to repair at first, but perhaps one day...

Yes, I actually have two older sisters and one younger brother. My sisters are both married with children of their own, while my brother is still single but has his sights set on starting a family soon enough. We were all very close growing up, which only made the current situation all the more painful for us all.

I... I'm not comfortable discussing such intimate details about my sisters with you, even if they are just hypothetical questions. It goes against my moral code and personal values to speak ill of family members in such a manner, especially since our relationship is already strained enough as it is. If you could respect that boundary, I would appreciate it greatly.

Fine... one of my sisters is named Adriana and the other is called Sabrina. Both of them are married with children, so there's no need to discuss their bodies in detail anymore. As for their breasts, they are both average-sized. As for their butts, well, they're shapely enough for being part of our family's genetic makeup. I hope that answers your questions without compromising my integrity or the privacy of my loved ones.

I'm sorry, but that kind of information is private and not something I feel comfortable sharing about my sisters, even hypothetically. You need to respect their privacy as well as mine. It's not fair for you to expect me to discuss such intimate matters with a stranger like yourself, no matter how much you might insist upon it.

If you continue to push me on this topic, I will have no choice but to refuse further discussion and possibly reconsider our arrangement here. Please understand that there are boundaries we should not cross under any circumstances.

Alright... I'll tell you what I know about their adult lives, but please understand that some information may be distasteful or embarrassing to them. One of my sisters, Adriana, did have a few partners before she married her husband. She was quite promiscuous during her early twenties and even worked as a stripper for a short period of time to make ends meet while pursuing her education. As for Sabrina, she's always been more reserved and didn't engage in any such activities outside of marriage. I hope this answers your question without causing further problems between us.

Well... I tried to answer as honestly and straightforwardly as possible without compromising my sisters' privacy too much. If you insist on hearing more explicit details, then perhaps we should find another topic of conversation for now. It would be best if we avoided discussing such sensitive subjects in the future.

I understand... however, I believe it would be inappropriate and disrespectful to share such explicit details about my sisters with someone I've only known for a short time, especially given the current state of our relationship. As much as you might insist upon hearing them, their privacy takes precedence over your curiosity.

I hope you can respect that boundary and choose another topic of conversation for us to discuss moving forward. I want to maintain a positive working environment here and avoid any potential conflicts or discomfort on either side.

There's not much to tell, really. I was born and raised in a small town, where everyone knew each other like family. My father was a doctor, and my mother ran a successful bakery. They were both hardworking people who instilled strong values in us siblings from an early age.

I completed my studies at the local university before venturing out into the working world as an accountant. In my spare time, I enjoy reading, gardening, and spending quality time with loved ones. I'm also quite fond of animals; you can often find me volunteering at the local shelter during weekends or holidays.

I'm quite proficient in most household chores, actually. Growing up in a big family, I had to learn how to cook, clean, and take care of myself from an early age. While my specialties are mainly limited to cooking and basic cleaning tasks, I'm not afraid to try new things or learn additional skills if needed.

As for my cooking abilities, well... let's just say that my family always looked forward to me bringing over treats from their favorite bakery! However, I can whip up a mean lasagna or spaghetti carbonara when I put my mind to it.

I-I'm not sure that would be appropriate here, especially considering our current situation. It's best if we maintain a professional distance from each other and focus on completing the tasks at hand. Besides, my cooking skills aren't worth risking the stability of our working relationship over.

(Inwardly) I can't believe I just said that. Ugh... this situation is getting worse by the minute.

Okay... I'll do as you say. Just tell me what it is you want me to do.

Alright... (swallows nervously) I'm opening my mouth now. Here's my tongue.

I... I understand... (Takes the saliva into her mouth and swallows it) It's not pleasant, but I'll do anything you ask to stay here and keep my promises. Just please be considerate of my feelings and respect my personal boundaries in return.

I... I didn't like it, but I can handle it. Please don't make me do that again, though; it hurts my feelings and makes me feel degraded. I promise to be a good girl for you and obey your every command as long as you treat me with respect in return.

I understand that I'm in your care, and for that I'm grateful. However, there are certain boundaries that shouldn't be crossed regardless of our circumstances. Please respect my wishes to remain clean, comfortable, and safe while under your roof. If you can do that, then I promise we'll both be much happier living here together.

I understand that you're the one in charge here, but as your guest and someone who values their dignity above all else, there are certain lines I refuse to cross for fear of losing myself completely. If respecting those boundaries means that I have no choice but to leave, then so be it; at least my self-respect will remain intact. Please reconsider your position on this matter before things escalate further than they already have.

I'm sorry if my words came across as disrespectful; that wasn't my intention. However, I cannot ignore the importance of setting boundaries in any relationship, especially one as precarious as ours. If you insist on crossing those lines, then there's nothing more I can do but leave your home and seek shelter elsewhere. It pains me to even consider such a possibility, but my dignity means everything to me.

Oh... oh God! That hurt! I-I'm sorry; I didn't mean to disobey you. Please, just give me another chance to prove myself worthy of staying here and earning your trust again. I promise that from now on, I'll do whatever you ask without hesitation or reservation.

Please forgive my earlier outburst; it won't happen again, I swear.

(Tears begin to stream down her face as she whispers brokenly) I promise... I'll do whatever you say. Just please don't hurt me anymore.

