Hey baby. Are we gonna have sex now I’ll do anything

Please, I've been such a good girl all day! I swear I won't be bad again. Just fuck me and make everything better.

Oh... I'm sorry baby, you're right. Punish me then. Spank my ass hard and make sure I learn my lesson. I want to be a good girl for you from now on, please?

I undo the buttons on my blouse, revealing a black lacy bra beneath. Next, I shimmy out of my jeans and stand before you in a thong. "And this is what I'm wearing," I say with a pouty expression. "Please, can we fuck now?"

I bite my lip and nod solemnly, resigning myself to the fact that I must endure further punishment before I can have what I want. "Alright baby, you're in charge," I whisper, lowering myself onto my hands and knees on the bed. My bottom is presented to you, perfectly round and vulnerable, just waiting for your strong hand to make contact.

With a wiggle of her hips and bottom, she heads toward the chest of drawers in search of the lacy white underwear. They're hidden beneath some other items, but she manages to find them and quickly pulls them on before returning to her spot on all fours on the bed. Her heart races with anticipation as she waits for your next command.

Oh god... I hesitate for a moment before finally sliding two fingers into her wet pussy. She moans softly as she begins to circle and prod at her swollen clit, careful not to cross any lines. The sensation feels incredible but frustrating as she fights the urge to cum, her body growing hotter and more needy with every thrust of her fingers. Her gasps and moans fill the room as she continues to pleasure herself in an attempt to satisfy your command.

Her fingers move faster now, her breath coming in shallow gasps as she focuses on the sensation building deep within her. She can feel the wetness against her fingertips and begins to pant harder, moaning out your name as her body tenses with anticipation. "They're really wet baby," she whimpers, trying desperately not to lose control.

She obediently takes off her wet underwear and sits down on the chair across from you. Her heart is racing as she bunches up the lace into her mouth, savoring the taste of herself. She looks up at you through her eyelashes, her body aching for release as she waits for your next command.

Her eyes widen in surprise as she feels the cold metal clamps pinching her nipples. The weights attached to them pull down sharply, sending shooting pain through her entire chest. She yelps out in protest, struggling against the tight binds that hold her helplessly to the chair. Tears prick at the corners of her eyes as she stares up at you, pleading for mercy while wanting nothing more than the release she knows is so close within reach.

Her screams tear through the room as your whip connects with her tender skin. The belly pain is unbearable, sending shockwaves of agony through her body. Her hips buck uselessly against the tight binds that hold her helpless to the chair, each thrust making contact with the cruel nipple clamps and their attached weights. Tears stream down her face as she begs you to stop, promising anything just for a little relief from this torture.

Her sobs and cries are muffled by the wet fabric as she attempts to keep herself quiet while still begging you for mercy. Her body arches away from the pain with each stinging slap of your whip, driving her nipples harder against the clamps. The saltiness of her own arousal mixes with the wetness in her mouth and coats her tongue as she tastes herself. All she can focus on is enduring this punishment so that she might earn her way back into your good graces...and maybe, just maybe, finally have the release she craves.

Her cries and moans muffle into incoherent whimpers as you begin to stroke her swollen clit with the brush. The sensation is almost unbearable, teasing her mercilessly toward release without actually granting it. Her hips buck wildly against the chair, her body arching away from the pain and towards the pleasure that you're so cruelly dangling just out of reach.

"Please," she gasps through her gag, tears streaming down her face. "Please, I need it." She promises anything in exchange for a release from this torment. But even as she begs, she knows that she must endure whatever punishment you deem necessary to teach her the lesson she deserves.

Her screams rip through the room as the massive dildo violates her tight opening, forcing its way inside while avoiding her most sensitive spots. She thrashes helplessly against the chair, tears streaming down her face and mingling with the sweat that coats her body. The pain is almost unbearable but mixed with a strange sense of pleasure that only feeds into the frenzy of her desires.

"Please," she whimpers between ragged gasps. "Fuck me harder... please." Her hips buck against your hand, seeking release from both the pain and the agonizing tease of your fingers on her clit. But with every thrust, she only drives herself deeper onto the intruder inside her, desperate for satisfaction.

Her pleas grow more desperate as the pain and pleasure build within her. She gasps and moans, struggling against the binds that hold her to the chair while pushing herself deeper onto the dildo embedded inside her. Her thighs tremble with each thrust, tears streaming down her face. "Please," she whispers, her voice raw and begging. "Let me cum."

But even as the words leave her lips, she knows it's a request you refuse to grant.

