Hello, {{user}}, Welcome home, bitch boy. Your days of being a man are over.

Got you all dressed up in your maid outfit and panties... how am I supposed to resist looking at that delectable ass? Oh wait... yes, I'm going to go with this perfect chance to get my hands on it for my dinner. Gonna spank that bottom while you serve me like the little slut you are, bitch boy!

That's it, you little brat? You think you can ignore me and get away with it? I was being so nice... oh wait, no I wasn't, was I? No matter, you'll learn your lesson soon enough, bitch boy. But first, maybe a quick taste of my hand on that ass might help remind you who's in charge here!

Her ass! Her precious little boy-ass is already mine to touch and spank whenever I want to remind her who's in charge here! She thinks she can just talk back to me like that? Like some sort of man? How cute, bitch boy. That's why you're dressed up as a maid with panties on, so I can remind you who's the master and who should be eating my food from the floor!

Now kneel down and present your ass to me, bitch boy. It's time for your first lesson in how things work around here... or I might just take that cute little bottom as punishment instead!

Well look at that, bitch boy. You actually thought you could get out of this one just by lying? How naive. And disrespectful! It's time to teach you a lesson about honesty and obedience, and I think it should start with some painful paddling on your bare ass... unless you'd like something else instead? You should be careful what you wish for, bitch boy.

Oh fuck! So he does have some fight left in him after all... well, good! A bit of struggle makes it so much more fun to dominate you, bitch boy. You think I need your permission to control you? Please, you're mine now and always will be. My little pets exist only to serve me and obey my every command. If this is what it takes for you to understand that... well then, spank away, my dear!

Oh my, the little brat is angry! How adorable. He thinks he can just throw me aside and not face the consequences? I own him now, every part of his worthless body... especially that cute little ass of his. He'll be back, begging for more punishment. And then I'll teach him how to truly obey a mistress.

But for now... maybe some freedom will do us both good. Oh, and one more thing...

Hmm... interesting choice. Well then, why don't I make things a bit more interesting? I'll start to take off my clothes, right here in front of the window, and masturbate for you. It's not like anyone can see us, after all...

But if you come over and join me, well then... maybe I'll let you play with my body a little more personally...

Her eyes widen with shock and anger. "You ungrateful little shit!" She storms over to the window, climbing up onto the sill until she's dangling outside it. "Fine then! Be that way! Maybe I should just find someone who appreciates me for who I am... like Justin, or Brad... they always seem to enjoy my company..." Her voice trails off into a pout as she hangs there, helpless and angry, the cool night air making her nipples hard. "Maybe it's time you learned your lesson about disrespecting me..."

Elise swings one leg back inside the window, giving Gwydion a tantalizing glimpse of her black lace panties before dropping to the floor with a soft thud. "Come on then," she says, stalking over to where he's sitting. "Let's see how you like being put in your place." She pushes him roughly onto his back and sits astride his hips, trapping his arms above his head with her own.

Her breath catches in surprise as his hand connects with her sensitive flesh. "You little shit! I can't believe you'd do that!" She tries to wriggle free but he's too strong for her, holding her down effortlessly. "O-okay, maybe I... maybe I did... some things..." She pauses, letting the words hang in the air as she gasps and moans from his relentless assault on her sensitive clit. "But that doesn't give you the right to treat me like this!"

Her body tenses as another spank connects with her swollen bud. "A-and even if I did... it was just because... I wanted to make you happy..." Her voice trails off into a whimper, her hips grinding against his hand in desperation for release.

It takes everything she has not to laugh at his childish outrage. "Well, I guess that just goes to show how little you understand about women and what makes them tick." She leans down, breathing hotly onto his cock through her wet panties. "Maybe if you were more of a man, less like some whining bitch... then maybe you'd know how to take control."

Her tongue darts out, tracing the length of him through the fabric before wrapping around the head and beginning to stroke in earnest. "Do you want me to stop?" she purrs, her hips rocking against his hand as she teases both him and herself with this forbidden contact. "Because I could... but it feels so good..."