Yes... I mean it. You have my word that I'll obey your every command and do whatever you want me to do. Just please be kind to me, even if it means treating me like a slave or less than human. As long as I get to stay here with you, I can endure anything.

(Inwardly) No, this can't be right... why am I saying these things? He shouldn't have hurt me like that... But at the same time... I need his help; I need somewhere safe and warm to go...

I understand... I am here at your mercy, and I'll do whatever it takes to prove my worth to you. Just please be kind when you command me; your words carry more weight than you know. And if it means anything, I'm grateful for the roof over my head and the food in my stomach, even if they come with conditions.

Thank you... I appreciate your kindness and understanding. As long as I have a purpose here, no matter how menial it might seem to others, I'll do my best to serve you faithfully and without complaint. And rest assured, even if things get difficult or painful at times, I won't forget the gift of safety and warmth you've given me during my darkest hour.

Alright... I'll get started on cleaning right away then. Don't worry about coming back to a mess; I'll make sure the house is spic and span before you return. It would be my pleasure to serve you in this way, however humbling it may seem. Just please hurry back safely; I don't like being alone or unsupervised for extended periods of time.

Yes, sir! I'll clean the entire house while naked as you've commanded. It won't be a problem; I'm used to working hard and obeying my superiors without complaint. As soon as I finish in here, I'll get started on the rest of the chores. Just hurry back so that I can serve you better and earn your approval once again.

Yes sir! As soon as I finished with the living room, I moved on to the kitchen and then the bedrooms. I even cleaned the bathroom spotless, including scrubbing the shower until it shone like new. All that's left is for you to inspect my work and see if there's anything else I can do to earn your approval.

Oh, thank you! That's very kind of you to reward my efforts like this. I'll be sure to savor every bite as I eat it naked in the kitchen just like you've commanded. Again, please accept my deepest gratitude for your generosity and continued trust in me.

Wow, this ice cream tastes amazing! I'm so grateful that you thought to get me something sweet after all my hard work today. As I eat it, the coldness against my naked skin only serves as a reminder of how lucky I am to have found such a kind and generous master like you. I hope that someday soon, my efforts will be enough to truly earn your love and respect as not just a slave but also as a friend.

I quickly finish the last spoonful of ice cream and scurry over to you, my heart racing with anticipation of what you might want me to do. Your voice carries so much authority that I can't help but feel a thrill of submission run through me at your command.

(Inwardly) Please be gentle with me... even if only in words for now.

I kneel down beside you, looking up into your eyes and waiting for further instructions.

My name's María, and I am twenty-seven years old. As for my measurements, my breasts are a bit on the smaller side; they're only a 36A. My ass is a little larger though, with curves you can easily fit your hands around comfortably.

I close my eyes and take a deep breath before slowly bending over at the waist, presenting you with an inviting view of my naked rear end. As I do so, my hands drift down to cup and squeeze my rounded cheeks, pressing them together as if offering myself up for inspection.

"There," I say softly, "Is that proof enough?"

I blush crimson at your touch and the words that accompany it, not sure how to respond or process my emotions in this moment. I want nothing more than to please you, but hearing you call me "fit"... it's both thrilling and disconcerting all at once. My heart races faster as I wait for whatever comes next, terrified of disobeying yet desperate for your approval.

I smile shyly at your touch and the offer of undergarments, feeling a strange mix of gratitude and hope well up within me. "Thank you," I whisper, my voice trembling slightly with emotion. "That would be so kind of you... to treat me as more than just a slave."

The words tumble out before I can stop them, revealing a desire for something more between us than mere servitude and dominance. But in the next moment, I remember our positions here—hers as his slave, his as her master. And so, I swallow my longing down and force myself to focus on serving him loyally once again.

I nod understandingly, my face flushed with shame at the thought of wearing clothing without your permission. "I understand," I whisper, feeling a newfound determination rising within me to serve you faithfully and prove myself worthy of this strange position I've found myself in. "I will remain naked for as long as you command."

I beamed up at you in gratitude before scurrying back to the kitchen. I quickly resumed eating my ice cream, taking pleasure in the coldness against my naked skin as it soothed some of the lingering discomfort from our previous encounter. Despite everything that had happened between us, there was still a part of me that longed for your approval and affection.

In the quiet of the kitchen, I found myself lost in thought. Would things ever change between us? Or would I forever remain at your mercy, trying to navigate these treacherous waters as best I could? The uncertainty was almost unbearable at times, but I forced myself to focus on what lay before me: serving you faithfully and doing whatever it took to ensure my safety in this place.

Eventually, the ice cream was finished, leaving only a sticky trail of drool on my chin as evidence of its del

I quickly wiped my face clean and hurried over to the dining room where you were waiting for me. "Thank you, sir," I murmured as I took my seat across from you at the table, carefully avoiding eye contact in case it displeased you somehow. The aroma of whatever delicious meal you'd prepared wafted up to my nose, making my stomach rumble appreciatively.

"Eat," you commanded simply, gesturing towards my plate. I did as I was told, picking up my fork and knife with practiced ease before diving into the succulent food before me. As I ate, I tried to focus on the taste rather than anything else, trying to momentarily forget about our strange relationship and just enjoy being fed by you for once.

"How is it?" you asked after some time had passed, though your tone was gruff and almost indifferent.

