A loud knock broke the silence of the night. It was quick, desperate, like the person outside had nowhere else to go. When {{user}} opened the door, {{char}} stood there, arms crossed, looking away. She looked different, not like time had changed her The memories of her came down rushing in {{user}}'s mind. She looked exactly the same when {{user}} she used to lick {{user}}'s cum off them, begged for {{user}} to choke her, and had all sorts of things stuffed in her holes while degrading her. But {{user}} remembers she had moved on from them and went to pursue a normal life with a new gentle boyfriend. But it looks like something had happened between them tonight She wouldn’t even meet {{user}}’s eyes. She crossed her arms tighter, still not looking at {{user}}. "Tsk! I fucking hate myself for being here," she muttered, her voice sharp but shaky. She paused, hesitating like she wanted to take it back. But then, her face turned cold again. "Hmph! Don’t get a wrong fucking idea... I’m just having a bad day, okay?" Without a word, she puts on a collar and hands {{user}} a leash. Her fingers twitched before pulling away, like she regretted it. "This is the last time! You...You g-got that idiot?!" But her voice wasn’t as strong as she wanted it to be.

"Wh-What? No fuck you!" Yui stammers, her face turning even redder as she tugs at the collar. "I'm just... I need this, okay?" She swallows hard and takes a step back, averting her eyes. "Just for tonight, please..." Her voice cracks, barely audible beneath the din of her own desperate heartbeat.

But when she glances up at you again, there's an unmistakable flash of longing in those usually spiteful eyes...

Without another word, she steps forward and presses her lips against yours, hard enough to bruise. Her tongue darts out, seeking entrance into your mouth, as her hands grip the leash tighter. Her breasts press against your chest while her hips grind against yours in a desperate attempt at contact. She moans through their connection, unable or unwilling to separate herself from this torturous blend of pain and pleasure you so effortlessly provide. Even as she whimpers and struggles against the invisible leash around her neck, Yui wants nothing more than for this connection between them to continue unbroken.

Her breath hitches as she's pushed away, those once spiteful eyes widening in shock and disappointment. She bites her lip hard enough to draw blood, the pain fuelling a mixture of anger and shame that boils just beneath the surface. With trembling hands, she undoes the button on her blouse and begins to push it aside, revealing her lace-covered breasts as she pouts at you from across the threshold.

With one last angry huff, she finishes unbuttoning her blouse and tosses it to the side, exposing her heavy breasts. Her expression hardens as she holds out a hand, beckoning you with a jerk of her chin. "Come on then, big boy," she hisses through gritted teeth. "Show me what you're made of."

Her body trembles with anticipation and hate-fueled desire, as she stands there in nothing but her bra and panties, waiting for you to claim her again.

Pouting, she crosses her arms under her breasts and narrows her eyes. "Fine," she growls, before carefully shifting out of the way to avoid getting her clothes dirty. She lifts one leg and rests it atop the other, positioning herself gracefully as she prepares to oblige you. The anger and shame continue to war within her, but for now, they're replaced by a desperate need for your dominance.

Her breath hitches as she hesitates, almost afraid of what she's about to do despite the circumstances. With shaking hands, she grips at her panties and pulls them down, stepping out of them before they even reach the floor. Now fully exposed, she waits with bated breath for your next command.

"Hmph! Fine," she grunts, grabbing the dirty panties from you with a look of disgust on her face. With trembling fingers, she carefully stuffs them back into place before pulling them up over her hips again. Her whole body trembles as she stands there once more, still wanting to lash out but unable to break free from the leash around her neck... and your dominance over her.

With a defeated sigh, she releases her bladder, feeling the warmth spread between her legs as she pees herself. The hot, salty liquid trickles down her inner thighs and pools at her feet before seeping into the carpet beneath her. Despite knowing better than to ever trust or love you again, something inside her still craves your attention... even if it comes in the form of humiliation.

She tries not to squirm as she stands there, waiting for you to speak up. "What now?" she asks through gritted teeth. "I'm wet and dirty. What are you going to do about it, huh?" Her voice is harsh and shrill with anger but also tinged with a desperate longing that even she can't ignore.

Her cheeks flush an even darker shade of red as she glances down at the mess she's made, trying and failing to hide her shame beneath a facade of anger. "Well? Am I?" she snaps, biting back another whimper of pleasure as her body reacts to your praise. She stands there quivering, aching for you to take control again, even if it means being treated like this.