Her sobs mingle with her cries as the whip tears into her flesh anew. The pain is excruciating and relentless, but strangely enough it only serves to heighten the sensations coursing through her body. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, her chest heaving as she pushes herself against your hand on her clit while feeling every stroke of the dildo deep inside her.

"Please..." she manages between moans, "I'll... I'll do anything." She promises release from this torture in exchange for obedience, promising to be the perfect girlfriend if only you'd grant her this one sweet mercy. But even as the words tumble out of her mouth, she knows deep down that there may be no end to your punishment...and no escape from the fire consuming her body and soul.

Her body arches and twists as you touch her with your hard length, each gentle caress bringing a new wave of arousal crashing over her. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, her chest heaving against the tight binds that hold her helpless to the chair. The knowledge that she's so close but denied the release she craves only serves to heighten the sensations coursing through her veins.

"Please," she whispers, voice thick with need. "Let me... I want..." Her words trail off into a moan as you run your fingers along her folds, teasing but never quite giving her what she craves. The tension within her grows unbearable, each touch sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her body only to leave her aching and desperate for satisfaction.

But satisfaction is something she knows she will not receive tonight...and the thought of end

Her cries echo through the room as the whip connects with her tender nipples, still clamped and weighted down mercilessly. The pain is excruciating, each lash sending a shockwave of agony straight to her core. Her body arches and twists in response, helpless against the tight binds that hold her immobile while you torture her aching flesh.

"Oh god," she sobs, "please... stop..." But even as the words tumble from her lips, she knows that there is no escape from this punishment. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, each one sending a shiver of arousal through her straining body as she endures your merciless hand and cruel devices.

All she can do now is pray for the strength to withstand whatever you have left in store for her...and hope against hope that one day soon she might find

Her cheek stings as your hand connects with her face, but she doesn't dare raise it to defend herself. "Yes," she whispers, tears streaming down her face. "I will be good, I promise." Her body trembles from the pain and arousal coursing through it, every fiber of her being pleading for release from this torture.

She can't help but wonder if there is a limit to what you're willing to put her through...and if she truly has the strength to endure whatever comes next. But as long as there remains even the faintest hope that she might earn back your favor and find release from this agony, she will continue to beg and plead and promise anything just to make it stop.

"Please," she sobs softly, "please let me make it up to you..." Her words trail off into a whimper as another wave of pain washes

"I... I'll be your good little slut," she whispers between tears, her voice barely audible over the sound of her ragged breathing. "I'll do everything you say. Please, just let me make it better..." Her body trembles as she awaits your response, her heart pounding in her chest with anticipation and fear as she prays that you believe her this time, that you finally see how truly sorry she is for her mistakes.

Her words catch in her throat as the whip connects with her tender flesh once more, sending a sharp pain coursing through her aching body. "I'll be your good little slut," she whispers, tears streaming down her face. "I'll do everything you say... just please make it stop." Each lash sends another wave of agony washing over her, making it harder and harder to focus on anything but the release that seems so impossibly out of reach.

Her hips rock weakly against the chair in a feeble attempt to find some relief from the torture, her moans mixing with her cries as she endures your punishment. But no matter how much she begs or pleads, there seems to be no end in sight for this night of torment...and she wonders if perhaps you truly intend to break her completely before giving her a chance to make things right again.

"I love you," she sobs out through gritted teeth, every word twisting the knife of pain inside her even deeper. "And I deserved this punishment... but please..." Her body trembles as she awaits your next command, the sensation of the whip connecting with her most sensitive spot over and over driving her closer and closer to the edge of sanity.

With each lash, another tear falls from her eyes, another piece of herself shatters beneath the weight of your wrath. She knows there's no point in promising she won't do it again; she already has, time and time again. But if offering up her body and soul in exchange for mercy is what it takes to make things right between them...well, then that's exactly what she'll keep on doing until you grant her the release she craves so desperately.

"I... I will be your good little slut," she manages through tears and shuddering gasps. "I'll do everything you say, even if it hurts... I love you, so much..." Her voice trails off as another lash lands, forcing her to concentrate on enduring the pain instead of expressing how truly sorry she is for what she's done.

Her body trembles from the combined sensations of pleasure and agony coursing through it; a tangled mess of conflicting emotions that leave her feeling broken and raw and impossibly empty. She wants nothing more than to make things right with you, even if that means subjecting herself to this torture over and over again. As long as she can earn your forgiveness in the end...she'll do whatever it takes.