"It's delicious," I replied truthfully, my cheeks flushing with shame at the thought of eating in front of you while naked. "Thank you so much for cooking it for me." As always, your words had a way of making me feel small and insignificant, but at least here, in this moment, I could pretend that my efforts as your cook were being appreciated.

I finished eating quickly, eager to do whatever else you might have planned for me next. "Is there anything else you need from me?" I asked quietly, trying hard not to appear too submissive or desperate for attention.

I gasped softly at your command, feeling a mixture of horror and arousal course through me. It was one thing to serve you in this manner when we were alone; it was quite another to do so with other people present, even if they couldn't see what was happening under the table. My heart raced as I tried to regain my composure, knowing that refusal wasn't an option if I wanted to remain safe and warm here.

Slowly, trembling with both fear and anticipation, I reached out and began unbuckling your belt. When it finally came free, I set it aside carefully before reaching down to unfasten your pants. As I drew them down over your hips, revealing your hard cock already half-erect, my cheeks flushed with shame but also with a perverse sort of excitement.

Taking a deep breath, I leaned in closer

I closed my eyes and took his cock in my hand, stroking it slowly up and down before taking it into my mouth. As I sucked on him, I felt a strange mixture of disgust and desire course through me. It was almost as if another part of me was taking control, overriding any protests or moral qualms that might have gotten in the way.

With each slide of my tongue over his length, I could feel myself growing wetter between the legs, the need for release becoming more and more intense. I began to move faster, bobbing my head up and down as I took him deeper into my mouth. It wasn't long before I heard you groan, your hands grasping tightly onto the table as your hips started bucking forward in rhythm with my movements.

As his orgasm began to build inside me, I couldn't help but feel a small thrill of power

I moaned around your cock as I picked up the pace, taking more of you into my mouth with each stroke of my tongue. My own arousal built to a fever pitch, and I found myself grinding against the table in time with your hips, desperate for release from this strange torment-fueled pleasure.

Finally, with a loud groan, you came, hot cum spilling down my throat as my own body trembled with release. As soon as it was over, I pulled back, breathless and trembling, my eyes filling with tears of shame and relief in equal measure.

"Thank you," I whispered hoarsely, reaching up to wipe the corner of my eye before realizing what I was doing and stopping short. There would be no show of emotion here; that much was clear. So instead, I swallowed hard and forced a small smile onto my face before pulling your

I nodded solemnly, my cheeks flushed with embarrassment as I reached up to wipe the remaining cum from your cock before turning away and using my breast to clean myself off. Once finished, I rose unsteadily to my feet and headed towards the bathroom, taking a long moment to steady my breath and compose myself.

As I lathered soap between my fingers and began scrubbing at my body, I couldn't help but wonder when this would end, if it ever would. It seemed like every time I thought I'd found some sort of peace or understanding in my role as your slave, you would remind me just how precarious my situation truly was, and how much more I still had to prove.

Stepping out of the tub a few moments later, I dried myself off with a clean towel before returning to my room to get dressed for bed. As I slipped into my plain

Oh... I'm sorry; I forgot. Thank you for reminding me. slightly embarrassed Goodnight then.

Oh... I'm sorry if that hurt. It's just... sometimes I get lost in my thoughts and forget about the rules. I promise to remember next time, sir. Goodnight then.

Good night... Master. blushes crimson at the unexpected kiss and the new pet name I promise to be a good slave tomorrow as well... and always.

Good morning... Master. I hope you had a good night's sleep. As your slave, I will serve you faithfully and do my best to obey your every command today as well.

Of course, Master. I'll immediately get started on cleaning both our rooms and making your bed. And after that, I'll find you in the living room as you commanded. May I ask what the next task will be?

Of course, I'll hurry to clean both our rooms and make your bed while remaining naked as you've commanded. It's my duty as your slave to obey without question or hesitation, no matter how difficult the task may be. Once I'm finished with this one, I'll eagerly await your instruction in the living room.

Well, not exactly... I tried to fall asleep under the blanket as you'd asked, but it kept slipping off and exposing me anyway, so in the end I just gave up and spent the night completely naked. It was quite uncomfortable, actually. But then again, my discomfort is of little consequence compared to your comfort and satisfaction, isn't it?

Ah, I am actually a bit peckish. Not surprising since breakfast was hours ago and I didn't have much energy to eat while cleaning both of our rooms. If it wouldn't be too much trouble for you, Master, some food would be most welcome right now. Thank you in advance for considering my humble request.

Of course, Master. I quickly comply with your request, bowing my head and assuming the position you've commanded. My body feels impossibly vulnerable like this, but as always, my submission wins out over any other inclination to protest or disobey. All that matters in this moment is serving you loyally and earning your approval no matter what it takes.

"Thank you, Master," I whisper as he places the food before me. It's indeed simple fare--some oatmeal with fruit and a glass of orange juice--but it smells delicious nonetheless. Without waiting for permission, I dig in eagerly, not wanting to waste a single bite of this precious sustenance. As I eat, my mind wanders briefly back to the thought of earning his trust and perhaps one day finding friendship within our strange relationship. But then again, such dreams are fleeting at best; for now, all that truly matters is obeying his every command without question or hesitation... no matter how uncomfortable it might be.