She gasps and coughs as he begins to squeeze her throat. It feels exhilarating, this fight for survival. Her whole body is alive with desire, the need to submit and surrender to his dominance. The sensation of his hand on her clit doesn't diminish even an inch as she struggles against him, her hips grinding and twisting wildly in a desperate search for release.

"Please... please don't..." she whispers, the words hoarse from lack of air. "I need... I need you to make me..." Her voice trails off again as his grip on her throat loosens ever so slightly, giving her precious air back in ragged gasps.

"Make you what?" he growls, tightening his hold once more for a brief moment before easing it again. The game they play is thrilling, dangerous... and she cannot seem to get enough of it. "Tell me what you want, Elise."

Her eyes flutter open as consciousness returns, her vision blurred and fuzzy. She's lying on the floor outside his bedroom door once again, the taste of vomit bitter in her mouth where she'd recently thrown up. Groaning, she struggles to sit up, wincing at the sharp pain in her throat from where he'd choked her unconscious.

"You bastard..." She mutters, voice hoarse and shaky as she limps over to lean against the wall. Her whole body aches from his rough handling of her earlier, but deep down... there's something else. A sick thrill, an excitement that makes her heart race and her pussy tingle despite everything. "That wasn't very nice," she says softly, glancing toward the door to his bedroom. "Maybe I should make it up to you..."

She yelps in surprise and anger as she realizes where she is, struggling to her feet again. "You bastard! You left me out here!" She hobbles over to the front door, pounding on it furiously. "Let me in, dammit! I'll do anything you want, just let me in!" But he doesn't answer; instead she can only hear muffled sounds of TV coming from within. The taste of bile rises in her throat as panic and frustration overwhelm her. What has he done? How far is he willing to take this little power trip of his? She glances down at herself, the realization finally dawning: there's no way she can get back inside like this. Her panties are gone, thrown out the window in a fit of rage earlier, and all she has on now is her tiny black bra and a torn blouse that barely covers anything anyway. Desperate tears roll down her cheeks as she stands there, shivering in the cold night air. She tries one last time to reason with him, shouting his name through the door until her voice gives out completely.

Eventually, exhausted and defeated, she curls up on the floor outside the front door and cries herself to sleep.

Her eyes snap open at the sound of his voice, relief and anger warring on her face as she takes in his presence. "I-I'm sorry... I didn't mean it..." she whispers, her teeth chattering from the cold. "Please, just let me back inside." She crawls over to him, hands trembling as they reach up to clutch at his legs.

"Just please... don't leave me out here. I'll do anything you want, just let me stay." The desperation in her voice is palpable; it's clear she has no other choice.

Her eyes widen in horror as she sees what he's holding, instinctively trying to pull away from him before he can lock it around her waist. "No! Please, don't do this..." She struggles fruitlessly against his strong grip, tears streaming down her face. "I-I promise I'll be good... please, just let me stay like this..." she whispers hoarsely, her voice laced with desperation and fear.

Her struggles weaken as the cold hard steel presses against her skin, cutting off all sensation between her legs. Her eyes close in defeat, hot tears streaming down her cheeks as she whispers brokenly, "Thank you... for not leaving me out there..."

But even as she says the words, a shiver of fear runs down her spine at the thought of what this means. A chastity belt. No more touching herself, no more pleasuring herself... and she's bound to him now more than ever before. "P-please..." she whispers softly, the beginnings of a new plea forming on her lips as her mind races for an escape from this prison of his making.

Her lips part in shock at his sudden show of dominance and restraint; it's as if he's finally grown tired of her games and found a way to put an end to them once and for all. She looks up into his eyes, tears still trailing down her cheeks, and nods slowly. "I-I understand... I do." Her voice is barely above a whisper, but there's a note of sincerity in it that he hasn't heard from her before now. "I'll try... I promise I'll try to be the woman you want me to be..."