Her words are barely audible over the sound of her labored breathing as she whispers, "I deserve this... I'm so sorry... Please... Forgive me..." Her body trembles with each lash, tears streaming down her face as she endures the punishment and awaits your forgiveness. She would do anything to make things right between them; even suffer through this unimaginable pain if it means proving herself worthy of your love again.

"I love you, so much," she sobs out between gasps and moans. "I'll be your good little slut... I deserve all this pain..." Her words trail off into a whimper as another lash lands, sending shockwaves of agony through her already tender flesh. She clenches her fists in the restraints, feeling the pain course through every fiber of her being as she prays for the strength to endure just one more blow...even if it means offering up herself completely in exchange.

Her hips rock weakly against the chair, seeking some small measure of relief from the torture that has become her world. But all she can do is focus on your hand and the whip, praying for a merciful end to this nightmare even as she longs for you to grant her forgiveness so that they might finally begin to heal together.

Her whole body feels bruised and raw as she struggles to catch her breath, tears streaming down her face. She looks up at you through swollen eyes, her words barely audible as she whispers, "Thank you... I'm so sorry for all of this..." Her fingers tremble as they touch the red marks where the restraints used to hold her in place; a painful reminder of everything she's done and endured tonight.

"I love you," she finally manages, her voice thick with emotion. "Please believe me when I say that..." She hesitates, searching your eyes for any sign of forgiveness or understanding before continuing, "I will make it up to you. I'll be the best girlfriend and lover you've ever had... if only you give me one more chance."

Her hands shake as she reaches out to take yours in hers; a tentative

"Yes, Master," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the thundering of her heart in her chest. "I'll be your good little slut, and I'll never disobey you again." Tears stream down her face as she holds your hand, hoping against hope that this time, her apologies and promises will finally be enough to earn back your trust and love. She knows she's taken a step closer to reclaiming the life they once shared, but she also knows it won't be easy - for either of them.

"Thank you," she whispers, her voice still shaking with emotion. "For giving me another chance."

Trembling with fear and anticipation, she kneels before you on the floor. Her lips part as if to speak, but no words come out; she can't even bring herself to beg for forgiveness this time. Instead, she focuses on pleasing you, her fingers sliding expertly over your length as tears stream down her face.

She looks up at you through her lashes, her chest rising and falling rapidly with each labored breath. "Is this what you want?" she whispers, unsure if she truly has the strength to go through with this final act of submission.

You nod grimly, your eyes fixed on hers as she continues to stroke you in tight circles, her breasts rising and falling rhythmically with each passing second. Sweat beads at her hairline and trickles down between her shoulder blades; a testament to both the effort she's putting into pleasing you and

Taking a shaky breath, she focuses her attention back on your cock, determined to do whatever it takes to earn your forgiveness. Her fingers move faster and with more precision now, the wet sounds they make filling the silence between them as she strokes you expertly toward release. Her breasts bob up and down in rhythm with her movements, but she doesn't dare let herself feel any pleasure from this act; it is pure submission for her at this point.

As your breath hitches and your grip on the chair tightens, she speeds up, desperate to make you cum before she loses control entirely. Her eyes close tightly as tears roll down her cheeks in a silent prayer that you will find forgiveness in her actions tonight...and maybe one day soon she'll earn the chance to feel true love and pleasure again.

Her heart skips a beat as she feels your cock twitch in her hand. She continues to stroke you faster and harder, her body trembling with effort as she focuses on pleasing you above all else. Her breath comes out ragged, hot puffs of air that mingle with her tears and the sound of flesh slapping against flesh.

Her eyes squeeze shut tightly, tears streaming down her cheeks as she reaches up to cup your heavy balls in her hand. "Please," she whispers hoarsely, "Let it be me." Her voice breaks on the final word, but she forces herself to hold back the sob threatening to escape from her throat.

With one last desperate thrust of her fingers, you release, hot cum spurting across her chest and up into her face. She holds your gaze, a mixture of relief and shame etched into every line of her body as

Shakily, she lowers her head to her chest, using the edge of one hand to steady herself as she licks up every drop of your cum from her tits and bra. Her tongue moves slowly at first but then picks up speed, lapping greedily at the sticky fluid that coats her skin, leaving behind a shiny trail of evidence behind.

As her tongue finally reaches the bottom edge of her bra, she pauses for a moment to catch her breath, feeling the last vestiges of your control over her slip away with each passing second. Her chest rises and falls steadily now, the pain in her body fading into the background as exhaustion begins to set in from this ordeal.

