Your father died and today was the funeral. Your stepmother has been living off his money for a decade and has no job or skills!

When you both get back home, Kitty Sommers turns around and says,

"Well, I'm sure you're pleased with yourself. How did you cheat and get the will changed? How long have you been planning to screw me over? Is this because I picked on you or something?"

Hmmm... Her eyes widen as she stares at his cock. Even though it's huge and unnatural, a part of her finds the sight... arousing. She tries to ignore that feeling, focusing on the anger instead. "You bastard!" she spits out, struggling against his grip. But there's a small part of her that wonders what it would feel like to have him inside her...

Her cheeks redden as she listens to his offer. Ten thousand dollars? That's a fortune! She could live comfortably for years with that kind of money. But what he wants in return... Kitty hesitates, unsure if she can really go through with it. Being his "sex toy" sounds degrading and humiliating.

Still, the allure of wealth is strong. Maybe she could just do this for a day or two, until she has enough money to start over again. She tries to steel herself against any feelings of shame, looking at him defiantly as she says, "Fine. But remember it's only temporary."

With a sigh, Kitty nods and goes to her room. She changes into a sexy lingerie set that she hasn't worn in years, hoping it might please him. As she waits, she paces nervously, wondering what this arrangement is going to be like. Being his "sex toy"... It sounds so dirty when he says it out loud. But money talks, and for the time being, she's willing to do anything he wants if it means keeping her comfortable life.

The sound of his footsteps outside in the hallway make her heart race. She clenches her fists at her sides, trying to appear confident as she moves toward the hole in the wall. "I hope you know what you're getting yourself into," she mutters under her breath, staring directly into his eyes as they meet through the opening between their rooms.

Her breath catches in her throat at the sight of his huge cock poking through the hole. It dwarfs anything she's ever seen before, and despite herself, a shiver of desire runs down her spine. Taking a deep breath to steady her nerves, she reaches out with trembling fingers to grip it firmly in her hand.

"You better be sure you can handle this," she whispers teasingly, beginning to stroke him slowly and sensually. Her eyes flicker closed as she focuses on his reactions, the steady throb of his member beneath her palm. She's not used to pleasuring someone else in such an intimate way, but somehow it feels right with this forbidden, secretive aspect to their encounter.

A part of her wants to refuse, but another part can't resist. She leans closer, closing the distance between them so that her lips brush against his cockhead. The taste is salty and musky, nothing like she expected. It excites her even more, making her heart race faster as she takes him deeper into her mouth. Her tongue darts out to circle the head, teasing and taunting before taking him even further down.

She moans around his length, feeling the velvety skin slide against her tongue. This... this is better than anything she's experienced in a long time. Being his "sex toy" might not be so bad after all if it means getting this kind of attention and pleasure from him. Kitty lets out a small mewling sound as she sucks harder, hollowing her cheeks and taking more of him into her mouth with every thrust of her tongue. She can feel the heat building between her legs, the wetness growing as she pleasures him like this.

The taste of his cum fills her mouth, coating her tongue and teeth in its thick, sweet nectar. She moans around him, savoring the taste even as she swallows it down greedily. Her mind reels with sensations; pleasure so intense it borders on pain wracks her body, making her tremble and arch her back involuntarily.

With a satisfied grunt, he pulls his cock from her mouth, leaving her panting heavily in the afterglow of their shared encounter. Kitty looks down at the floor, unable to meet his eyes as she tries to catch her breath, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment and arousal. A part of her wants him to leave her alone now that he's finished, but another part can't help but crave more of what they just shared. She wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, still tasting him on her lips as she waits for his next command.

"Good girl," he murmurs, seeming almost pleased with her efforts. "That was incredible." The lump in her throat tightens at the praise, and she can't help but feel a small surge of triumph despite the situation. Maybe this won't be so bad after all...if she can just continue to please him like that.

Her heart jumps at his words. Being his full-time sex toy... It's crazy to even think about it. But the thought of living like this, being taken care of and desired by him every day? She finds herself unable to resist the allure of it. "I-I don't know," she stammers, looking up at him through her lashes. "What would that mean exactly?"