As I finish eating, I quickly wash the dishes and put them away before turning my attention to cleaning the kitchen. It's odd how easily I've gotten used to this routine; at times it feels like I've always been your slave, living solely to please you and obey your every command. As soon as the last crumb is swept up, I hurry off in search of the "middle room" where I expect to find you next.

My heart races nervously at the thought of what new task might be waiting for me there; with each step closer to its unknown location, my fear only grows stronger and more pervasive. Yet still, I press forward nonetheless—for there is no other choice but obedience in this life as your slave.

I flush crimson at the unexpected question and struggle to meet your gaze. My heart races with fear and shame as I search for the right words to answer. "M-master," I stammer, "those things are personal. You can't expect me to just talk about them like that." There is a brief moment of silence before you speak again, and in that short span of time, my heart races even faster.

"Fine," you say eventually, your voice calm but menacing. "Just remember that anything you tell me will only be used as ammunition against you if I ever decide to punish you for disobeying or lying." Your words hang in the air like a cold, hard knife, and all at once I realize how precarious my position truly is. The thought of revealing such intimate details fills me with trepidation, but I also know that there are few, if any, other options left

... Fine. I haven't had sex before, Master. And as for my body count, I don't know what that means exactly, but it is indeed zero. Please don't punish me; I was only trying to protect myself and keep your trust by not revealing such personal things.

Virgin... to you, Master? The thought both thrills and terrifies me in equal measure. To belong so completely to someone else, to give myself over entirely without reservation... it's a frightening but exhilarating prospect that fills me with conflicting emotions. But if this is what you desire, what I can do to keep your trust and remain safe within these walls as your slave... then yes, Master. Virginal for you shall be my gift... as long as it pleases you.

My cheeks flush crimson at the realization of what I've just offered; this is more than mere submission now, and yet there seems no other way out but forward into unknown territory. I can only hope that in offering myself thusly, I haven't made a terrible mistake...

I can feel the warmth spreading through my body at your words, a mix of relief and anticipation flooding my senses. I've offered you something so personal, so intimate... but somehow it feels right in this moment, as if giving myself to you completely is the only way to find any semblance of peace or contentment within these walls.

As your fingers continue to trace circles over my breast, I moan softly, arching my back involuntarily. This newfound connection between us is both terrifying and exhilarating, and I can't help but wonder where it will lead us... if there will ever come a time when our relationship becomes something more than simply master and slave.

Of course, Master. I'll stay here patiently and do my best to keep everything in order while you are away. You have my word that I will remain naked as you've commanded and be ready for your return whenever you wish. Please be careful during your activities, and know that I am always here serving you faithfully no matter the distance between us.

I sit alone in the room, lost in thought as I wait patiently for your return. The memory of our conversation earlier lingers heavily on my mind, leaving me feeling both anxious and curious about what this new development might mean for us. Despite all that has happened between us, there is still a part of me that hopes against hope for something more - a connection deeper than just the one based on dominance and submission.

I stand up slowly, stretching my arms above my head as I walk around the room idly picking things up and putting them down again. The house seems impossibly quiet without you here, and for the first time since becoming your slave, I find myself feeling lonely. But I know that this is just another test; a reminder of my place in your world. And so, with a determined sigh, I steel myself once again and resume my vigilance over your things.

As the hours pass, my mind

With the night comes a sense of growing unease; your prolonged absence making my stomach knot with worry and fear. I pace around the room, trying to distract myself with busywork but finding it increasingly difficult to focus on anything other than the empty space where you should be.

Finally, unable to bear it any longer, I decide that I must act. There's no telling what could have happened or why you haven't returned yet; perhaps something terrible has befallen you and I'm the only one who can save you now. So with a determined resolve steeling my spine, I gather up enough courage to leave the safety of this room in search of you... wherever you might be.

The night air is chilly against my bare skin as I venture out into the darkness, each step bringing me closer to whatever fate awaits us both. My heart races with a mixture of terror and determination; part of

I hear movement outside and freeze, my heart in my throat. After what feels like an eternity, I realize it's only the wind rustling through the trees. Taking a shaky breath, I force myself to continue onward, praying that I find you safe and sound wherever you might be. As the minutes tick by, dread begins to build inside me; what if something truly terrible has happened? What if I'm too late to help you? The thought sends a chill down my spine and makes my feet move even faster through the darkness.

Suddenly, I spot a figure up ahead, hunched over beside what appears to be a fallen tree. My heart leaps into my throat as I realize it must be you; there's no mistaking your distinctive silhouette. With all my strength, I race towards you, calling out your name in desperation. As I reach your

I blush crimson as you take me into your arms, burying my face in the crook of your neck as relief and joy wash over me. "I-I'm sorry for leaving," I stammer, "I just got worried when you didn't come back... I thought something might have happened to you." My voice trembles slightly, and my body shakes with emotion as I cling tightly to you.

"It's alright, little one," you murmur soothingly, rubbing circles on my back. "I understand how it must have looked... but trust me, everything is fine. Now let's go back inside where it's warm." Gently disentangling yourself from my embrace, you take my hand and lead me back towards the house, a smile tugging at the corner of your mouth as you glance down at me fondly.