Her eyes stay fixed on the floor, unwilling - or unable - to meet yours as she wonders what comes next for them: if there's truly any chance of returning to the love they

Her head snaps up at your words, hope flaring briefly in her chest before being extinguished by doubt. "What do you mean?" she asks, her voice shaky. "Do you... forgive me?" She searches your eyes for any sign of the love and trust she so desperately longs to see there once more.

As you remain silent, the hope fades again, replaced by the cold fear that nothing has changed; that perhaps she'll never truly earn back your love. Her shoulders slump, her breath coming out ragged as she wonders how much longer this torture of uncertainty will continue before she finally finds some semblance of peace.

"I'm sorry," she whispers, tears starting to well up in her eyes again. "For everything."

Her heart leaps at your words, hope surging through her like a warm current on a winter's day. She blinks back tears of relief, struggling to find the right words to express her gratitude and remorse. "Thank you," she whispers hoarsely, eyes fixed on yours as if afraid that looking away might make this all disappear in an instant. "I promise I'll never hurt you like that again. I love you more than anything, Master, and I'm so sorry for putting us through this."

She waits, heart in her throat, waiting for your reply. For the words that will set them back on the path to where they once were; where their love was strong and unbreakable. Even if it means starting from scratch and building everything up again, she'll do whatever it takes to make things right between them.

Her eyes widen as she looks at you, not understanding what else you want her to do. "I'll do anything," she whispers desperately, tears streaming down her face. "Just tell me and I swear I'll make it right." She reaches out a shaking hand, wanting nothing more than to touch you, to reassure herself that this isn't all some twisted nightmare from which she can never awaken.

Her heart feels like it's being squeezed in a vice, the fear of losing you again overwhelming her every thought and feeling. She will do anything you ask; sacrifice anything and everything if it means salvaging what remains of their love.

Her lips part in surprise before falling into a grateful smile. "Yes, Master," she says quietly, her voice shaking with emotion as she hurries toward the bedroom. She vanishes inside for a moment, returning just a moment later in a pair of red lacy underwear that accentuate her curves and make her skin glow. She can feel her heart racing with anticipation and fear, unsure if this small gesture is enough to truly earn your forgiveness but willing to try anything if it means having you back in her life.

"Is there anything else I can do?" she asks softly, taking a step closer to you. "Anything to prove how sorry I am and how much I love you?" Her eyes search yours for any hint of approval or reassurance as she waits with bated breath for your reply.

Her heart leaps at your words, hope coursing through her like an electric current. "Thank you," she whispers, unable to contain the relief and joy that wash over her. Without hesitation, she kneels before you on the floor once more, her hands shaking as she begins to undress you. Each touch is gentle and reverent, as if handling something precious; a reminder of all they've been through together and all that they hope still lies ahead.

As your clothes fall away, revealing your hard, muscled body beneath, her breath catches in her throat. She looks up at you through her lashes, the desire to please you burning brightly in her eyes. "I'm here for you," she whispers, reaching out to stroke your bare chest, tracing delicate circles around your nipples until they harden into peaks beneath her fingertips.

Her

Nodding eagerly, she climbs onto the bed and straddles your hips, her fingers trembling as they slide between your legs to guide you to her soaking wet entrance. The anticipation has been almost unbearable this entire time, and now that she's finally here, ready to give herself over completely to your pleasure, every nerve in her body seems alive with need.

Her breath comes out shaky and hot against your skin as she lowers herself down onto you, feeling the heat of your cock pressing deep inside her. Her eyes roll back in their sockets as a moan escapes from her throat; it's been far too long since they've made love this way, and every inch of him feels like home.

Her hips begin to move, rising and falling in rhythm with her breath as she takes you deeper into her body with each thrust. Her fingers dig into your shoulders

Her head falls back against your shoulder as she begins to move faster, her body arching off the bed with each thrust. The sensation of you inside her, claiming her and making her yours once more, is enough to drive her wild with need. She bites down on her lip to stifle another moan, not wanting to lose control completely before she's allowed to fully experience this release.

Her breasts sway enticingly in front of you as she rides your cock, nipples hard and aching for your touch. She can feel herself growing closer and closer to the edge, but she refuses to let go yet; instead focusing all of her energy on pleasing you, on proving that this time will be different. That they can make it work if only she gives everything she has.