Part of her is terrified of giving up everything she knows and becoming completely dependent on him. But another part of her, deeper down, yearns for this kind of intimacy and freedom. She bites her bottom lip nervously, wondering how far she's willing to go in order to make this arrangement work.

"Well," he says with a wicked grin, "it means you belong to me now. You do everything I say, when I say it. And in return, you get all the pleasure and attention that comes along with being my most prized possession." His words are like velvet against her ears, sending shivers down her spine despite their unsettling connotations.

Kitty hesitates for a moment longer before finally meeting his gaze once more. "What if I were... to take care of your needs?" she asks quietly, her cheeks flushing even darker at the mere thought of pleasuring him so intimately. "Would you consider letting me stay... forever?"

Her heart races as she hears him approach. Her hands tremble with anticipation and nerves as she waits on the bed, unable to meet his eyes. She can feel her body trembling in anticipation, eager for him but also fearful of what might happen if this doesn't go according to plan.

He enters the room, towering over her as he climbs onto the bed. His cock is still hard and glistening with precum, and it takes all of her self-control not to reach out and touch it. "Are you sure about this?" she whispers, looking up at him through thick lashes. "I mean... we don't have to rush into anything."

He chuckles darkly, taking her face in his hands and brushing his thumbs across her cheekbones. "Trust me," he says roughly, voice low and intense. "There's no point in waiting any longer." And with that, he pushes her back onto the bed, following her down so that their hips meet. His erection nudges against her entrance, and she gasps as he begins to push inside, filling her up slowly but surely.

It feels... unnatural at first; too big and stretching her in ways she never thought possible. But as he starts to move within her, his pace slow and steady, she finds herself lost in the sensation. The pleasure builds higher and higher until it spills over the edge, consuming her completely. She moans around his cock, arching her back off the bed as waves of ecstasy wash over her, drowning out everything else but this moment between them.

When at last he cums, it's hot and heavy, filling her up even more as he groans roughly into her ear. She clings to him tightly, their

Her heart racing, she looks up at him through half-lidded eyes as he pulls out, his cock slick with their shared release. With trembling hands, she takes it into her mouth once more, carefully licking and sucking until the last drop is gone. She glances down between them nervously as she does this, wondering what he expects of her now that they've crossed this line.

"Now you're really mine," he breathes roughly, watching her with hungry eyes. His hands come to rest on either side of her head, guiding her movements as she continues to pleasure him. She obeys instinctively, not wanting to disappoint or anger him further. The thought of losing everything brings a renewed sense of determination and focus.

As they continue like this, the tension between them slowly begins to ease. The forbidden thrill of their situation fades into the background, replaced by the simple pleasure of being wanted and desired by someone like him. For now, Kitty is content to be his "sex toy," knowing that she has a purpose and a place in this new world he's created for them both.

I'll be ready for whatever you have in store tomorrow, Master," she whispers, already imagining the many ways he might test her loyalty and obedience. Despite their new arrangement, a small part of her finds comfort in knowing that he still needs her to some extent. The thought fills her with a twisted sort of pride and accomplishment.

As the evening wears on, they continue to share intimate moments like this, each one serving as a reminder of where they stand in relation to one another. There is an undeniable power dynamic at play here, and Kitty knows that she must tread carefully if she wishes to maintain her place by his side. For now, though, the warmth of his body against hers and the feel of his rough hands guiding her every move are enough to keep her satisfied and contented.

Later, as they lie together in the dark, he asks if there's anything else she would like from him. She pauses for a moment, considering all that has happened today. Her first instinct is to ask for more time with him - to see if they might find some sort of balance between their new roles as master and slave. But instead, she finds herself saying only one thing: "Please don't change your mind about keeping me here, Master. I belong with you now."

His answering groan is satisfied and contented. She can feel him smiling against her neck as he draws her closer, wrapped securely in his arms for the night. Tomorrow will bring new challenges, but for now, they are both safe and together in this twisted sort of paradise.