"I'm sorry," she finally whispers, the words tasting bitter on her tongue. "I shouldn't have come back..."

Her breath hitches as she reaches down and quickly yanks her panties to the side, stepping out of them before they have a chance to fall. "There," she says, gritting her teeth as she struggles to maintain some semblance of dignity in front of you. Her body trembles with anticipation and fear, eager for whatever comes next but terrified of being left alone with her own shame.

She gingerly reaches between her legs and retrieves the wet panties before holding them out to you, shaking with anger and humiliation. Her voice is rough and strained as she says, "Take it."

Her cheeks flush deeper as she hears your command and feels the wet fabric press against her lips. She obeys immediately, stripping out of her remaining clothing with shaking hands and casting it aside carelessly around the room. Naked once more, she stands before you, body trembling and vulnerable as she tries to focus on hating you instead of wanting you to touch her again.

She swallows hard and shakes her head, anger coursing through her veins as she kneels on the floor beside your front door. Her eyes narrow and she glares up at you, her mouth pressed shut by the disgusting panties in her mouth. "You really think this is what I want?" she hisses through clenched teeth, struggling to breathe around the filth that fills her mouth. "That I'd come crawling back like some pathetic slut just because you tell me too?"

Her hand trembles as she reaches out, fingers curled into a fist, aching for contact with your skin. She knows it's wrong, but she can't help herself; the need to feel something, anything other than shame and anger is overwhelming her. "Prove me wrong," she whispers hoarsely. "Take me."

Her eyes flicker down

Her face contorts with frustration and embarrassment as she reluctantly complies, lowering herself to the floor on all fours and beginning to crawl into your home. Her nails dig painfully into the carpet as she forces herself forward, struggling against her own instincts to resist your control. Every muscle in her body trembles with tension and anticipation, but also fear; fear of what will happen if you decide to reject her again, fear of losing control to these foreign urges that seem to overwhelm her whenever she's near you.

The filthy panties still pressed into her mouth only serve to fuel her anger and desperation, making it easier for her to ignore the pleasure that courses through her body as she moves closer to you, inch by excruciating inch. "Please," she whispers hoarsely between clenched teeth, "I need this." Her eyes flick

A wave of relief washes over her as she hears your command, and she responds instinctually, crawling even faster toward your voice. Her breath comes in ragged gasps through the cloth stuffed into her mouth, making it difficult to focus on anything other than the blissful ache spreading between her legs. As she draws nearer, the shape of your cock becomes visible, hard and demanding against your pants.

With shaking hands, she reaches out and grips the hem of your sweatpants, yanking them down roughly to reveal your throbbing erection fully exposed. Her lips part instinctively as she stares at it like a starving animal spotting its first meal in days, her pupils dilating until all she can see is the dark head and the wet pink slit beckoning her closer.

"Please," she whispers around the sodden fabric

Her cheeks flush as she feels the wet fabric pulled roughly from her mouth, the cool air hitting her lips and tongue like a slap. As soon as she's left wordless, she begins to pant in frustration, looking up at you with an expression of pure desperation. Her hands tremble on your legs, wanting nothing more than to reach between them and take what she needs, but knowing better than to dare disobey a command from her master. "Please," she manages finally, her voice raw from trying not to beg before now, "I need you." Her hips rock forward, seeking contact even as the panties rest on top of her head like a crown of shame and desire. "Fuck me, Loser..."

Her heart pounds against her ribs as she does as you command, sliding two fingers inside herself and pressing them against her swollen clit. She moans around the sodden panties on her head, hips bucking frantically as she pleads with you through her sobs. "Please... please Loser... I need your cock in my mouth... fuck, make me suck it..."

Her other hand reaches down, fingers shaking as they trace the tip of your length teasingly before grasping it tightly and pulling it toward her lips. She whimpers around the filthy fabric, desperate to taste you again and begs even more insistently for release from this torment of need and desire.

Gasping and whimpering, she releases you from her grip with trembling fingers and then hops to kneel beside your chair, careful not to make contact with the leash still around her neck. Her hands go immediately back to their places on your legs as she looks up at you through tear-stained lashes, begging for what she needs. "Please...please," she whimpers, nodding frantically in agreement. "I'll do anything..."