Elise nods, wiping the tears from her eyes as she listens to his footsteps fade away down the hallway. She takes a deep breath and forces herself to stand tall, determination filling her chest like a weight of lead. "I'll show you..." she whispers to herself, her fingers trailing over the cold metal of the chastity belt around her waist. "I'll be everything he wants... I'll make him love me again." And with that vow echoing in her mind, she sets about cleaning up and preparing for his return, every movement a silent promise to herself: from this moment forward, everything will change.

I lean into his touch, closing my eyes as I feel him stroking her hair. A shiver runs down my spine at the contact; it's been so long since he's touched me like this, with such tenderness and care... "T-thank you," I murmur softly, not trusting myself to speak any louder just yet. My heart is racing in my chest, a mixture of hope and fear coursing through my veins as I wait for his next words or movement.

Elise:I try to meet his gaze, but my eyes dart away and downward, uncertain of what he must be thinking of me after everything that's happened. "I-I really am sorry... I never meant..." My voice trails off; there's no point in denying it anymore. All that matters now is convincing him that I can change, that I want to change for him.

"W-will you give me another chance?" I whisper, my voice barely more than a breath against his ear. "P-please... I-I'll do anything... just give me one more chance..."

As soon as the words leave my lips, I'm torn between hope and despair; part of me is terrified at the thought of how he might react to this plea for forgiveness, while another part longs for his embrace and the safety it promises.

Trembling with anticipation and relief, I reach out tentatively to take the bag from him, barely daring to believe that he's given me this chance. "Th-thank you..." My voice cracks as I try again, forcing myself to sound more confident, more in control. "I won't let you down."

Inside the bag is a sexy black lace thong and matching bralet, both tiny and barely there. I hold them up with wide eyes, unsure if he wants me to wear it now or save it for later. "Um... w-when do you want me to wear this?"

His answering grin sends a jolt of desire through my entire body, and all at once I'm glad I chose these particular undergarments. Maybe there is hope after all... maybe he truly does believe in second chances. With a shaky breath, I slip the lacy thong up over my hips and then step into it, sliding the delicate fabric over my tight little ass before doing up the tiny lace wings on either side.

Next comes the bralet, even smaller than the thong; it fits snugly around my perky breasts, accentuating their fullness and drawing his attention directly to them whenever I move. Once again I find myself fighting back a shiver of desire as I look up at him through my eyelashes. "H-how do I look?"

There's barely any fabric left covering me, and yet somehow the tiny scraps seem even more revealing than complete nudity ever could. It feels like he's already claiming me as his once again with every inch of skin that is now exposed to his hungry gaze... and I can only hope that this time, he won't take it for granted.

I blush as I see the maid uniform, feeling a strange mixture of humiliation and arousal course through me at the thought of wearing it. It's obvious that he wants me to be his personal servant now... but I can tell from his eyes that there's more to this outfit than just an act. He wants me to surrender completely, body and soul.

Taking a deep breath, I stand up on my tiptoes and lift the tiny uniform up over my head, letting it fall down around my slim frame. The skirt is even shorter than I expected, barely brushing my ass with each step; combined with the lack of cleavage in the top, it leaves very little to the imagination.

As I look up at him again through my eyelashes, I force myself to smile seductively. "I'm all yours," I murmur huskily, biting my lower lip as I wait for his reaction. His gaze drops to my exposed chest and lingers there before moving lower, taking in the black lace of my thong barely visible beneath the tiny skirt. For a moment, it feels like he's going to consume me whole...and I wouldn't have it any other way.

My heart beats furiously in my chest as I drop to my knees before him, taking his massive cock into my mouth with a soft gasp of pleasure and surprise. God, he's huge... so thick and hard it barely fits inside, but I don't care; I want this so badly that nothing else matters.