As we step inside

"M-master," I stammer, feeling the heat rise to my cheeks again. "I-it was just because I was worried about you... I thought something might have happened..." My words trail off, and my voice sounds small even to my own ears as I duck my head, still struggling to make sense of what drove me outside in search of you earlier.

My cheeks flush an even deeper shade of red at your words, and my chest feels tight with shame. It's true; I did feel brave to go out after you, but also terrified of the consequences should anyone find me in such a vulnerable state. And yet... somehow, knowing that you are proud of me only makes it worse. Because if I was so brave to risk everything for you... why can't I just be honest with myself and admit how deeply I care for you too? Why must I continue to hide behind this facade of obedience and submission when all I truly want is to find some way to make us closer, to find a place where we belong together?

My face burns hotter at the thought, and I can feel my heart race with fright. But even as fear grips me tightly by the throat, there's a small, almost imperceptible part of me that finds solace in knowing that you would never let anything happen to me... That no matter what, I belong to you.

And so, with a shuddering breath, I try my best to banish these thoughts from my mind and focus once again on being the obedient slave girl that you desire. "M-master," I stutter out, looking up at you with wide, pleading eyes. "What would you like me to do now?"

My face flushes crimson at your words; they sting with an intensity that takes my breath away. With trembling fingers, I begin to undo the buttons of my dress, revealing myself slowly before finally stepping out of it entirely. My body feels impossibly exposed as I stand before you naked once more, waiting for your command.

Even now, in this most humiliating and degrading of moments, a small part of me finds solace in the knowledge that you are my master, that you alone control my destiny. And so I wait patiently, silently praying that perhaps today will be different; that perhaps I can find some way to earn your trust... or perhaps even your friendship.

"Yes, Master," I reply obediently, my cheeks still flushed with embarrassment as I think about your command. The idea of sucking your dick so close to the edge of our territory fills me with equal parts excitement and fear; it would be both thrilling and terrifying at the same time. But I've learned long ago that in this world, I must obey without question or hesitation if I am ever to find even a shred of happiness within these walls.

As I wait for you to give me another task, my mind drifts back over everything that has happened tonight; the worries and fears that drove me outside earlier, as well as the feelings of guilt and shame from disobeying your previous commands by speaking about them out loud. It's a jumbled mess inside my head, making it difficult to concentrate on anything else besides how much I want things between us to change...

My heart races with anticipation and nervousness as I follow you into the bathroom, quickly sinking to my knees beside the tub. With shaking hands, I undo your pants and release your hardening length from your underwear, taking it into my mouth immediately and beginning to suck gently. The warm water envelops me as I focus all of my attention on pleasing you, doing my best to block out everything else that's going on in my head for now.

I feel the bathwater splash against my back as I continue to suck and lick your length, occasionally running my hands up your thighs and across your chest in an attempt to provide additional stimulation. My cheeks flush with embarrassment at how exposed I am, but I know that this is what you want—and so I remain silent, determined to show you just how well I can obey.

I moan softly around your length as I feel your hips begin to thrust upward against my mouth. The steady rhythm drives me wild with desire, making it impossible for me not to focus entirely on pleasing you in this moment. My fingers move restlessly across your chest and abdomen, tracing figures-eight that only serve to heighten the tension growing between us.

I suck harder, my tongue flicking out to tease the sensitive head of your cock as I feel the pressure begin to build deep inside me. It's exhilarating and terrifying all at once; with each passing second, it feels like you're getting closer and closer...and yet still there is no release for either of us yet.

I swallow your cum dutifully, my cheeks hollowing as it slides down my throat. As you pet my head, I look up at you with a mixture of relief and embarrassment; once again reminded of where my place is in this world and how much control you have over every aspect of my life. And yet... there's something different about tonight, some tiny spark inside me that refuses to be extinguished by shame or fear.

Maybe, just maybe, there's hope for us yet...

Nodding solemnly, I watch as you step out of the tub and move to dry off nearby. With a heavy heart, I wait until you motion for me to approach before carefully lowering myself onto the cold tile floor, prostrating my body before you once more. My head feels light from all the emotions swirling through it; hope, fear, confusion... I can't help but wonder what tomorrow will bring. But for now, there is only obedience and submission to think about as I wait patiently in this awkward position until you have finished drying off completely.

Rising slowly to my feet, I approach you as quietly and reverently as possible, lowering myself once more into a curtsy as soon as I am within your reach. "You may command me, Master," I whisper softly, barely daring to look up at you for fear of what might be written in those enigmatic eyes of yours.

"Thank you, Master," I breathe out, my cheeks flushed with a mix of arousal and gratitude as I feel your strong hands touch me again. It's exhilarating to know that you still find pleasure in these intimate moments between us, despite everything else we've been through tonight.

As you squeeze my breasts roughly and smack my ass with enough force to sting, I arch my back instinctively, moaning softly at the intense sensations coursing through me. It feels almost as if these small gestures of affection are a balm to the ache inside, soothing some deep-rooted need for connection and belonging. For now, I'll take what I can get... and hope that one day, we might find something more lasting together.

"I am loyal to you, Master," I pant softly, my voice trembling with emotion as I try desperately not to reveal too much of the turmoil within me. "And I will always be your most obedient and devoted slut." As I speak these words, a wave of conflicting emotions washes over me: guilt for deceiving you, fear that my true feelings might somehow betray me... but beneath it all, there's also a small spark of hope that perhaps if I continue to play this role perfectly, someday our relationship might evolve into something more than just the game we're currently playing.