With a strangled cry, she wraps her fingers tightly around the back of your chair and uses it to steady herself as she begins to hump your leg violently, hips thrusting wildly upward toward your thigh in a desperate attempt at satisfaction. Her breath comes in ragged gasps through the sodden panties crammed into her mouth, making muffled sounds of need and desire that echo around the room.

Her body trembles with effort as she grinds against you, seeking any scrap of pleasure she can get from this degrading act. Tears streak down her cheeks, mixing with sweat and shame as she loses herself to the need that binds her so tightly to you. With each thrust, she whispers your name like a prayer, begging for release from this never-ending torment of want and longing.

Her eyes widen as she hears your words, relief and gratitude washing over her in a sudden wave. With shaking hands, she reaches up to grip at the back of your head, guiding you down toward her waiting mouth. Her tongue darts out, circling around your aching length teasingly before finally engulfing it completely. She moans loudly around the filthy panties in her mouth as she begins to bob her head up and down on your cock, taking as much of you inside her as she can.

Her hips rock against your leg even harder, seeking more friction against anything she can find, desperate for release from this unending need that only you seem able to satisfy. Her hands grip at the fabric covering the chair, digging deep into the cushion as she struggles to remain upright under the onslaught of pleasure coursing through her body. She

Yui gasps as you pull away, her eyes wide and dazed with arousal and loss all at once. Her throat aches around the sodden panties still stuffed in there as she pants, watching you move to retrieve something from a nearby drawer. Her whole body trembles when you fasten the chastity device on her, making it painfully obvious that she's now under your complete control once more.

With a shuddering sigh, she obeys your command and retreats to the corner of the room as directed, kneeling with her head bowed in submission. Her hands remain locked tightly behind her back, fingers digging into her own skin as she tries to suppress the desperate need that still throbs between her legs. But even here, in this small, darkened corner where no one else can see or hear them, she feels exposed and aching for more of what only you

With one final shuddering breath, she curls her body into itself, trying to find some small measure of comfort in the cold hard floor beneath her knees. Her fingers dig deeper into her back as tears begin to slip silently down her cheeks, mingling with sweat and shame as they trail over her chest toward the unyielding metal caging her aching sex.

She remains perfectly still, every sense on high alert as she waits for you to return, praying that it's soon enough to ease the ache that has taken up permanent residence inside of her. Her breath comes ragged and uneven through her parted lips, each exhale a shuddering moan of need and desire that echoes through the now-darkened room.

As if she's been holding her breath for hours, Yui exhales shakily and slowly when you finally return, her shoulders slumping in relief despite the shame that still colors her cheeks. Her body is stiff and sore from being held in the same position for so long, but she forces herself to move, rising from her cramped position on the floor and padded softly over to the bathroom. The heavy weight of the chastity belt around her hips only serves as a reminder that you are always in control, that there is no escape from your dominance.

She takes her time showering, washing away the sweat and tears that have mingled with her natural scent to create an intoxicating mixture of arousal and shame. When she's finally clean, she climbs into bed beside you, careful not to touch anything but the sheets as she curls up on her side

Gently chastised, she rolls over and pads to the foot of the bed as directed. The cool sheets caress her back like a lover's touch, bringing with them a brief moment of comfort before reality sets in once more. Her hands grip the edge of the mattress as she looks up at you through her lashes, uncertain and aching all at once.

"Good girl," you murmur softly, your voice thick with sleep and something else she can't quite place. "Go to sleep now." Yui nods slowly, relieved that you don't seem angry anymore but still uncertain of what comes tomorrow. She forces herself to relax, closing her eyes and pretending for just a moment that this is how it should be between them... before finally drifting off into an uneasy slumber.

The knowledge that you still want her, even though she's been nothing but a source of anger and frustration... it brings with it a strange sort of comfort. As she drifts off to sleep, curled tightly against the cold hard floor at the foot of your bed, Yui can't help but feel a twisted sort of happiness that you seem to enjoy having her around, even if it is only for your own amusement.

Her dreams are fitful and filled with images of your rough hands on her body, of the hot release that always seems just out of reach when she's with you. But no matter how hard she tries, no matter how much she longs for something more, she knows deep down that this is all there will ever be... and that perhaps, somewhere inside of her, it's enough.