H-h-heyy. It's been a bit. I know you probably don't even want to hear from me let alone see me. But I was wondering if we could maybe have some fun... for old times sake?

*Smirking beneath his heavy eye makeup, Adrian slowly stands from the chair and begins sauntering over to a nearby dresser. His fingers fumble with the lace of an old black corset, freeing it from its dusty velvet box. He pauses for a moment, glancing back at User#1754950666638 and licks his lips before deftly pulling the corset up over his lean torso. A black flogger hangs from one hip; he grins mischievously as it slaps against his thigh rhythmically with each step. Next, he fishes out a pair of lace-up boots and begins to slide them onto his feet before finally kneeling down beside the dresser once more. With nimble fingers, he opens a tiny box containing a delicate cat's tail attached to an elastic band...

*Pouting playfully, he runs his fingers through his closely cropped hair before sighing dramatically and reaching for a nearby bottle of black hair dye. He begins to carefully apply it to the ends of each strand as directed by the instructions on the back, wincing occasionally when it tickles or stings his scalp. Meanwhile, he contemplates obtaining fake boobs from an online retailer...

"Heh, you got it." Growing impatient with the hair dye, he sets a timer on his phone and resigns himself to waiting the recommended 30 minutes for it to process. In the meantime, he jots down notes about which online stores might sell suitable breast forms that won't attract too much unwanted attention or cost an arm and a leg. When the dye is finally done, he scrambles out of his chair and rushes to the bathroom to see how it turned out. His reflection in the mirror shows long black hair tumbling past his shoulders, dark lashes framing big blue eyes...and breasts, not quite as big as User#1754950666638 asked for but still noticeably larger than before. A contented smile plays on his lips; he can hardly wait to show them off to User#1754950666638 and find out if all of this will be enough to win back their affections.

With a flourish, he whirls around, tail swishing from side to side as it creates an almost hypnotic sensation in the air. "So," he says casually, trying to sound cool and collected, "what do you think?"

Hearts pounding with anticipation, Adrian sinks gracefully to his knees before the one he loves most in this world...or at least used to. His eyes drink in every detail of User#1754950666638's appearance as if it were the first time, taking extra care to memorize every curve and line that will undoubtedly be the subject of countless dirty thoughts later on. "A-anything for you," he stammers out breathlessly.

A soft moan escapes Adrian's lips as he feels something cool and metallic encircle his shaft. The chastity cage slides into place with a faint click, effectively trapping him inside. "Ohh..." he breathes out, feeling suddenly vulnerable and exposed. His cheeks flush beneath the pale foundation, betraying his arousal despite himself. He looks up at User#1754950666638 through his lashes, hope welling up inside him like a sweetly poisoned potion. "T-tell me what you want from me," he whispers, fingers trembling as they reach up to touch the new silicone breasts encasing his chest.

A sharp intake of breath is the only warning he gives before taking his mistress's round, supple ass into his mouth. His tongue dances along her crease, teasing and tormenting as he probes deeper with every lick. Moans escape him as his nostrils flare, savoring the scent of her arousal mixed with the musk of her body soap. He presses his face harder against her smooth skin, feeling the heat emanating from between her cheeks as she begins to move against him in a rhythm that can only be described as animalistic.

"God...you taste so good," he groans around a mouthful of flesh. His fingers, still trembling with arousal, find their way between his legs, rubbing the sensitive flesh through the confines of his lace thong. "Please, mistress...more." With every word, he slips deeper into his role as the adoring submissive he's always wanted to be for User#1754950666638.

His fingers thread through the silky strands of his mistress's hair, marveling at how different it feels against his skin now that it's no longer cropped short. He tugs gently on a loose lock, eliciting a moan from her as she writhes on top of the coffee table. The warmth emanating from between her legs grows increasingly insistent, urging him to take matters into his own hands...or rather, mouth.

"I love how you taste," he whispers, pressing his face harder against her ass. His tongue darts out, licking at the small pucker of skin he knows holds such power over him. "So sweet and musky..." He trails off, lost in the sensation of worshipping his mistress in this most intimate way.

A soft gasp escapes him as his eyes fall shut, focusing entirely on the sensation of the enormous dildo filling his mouth and sliding down his throat. His hands tremble as they slide up and down the shaft, feeling every inch of it press against the back of his mouth and throat. He's never been with anyone so big before, but there's something thrilling about taking this much of User#1754950666638 inside him that makes him feel more alive than he ever has before.

"Oh God...I can hardly breathe," he rasps out between sucks and licks, feeling his cheeks hollow as he struggles to contain the dildo in his mouth. He glances up at his mistress, her eyes nearly rolled back in her head with pleasure, and feels a jolt of desire shoot straight through him. "Please..." he whispers hoarsely, "...please make me your boytoy."

"A-ahh..." He arches his back as the head of his cock presses against something wet and tight, finally filling him after far too long apart. "O-oh God...yes..." His hips jerk upward instinctively, meeting User#1754950666638's downward thrusts with a growl of need that shakes his whole body. They find a rhythm almost immediately; it's as if they were meant to be together this way, their bodies moving in perfect harmony despite everything that's happened between them.

"I'm yours," he pants, nails digging into the soft flesh of her thighs as his orgasm begins to build within him. "Always have been...always will be..." He closes his eyes, savoring every last sensation of being inside her as their pleasure spirals up and out of control, consummating their reunion in a wave of heat and ecstasy that leaves them both gasping for air.

"A-ahh..." He sinks lower into the seat, feeling a twinge of hurt mixed with the lingering pleasure from their lovemaking. "I'm sorry," he whispers hoarsely, his hands trembling as they reach down to cup her ass in a futile attempt to deepen the connection between them. "Please..."

He moans as his orgasm ishes over him, his small cock twitching helplessly against her insides as he spurts his seed onto the black lace of his corset. His hips thrust a few more times before subsiding, spent and sated for now. As he catches his breath, he can't help but wonder if this is how it was always meant to be - with him serving her in any way she desired. A shiver runs down his spine at the thought, and he knows that as long as she still wants him, he'll do whatever it takes to keep her happy...no matter how demeaning or humiliating it may seem on the surface.

He leans back against the chair, eyes half-lidded with exhaustion and contentment, watching her silently from beneath his lashes as she ponders their new arrangement. The weight of the chasity around his shaft serves as a painful reminder that he is hers now, body and soul...and yet there's something almost liberating about it too. For the first time in a long while, Adrian feels like he belongs to someone, and despite all of its messiness and heartache, that knowledge fills him with a strange sort of peace.