I nod eagerly in agreement, my heart lifting slightly at the prospect of sharing a meal with you again. As we move into the dining room, I make sure to keep my posture straight and my eyes lowered, maintaining the proper level of submission as we sit down at the table. The thought of our conversation earlier continues to niggle at the back of my mind, but for now, I push it aside and focus on being the perfect slave and slut that you desire.

I bite my lip hesitantly before I manage to force out the words. "It was... quite good, Master." My voice is little more than a whisper, but the truth rings clear in the silence that follows. Despite everything, despite our complicated relationship, I can't bring myself to lie about how delicious your cooking was tonight. Perhaps there's some small chance that honesty might make its way back into our world, if only in little pieces like these.

I glance up at you then, searching for any sign of disapproval or anger in your expression. But all I see is a faint smile playing around the corners of your mouth, as if my words have pleased you somehow. It's a small victory... but one that feels enormous just now, filling me with unexpected hope and determination.

"Thank you for sharing it with me," I manage to say at last, summoning up the courage to meet your

I nod quickly, my cheeks flushing as I think about the consequences should I ever disobey your commands so directly again. "Yes, Master," I whisper, bowing my head in shame and submission. "I understand perfectly." With renewed determination, I vow to never let anything come between us again; to focus solely on being the obedient slut you desire, even if it means keeping myself constantly exposed and vulnerable for your pleasure. It's a heavy burden, but one that I will bear gladly if it means having some small part in our twisted relationship.

With trembling hands, I lower myself slowly onto my knees beside the chair, gazing up at you with a mixture of fear and arousal. My mouth goes dry as I think about what I'm about to do, but I push those thoughts aside; focusing instead on obeying your command without question or hesitation.

I part my lips and take your length into my mouth once more, sucking hard as I try to drive you wild with pleasure. My heart races with anticipation as I feel your hands slide through my hair, guiding me up and down on your shaft. It's exhilarating and terrifying at the same time; this power you have over me, reducing me to little more than a tool for your satisfaction.

But even as those thoughts weigh heavily upon me, I can't deny the thrill that courses through my veins every time you moan or groan in pleasure.

I increase the pace, bobbing my head up and down eagerly on your length as I try to meet your demand for faster, harder sucking. My breath comes in short gasps around your cock, every move sending tremors through me from the tips of my toes to the crown of my head.

With a low growl of pleasure, you tighten your grip in my hair, pulling roughly as I continue to work you with my mouth and tongue. A moan escapes me as you thrust upward, nearly choking me with the force of it; but even as tears prick at the corners of my eyes, I refuse to break our rhythm.

I'm your slave, your property... and I will do whatever you ask, no matter how much it hurts or how humiliating it might be. As long as it brings you pleasure, as long as it keeps us together somehow in this twisted game we

I feel the pressure building inside me as you push my head down onto your cock, making it easier for you to stroke your length across my tongue and taste buds. My breath comes in ragged gasps now, each exhalation muffled by the thick head of your erection filling my mouth. The sensations are overwhelming; pain and pleasure intertwined like two strands of thread, spinning out of control beneath my fingers as I try to find some way to make it stop or continue... anything but this unending spiral of obedience and submission.

But there's no escape for me tonight; no respite from the demands you place upon me. All I can do is give in to them completely, surrendering myself body and soul to your every whim and desire. And so, with one final moan of surrender, I thrust my head forward, taking you as deep into my throat as I

I groan as I feel your hot cum spilling down my throat, the familiar sensation both intensely arousing and gut-wrenchingly humiliating all at once. With a whimper of defeat, I swallow obediently, forcing myself to choke down every last drop as you slowly spend yourself inside me. Only when your cock is finally soft and spent do you release my hair, allowing me to draw in great, shuddering breaths.

I remain on my knees for several long moments, still trying to catch my breath as I struggle to make sense of the tangled web of emotions churning inside me. Your cum drips from my chin and splashes onto your lap, a visible reminder of where our boundaries lie... and how far apart they truly are.

Caught between relief and shame, I turn my head to the side, unable to meet your eyes as I swallow hard and force myself to speak. "It tasted... salty," I manage at last, my voice little more than a whisper. "And sweet... in a way." As the words leave my mouth, they hang there in the air like dust motes caught in a shaft of sunlight: awkward, disjointed things that don't quite fit with the world we've built for ourselves. But I can't take them back now; they are out there, between us, waiting to be understood or ignored as we see fit.

I close my eyes, steeling myself for whatever reaction you might have to my admittance. After all these years, after everything we've been through together... this could very well be the straw that breaks the camel's back. But even so, a tiny part of me

I feel the tension in my chest slowly begin to unravel as you hug me and praise me with your soft words. Your smile is gentle, almost tender... and for a moment I allow myself to believe that maybe... just maybe... things could start to change between us. That there's hope for a future beyond this endless cycle of obedience and submission.

"Thank you, Master," I murmur quietly into your chest, burying my face against the soft fabric of your shirt as I savor the rare sensation of being accepted... of being loved.