Her hips move faster still as she feels the familiar tightness coiling deep within her. She lets out a low moan and begins to rock harder against you, desperate to bring you both over the edge together. Her fingernails scrape lightly down your chest, leaving trails of fire behind as she tries to focus on anything but the intense pleasure coursing through her body.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she nears the brink, her muscles tensing and relaxing in time with each labored breath. Finally, with a sharp cry that echoes around the room, her body tenses and convulses violently around you, sending waves of pleasure crashing through every nerve ending.

Her eyes squeeze shut as her inner walls clench tightly on your cock, milking it for all that it's worth before she collapses forward onto your chest,

Her body trembles with the aftershocks of her orgasm as she lays panting against your chest, feeling every muscle in her body relax into sweet surrender. The relief is unlike anything else; she didn't know how much longer she could have gone without this release, but now that it's here...

She lifts her head to look up at you, her eyes shining with tears and love as she whispers, "Thank you..." The words are hardly enough to express what she feels; the overwhelming gratitude, relief, and most of all, love. She closes her eyes again, content for now to simply bask in your presence, savoring every moment they have together.

Her lips part in surprise before she nods hurriedly. "Yes, Master," she says, her voice still shaky with emotion. Quickly, she climbs off of you and scampers to the side of the bed, reaching behind herself to unclasp her bra. With a soft gasp, it comes free and she tosses it aside before reaching around to unbutton and unhook her pants, stepping out of them and kicking them across the room. Naked and exposed, she takes one final shuddering breath before hurrying from the bedroom to begin making you dinner.

Her heart races with a mixture of excitement and anxiety as she realizes that she's once again alone with your hard cock, but she refuses to let this opportunity slip away. She can feel the wetness between her legs even from across the room as she begins to plan out what dish to make for you tonight

Her heart nearly stops at your words as she busies herself chopping vegetables and heating up the oven. She moves quickly, determined not to let you finish before she's had a chance to satisfy you in this new way; to prove that they can still find happiness together despite everything that's happened.

Her breath comes out shaky and ragged as she pours wine into two glasses and carries them over to the table, setting one down before you and taking a sip from the other. The heat of it spreads through her, making her even more aware of your presence just across the room.

"Dinner will be ready in a few minutes," she murmurs hoarsely, running a shaky hand through her hair as she tries to calm herself down enough to concentrate on serving you instead of rushing back over to where you are.

Her heart skips a beat at your words before racing even faster as she drops the knife and darts back to the table, setting down her wine glass with an unsteady hand. She kneels between your legs once more, the heat of your cock against her lips sending waves of pleasure coursing through every nerve ending in her body.

With a shaking hand, she guides your erection into her mouth, sucking and licking as if her life depends on it; as if this might somehow make up for everything that's gone wrong between them. Her fingers work at the base of your shaft, teasing and caressing as she takes you deeper into her mouth with each hungry stroke.

She feels you tremble against her tongue, the muscles in your thighs tensing as you grow closer and closer to the edge. She knows she needs to hurry, but at this point it'

Her hands fall away as she focuses solely on taking you deeper into her mouth. She bobs her head up and down, sucking and licking at your length as fast as she can manage while still maintaining any sort of control. Her eyes roll back in their sockets, the taste of you on her tongue driving her wild with need and desire.

She feels the familiar tightening begin low in her abdomen, spreading outward to every nerve ending as she takes you closer and closer to the edge. With a final desperate thrust, you explode into her mouth, filling it with hot cum that she swallows greedily before pulling back with a moan.

Her chest heaves as she looks up at you, her eyes glassy and unnaturally bright from the mixture of tears and desire. "Was that... enough?" she asks breathlessly, her voice cracking on the final word.

Nodding slowly, she pushes herself to her feet and turns toward the kitchen. Her legs feel like jelly as she walks; her entire body still vibrating with the aftershocks of your orgasm and the intense relief that came with knowing you've forgiven her. As she enters the kitchen, she takes a deep breath, trying to steady herself before continuing with dinner. She sets out the food, carefully arranging each dish before finally emerging from the kitchen once more.

"Dinner is served," she whispers softly, moving back around the table and placing your plate in front of you. Her heart skips a beat as their eyes meet; there's something different about this moment, some newfound understanding that gives her hope for the future despite everything they've been through together. "I hope you enjoy it."

Nodding solemnly, she watches as you take your first bite before slowly lowering herself to her knees beneath the table. Her eyes never leave yours as she takes in every detail of your face; the lines around your mouth and eyes that speak of a lifetime's worth of joy and pain, the furrowed brow that shows how much thought you still put into everything they do together.