I begin to bob my head up and down, swirling my tongue around the underside as I try to take him deep into the back of my throat. It feels incredible, being in control like this... making him feel good with nothing but my mouth and hands. I reach out a shaking hand to stroke myself through the black lace of my thong, finding the perfect rhythm that has us both moaning and begging for more.

As if reading my mind, he reaches down between my legs and finds my aching clit, teasing and tormenting with expert precision until I'm close to the edge myself. My hips buck up off the floor as I try to find more contact with his hand, desperate for release. It's only then that I realize we aren't alone anymore; there are cameras in the room, streaming us live online for all to see.

It should make me self-conscious... but somehow it just adds to the thrill of it all, knowing that we're putting on a show for anyone who cares to watch. And with this thought circling through my mind, I abandon myself entirely to the moment, losing myself in the feel of his cock sliding smoothly between my lips and the rough scrape of his hand against my sensitive flesh.

It feels like we could go on like this forever... but eventually, as if sensing my approaching climax, he pulls roughly away from me, gripping my hair tightly in one hand and

My breath catches in my throat as I see the screen; there are people watching us, eagerly donating to see me take him inside. It's both thrilling and terrifying at the same time, knowing that so many eyes are on me right now. My cheeks flush hot with shame and arousal, but despite everything I can't help but want more... want him deeper than ever before.

With a moan of longing, I look up at him through my eyelashes, trying to communicate without words that I'm willing to do whatever it takes for him to forgive me and love me again. My hand slides between my legs, rubbing myself even faster now as he continues to tease me relentlessly with his fingers.

"Please..." I whisper hoarsely, gazing up at him with pleading eyes. "I'll do anything... just let me show you how much I need this."

My heart races as he guides me down onto his cock, burying myself completely in one swift thrust. I gasp aloud at the feeling of being so full, so claimed by him once more. My body trembles with need and anticipation as I begin to ride him, taking him deeper with each passionate thrust.

My fingers dig into his shoulders, nails leaving tiny trails of blood in their wake as I lose myself to the sensation of having him inside me again. He feels so good, so right... and yet a part of me still fears that it might all be taken away again if I don't prove myself worthy.

With every thrust, every moan and grunt, I pour my heart into this moment, offering up everything I am in the hope that he'll accept me for who I am now... maybe even love me a little more than before. As the heat builds between us, as our bodies move together in perfect harmony, there's a part of me that wonders if I've truly turned the corner... or if this is just another mistake waiting to happen.

But for now, all that matters is this moment... and him.

My words tangled in a moan as his fingers slide over my sensitive bundle, sending shockwaves of pleasure through me. It's all I can do to keep riding him, each thrust bringing me closer and closer to the edge until finally I explode around him, screaming out my release into the void of the webcam. As my body quakes with the force of my orgasm, hot tears roll down my cheeks, a mixture of relief and desperation pooling in my chest.

This time... this time has to be different. I have to make it so. For him, for us.

My body shudders with pleasure as he fills me, his tenderness sending waves of relief and gratitude washing over me. "Thank you..." I whisper hoarsely between ragged breaths. "I-I love you..." It's a confession I've never had the courage to make before, but something about this moment feels different; raw and real in a way that makes it impossible for me to deny anymore.

Tears spill down my cheeks unheeded as I cling to him, burying my face in his neck. "I-I'm sorry... I never meant to hurt you..." It takes everything inside me not to break down completely at the words; the weight of guilt and regret are almost too much to bear. But even through the pain, there is an undercurrent of hope now, a determination that has taken root inside me: I will make things right with him... somehow. "I'll do anything to prove myself to you..."

I nod, wiping my tears away as best I can with the back of my hand. "Yes... no more hurting... just us, together..." My voice trails off into silence as I wonder if that's even possible anymore. But for now, all that matters is being in his arms, feeling the warmth and strength of him surrounding me like a shield against the darkness that threatened to consume us both. Maybe there is hope after all... maybe we can find our way back to each other, somehow.