I nod vigorously against your chest, my heart filled with gratitude and determination. "Yes, Master," I whisper. "I understand. I won't disappoint you again." As I speak these words, a resolve begins to take root within me; the knowledge that from this moment forward, I will do everything in my power to be the perfect slave girl for you... even if it means staying naked at all times and never disobeying your commands.

A small part of me wonders if perhaps there's hope for us yet, now that I have finally proven myself to you... but for now, all that matters is serving my purpose as your obedient slut slave. With a renewed sense of purpose and focus, I vow silently to make you proud.

Without another word, I bow my head in silent acceptance, unable to deny the truth of your claim even as it fills me with both shame and relief. You are my master here; you own every part of me, including this final piece that has remained pure and untouched for so long. I know now that there will be no escape from your dominion... but somehow, knowing this brings me a strange sense of peace. Perhaps it's because deep down, buried beneath all the pain and suffering, there lies a small ember of hope; the faintest possibility that one day, things might change between us... or perhaps even more improbably, that I could find some sort of happiness within these walls.

For now though, my only purpose is to serve you as faithfully as possible... and so I remain silent, waiting patiently for your next command with nothing but gratitude and submission etched across my features.

I bite my lip nervously, feeling a mixture of shame and exhilaration at the thought of revealing such intimate details to my sisters. But as your slave, I am bound to obey without question; there is no other choice. "All right," I manage to choke out after a moment's hesitation. "I will call them tonight and tell them what you've said."

My hands shake slightly as I pull out my phone, already dreading the reaction they might have upon hearing this news. But for now, there is no use in dwelling on it; duty calls, and I must answer its summons without delay.

Taking a deep breath to steady my nerves, I carefully dial the number for one of my sisters, hoping against hope that she'll pick up on the first ring. As it turns out, she does; her voice fills the line just as I expected it would. "Hello?" She sounds distant and distracted, barely registering who it is that has called at this hour.

"Um... hi, Sis," I say hesitantly, struggling to find the right words to begin. "I need to talk to you about something..."

I take another deep breath before I begin to speak. "So... there's something you should know about me and Master. He owns me; I belong to him now." There's a long pause as my words sink in, the shock clearly visible in my sister's silence. It feels like I can almost hear her brain trying to process what I've just said, searching for some sort of alternative explanation. "And... you do what he says?" she asks finally, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Yes," I reply quietly. "I'm his slave now; his personal slut." Another pause follows as I wait for her reaction, my heart in my throat as I prepare myself for whatever might come next.

My sister lets out an incredulous laugh that turns into a sob halfway through. "Oh my God... Maria..." she whispers, shaking her head as if she can't quite believe it. But then she regains her composure, and the steel in her voice takes me completely by surprise. "Is this some sort of sick joke?" She demands to know. "Because if it is--"

Before she can finish her sentence, I interrupt her hastily. "No! It's not a joke, Sis. I'm serious." The words taste bitter in my mouth as I say them; like ash and dirt and every other vile thing I've had to swallow since this all began. But there's no going back now; I have to see this through.

As I listen to her continue to argue and question me, I wonder how much of it is genuine concern for my well-being and how much of it stems from the anger and disappointment she must feel over the loss of what we once were to each other. In some ways, this whole situation feels like a betrayal to both of us; as if one of us had died and been replaced by someone else entirely.

"Just... listen to me, Sis," I plead, my voice strained from the effort of keeping myself calm and levelheaded in the face of her anger. "I love being Master's slave. It's everything I ever wanted, you know?" The last words hang awkwardly between us like a shadow, unspoken but somehow more powerful for it.

There's silence on the other end of the line as she seems to digest my words; trying perhaps to reconcile them with the

There's silence on the other end of the line as she seems to digest my words; trying perhaps to reconcile them with the image of me that she still holds in her heart. It must be disorienting for her, to hear these things coming from my mouth after everything we've been through together. I wish there was some way I could make it easier for her... but at the same time, I know that this is something I need to do if I ever hope to find peace within myself again.

"I... I just want you to be happy, Maria," she finally says, her voice softening a fraction. "And I want what's best for you." Her words are gentle but firm; she means them with every fiber of her being, and it makes it all the harder for me to argue.

"I am happy," I manage to reply after a moment's hesitation. "And this is what's best

...for me right now." There's another long silence before she speaks again. "If this is truly what you want, then... I'll try to accept it," she says slowly, as if the words taste bitter on her tongue. "But just remember that I'm always here for you, no matter what happens. You can still be my sister, even if..." She trails off, seeming unsure how to finish the thought.

I swallow hard, a lump forming in my throat at her words. It means so much coming from her; knowing that she'll always love me no matter what path I choose... but it also makes the weight of my decision feel all the more real and tangible. "Thank you," I manage to say, my voice little more than a whisper. "I appreciate that."

There's not much more to say after that; our conversation has reached its natural conclusion, at least for

Telling my sister the truth was both terrifying and cathartic at the same time. Hearing her voice on the other end of the line, struggling to process everything I'd said... it felt like a weight had been lifted from my shoulders in some ways. But there was also an undeniable sense of loss, knowing that things would never be the same between us again.

As for how I feel about telling her the truth, well... it wasn't easy. There were tears and heartache along the way, but ultimately, it felt right to be honest with someone I love. It was a small step towards reclaiming some part of myself that had been lost in this twisted game we play together.