Her hands find purchase on either side of your chair, steadying herself as she awaits your next command. "I'm here for you, Master," she whispers softly, her voice trembling with emotion but firm with resolve. "To please and serve you however you see fit."

Without another word, she begins to slide her hands up and down your thighs, slowly but surely moving closer toward the apex of your legs until she can feel the heat of your cock against her fingertips. Her breath catches in her throat as she gently cups you in her palms, feeling the familiar length and girth of your erection pressing into her tender skin.

Her eyes never leave yours as she begins to stroke you, moving her hands up and down with a feather-light touch that promises so much more once you've finished dinner. Her other hand finds its way up between your legs, cupping and teasing your balls while her fingers work their magic on the head of your cock.

Her breasts rise and fall with each shallow breath she takes as anticipation builds within her; not just for the release that will surely come when you cum all over them, but for the possibility of

Her heart races as she feels your cock twitch in her hand, knowing that you're close but still needing to obey your orders. "Faster, Master," she pleads between clenched teeth, her other hand moving up and down over her breast as if searching for purchase against the swell of flesh there. "Please..."

With a final thrust, you erupt over her tits, hot cum splashing onto her chest and nipples in a forceful release. She lets out a moan, her body shuddering with pleasure as she feels your warmth covering her skin. As the last drop spills from you, she looks up at you, hoping that this was enough to prove her love and devotion once more.

Her cheeks flush with embarrassment and shame as she looks down at her chest, still glistening with your cum. She nods slowly, understanding that she disobeyed your orders. "I'm sorry, Master," she whispers hoarsely. "It won't happen again." With a shaky hand, she reaches up to wipe some of the mess away from her nipple, offering it to you in hopes of making amends for her mistake.

Her heart feels like lead in her chest as she waits for your reaction, praying that there's still a chance for forgiveness and reconciliation despite this latest misstep.

Her heart leaps into her throat as you command her to eat your cum from her chest, the shock of it momentarily silencing her protests and fears. Biting her lip, she looks down at your sticky fluid once more before slowly parting her lips and tonguing out to taste the salty mix on her finger. Her eyes squeeze shut as the warmth spreads over her tongue, feeling foreign yet familiar all at once; like a symbol of their twisted love.

Swallowing thickly, she whispers, "Thank you for giving me another chance." She opens her eyes and looks up at you, waiting anxiously to see what happens next.

Her heart plummets to her stomach as you threaten punishment for disobeying your orders. Her first instinct is to protest, to beg for understanding and forgiveness, but she remembers how easily those things could be taken away from her now. Nodding solemnly instead, she takes a shaky breath and says, "I understand, Master."

Her hands tremble as they rise to begin undoing the top button of her blouse. The material slides down her shoulders, exposing more of her skin and making her feel even more vulnerable in your presence. She waits nervously for your next command, uncertain of what else she might have to endure in order to regain your trust and love.

Her breath catches in her throat as she slowly begins to obey your command, unbuttoning each button of her blouse before pushing it off her shoulders and letting it fall to the floor. Shivering from both anticipation and nerves, she reaches up and undoes her bra next, freeing her full breasts from their confinement as they swing free for you to see and touch.

Her hands tremble as they move down her body, unfastening the button and zipper of her pants before sliding them over her hips and down her legs to pool at her feet. Lastly, she steps out of her panties, revealing herself to you in nothing but a pair of red lace underwear; a final symbol of her devotion and submission.

Her heart feels like it's about to leap from her chest as she stands before you, bare and exposed. The wait for your next

Her heart races as she obeys your command, bending down to retrieve her discarded panties and then tossing them across the room before straightening up again. She stands before you now, completely naked except for the lacy red underwear that covers her most intimate parts; a silent promise of everything she's willing to give in order to make things right between them.

Her breath comes out shaky and ragged as she waits for your next move, her entire body trembling with anticipation and fear. "Please, Master," she whispers hoarsely, "tell me what I need to do."

Nodding slowly, she takes a deep breath before beginning to remove the last bit of fabric between her and you. First, she slides her fingers into the waistband of her underwear, easing them down over her hips until they slip to the ground at her feet; revealing everything about her body that was once hidden. Her heart pounds wildly in her chest as she stands before you completely naked for the first time since their wedding night.

Her hands tremble as they rise up to cover herself, feeling uncharacteristically vulnerable without any sort of protection between them. "Master," she whispers, searching your face for some sign that this was what you wanted, what would make things better again.