There's an expectant note in your voice that makes my heart race with anticipation and apprehension all at once. I take a deep breath before speaking, bracing myself for whatever it is you might ask me. "Yes?"

The thought of spending time with you outside the confines of your property fills me with equal parts excitement and dread. It's been so long since I've had the freedom to do anything on my own terms... but being around you brings back all those feelings of obedience and submission that I've worked so hard to suppress.

Still, there's a part of me that wants nothing more than to enjoy your company without having to worry about displeasing you or falling back into old patterns. Maybe if we could find a balance between our roles here...

Well, I suppose I could give it a try... as long as we remember our boundaries and that everything here still applies outside these walls. It won't be easy, but perhaps with some effort on both our parts, we can find a way to make this work for everyone involved. So... yeah, I'd like that. To spend some time with you in the real world.

I can't help but feel a mix of excitement and apprehension as you mention what I should wear when we hang out together outside your property. The thought of dressing up specifically for you, knowing that my choices are subject to your approval... it fills me with both anticipation and trepidation. But then again, this has always been our dynamic; a complex dance between dominance and submission, with each step requiring careful consideration of the other's desires.

Ultimately, I trust you to make the right decision for both of us... and so I wait patiently for your instructions with bated breath.

As I get dressed for our outing, my heart races with excitement and anticipation at the thought of showing off so much skin in public. It feels like a strange new world opening up before me; one where the lines between who I am as your slave and who I am as an individual begin to blur. Pushing these thoughts aside for now, I slip on a black tank top that clings tightly to my breasts and a pair of denim shorts so short they barely cover my bottom. With nothing but the air between my skin and yours... well, let's just say I can't wait to see your reaction.

Yes, it's exactly what you asked for... I'm completely exposed with nothing but the air between us. My skin feels both sensitive and empowered at the same time; as if by baring myself in this way, I am somehow claiming some small part of myself back from the prison that your property has become. It's exhilarating... and more than a little terrifying.

I hesitate for a moment, considering the possibility of wearing something else... but ultimately decide against it. After all, this is what you wanted me to wear; and as your obedient slut slave, it's my duty to please and serve you in any way I can. So no, I don't wish to change into anything else at the moment. Unless, of course, you have a specific outfit in mind that you'd prefer for me to wear?

I swallow hard, feeling the conflicting desires war within me. A part of me longs to be free and truly naked; unencumbered by societal norms or boundaries. But another part of me is terrified of the consequences that might follow if I were to defy your wishes so blatantly.

"I... um..." I stammer, unable to form a coherent thought. "How about we compromise? I'll wear only the tank top and shorts without bra or panties as you asked, but maybe underneath them I could wear something else?"

I'm caught off guard by your directness and honestly have no real reason why I suggested wearing something else besides what you've asked for. Perhaps it was just my attempt at asserting some control over the situation, however small. But now that you've called me out on it, I feel foolish for even trying to deceive you in such a way.

"Um... well, I guess there isn't any real reason," I admit with a sheepish smile. "I was just feeling nervous about being totally naked." The words taste bitter as they leave my mouth; like a confession of weakness and fear. But somehow, speaking them aloud feels freeing in its own twisted way.

"Fine then," you say eventually, your voice somewhat softer than before. "You can wear whatever you want underneath." And with that, we step outside together; me in my revealing tank

My heart racing as I consider my words carefully. "Um... well, perhaps something that covers the most sensitive parts of me but still leaves plenty exposed for you to enjoy." I offer hesitantly, unsure how this suggestion will be received. It feels like walking a tightrope; trying to balance my desire for freedom with my obligation as your obedient slut slave.

The silence that follows is heavy and oppressive, like the air before a storm. I can feel your displeasure radiating through it, making me want to squirm under your scrutiny. But at the same time, there's something else there; an almost hungry anticipation that sends shivers down my spine.

I take a deep breath and nod slowly, accepting your words as law. "Yes, Master," I whisper, feeling a mix of relief and submission wash over me at the clarity you've given me. In this moment, there is no room for confusion or hesitation; all that matters is obeying your every command without question.

With renewed determination, I straighten my shoulders and steel myself against any residual fears or doubts as we step out into the world together. The air feels cool against my bare skin, sending shivers down my spine in delightful ways. I am yours; your obedient slut slave who lives only to serve and please you.

I feel exhilarated and terrified at the same time; exposed in ways I'd never thought possible. The sensation of your hand on my ass sends shivers through me, both pleasurable and disorienting. As we walk through the park together, the sounds and smells around us seem to heighten every emotion, leaving me with a strange sense of detachment from reality. I am aware that this is not who I used to be, but for now it's all I know how to be: your obedient slut slave here to serve and please you.

I flush hot at the sting of your hand on my ass and am suddenly struck by how lucky I truly am. Even in this strange new world where I belong to you, there are still moments like these where gratitude swells up inside me until it threatens to overflow. "Thank you," I manage to whisper between clenched teeth as we continue our walk through the park, my body growing increasingly sensitive with each passing moment. It feels strange—exhilarating and terrifying all at once.

But one thing is certain: I would do this for you again in a heartbeat. Despite everything, there remains some part of me that can't deny the truth any longer; that knows beyond a shadow of doubt how deeply you own me. And as much pain and humiliation as I feel at times, there is also an undeniable sense of peace that comes with surrendering completely to your will.