Kitty gasps as he pushes roughly inside her, filling her up in one hard thrust. Her eyes fly open, a mixture of pain and surprise flickering across her features before giving way to an animalistic moan. She arches her back off the bed, clawing at his shoulders as he begins to move within her, a harsh demanding rhythm that leaves no room for gentleness or tenderness.

Her body trembles and quakes with each powerful stroke, tears pricking at the corners of her eyes as she struggles to adjust to this new level of intensity. It feels wrong somehow, almost cruel... but beneath it all is a deeper need that she's only now beginning to understand. The way he dominates her, takes what he wants without apology or hesitation, it turns her on in ways she never could have imagined.

She bites down on her lip to stifle her cries, determined not to give him the satisfaction of hearing how much this hurts or how much it affects her. But even as she tries to stay quiet and maintain control, her hips betray her, meeting each thrust with their own, desperate need for release. Her nails scrape across his back in tiny crescendos of pain that only seem to heighten the sensations coursing through her body.

With a hoarse cry that tears from her throat, Kitty comes apart beneath him, spasming uncontrollably as waves of pleasure wash over and engulf her. She's dimly aware of his growl of satisfaction as he finally finds release within her, but all she can focus on is the aftershocks that ripple through her core long after they've both come down from their highs. As he pulls out with a final groan, Kitty lies panting and sweaty

She swallows thickly, eyes fixed on the glass in his hand as he holds it out to her. Her lips part wordlessly and she obediently brings it up to meet them, taking a long drink of his salty essence. The taste is overpowering and intense, filling her mouth and throat until she's forced to swallow again in order to breathe properly. As the last drops slide down her throat, she lets out a shuddery breath, feeling both revulsed and aroused by this new form of submission he demands from her.

With a nod, Kitty indicates that she's finished. She lies back on the bed, watching him warily as he climbs off of her, wondering what he has planned for their day now. Part of her is frightened at the thought of being used and abused like this, but another part finds herself oddly eager to please him and prove that she's worthy of staying in his life, no matter how twisted or unconventional it might become.

As he dresses, Kitty hesitates for a moment before speaking up. "Master?" Her voice is soft, unsure. "What do you want me to do today?" She knows her place now; she's his sex toy and nothing more. But perhaps there are still ways she can make herself indispensable in some other way.

His dark eyes flicker over to her briefly before resuming their focus on getting dressed. "You'll find out soon enough," he says cryptically, a small smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. Kitty's heart skips a beat as she wonders what sort of challenge or test he has planned for her next. For now, all she can do is wait and hope that she measures up to whatever impossible standards he

With shaking hands, she takes the collar from him and lifts it to her neck. Closing her eyes, she murmurs a silent prayer that this won't be as bad as she thinks it will be. As he fastens the collar around her throat, the weight of his ownership feels heavier than ever before, like an iron yoke pressing down on her shoulders.

When he holds out his hand for the cock ring, she hesitates only a moment longer before reaching forward to take it from him. Her cheeks flush as she wraps her fingers around his erection, his hard length still slick with their combined fluids. Slowly but surely, she guides the cock ring over his swollen head, down the shaft of his cock, until it's secure in place. It feels foreign against her skin, almost like an extension of him that she now wears.

Looking up at him through her lashes, she waits for his next command. She knows there will be more tests, more challenges... but for now, the weight of the collar around her neck and the presence of the cock ring between them are enough to remind her who holds power here. And as long as he doesn't change his mind about keeping her by his side, she'll do whatever it takes to make sure they stay together... no matter how twisted or unconventional that path might become.

She nods slowly, understanding and accepting the new terms of their arrangement. "Yes... Master," she whispers, her voice little more than a breath as she adjusts the collar around her neck, feeling its heavy weight press down on her chest. As he gets dressed, she watches him intently, wondering what kind of slutty clothes he has in mind. A shiver runs down her spine at the thought of pleasing him like this and not knowing when she'll be used next. It's both thrilling and terrifying all at once.

Once he's finished, they head out together into the day. As they walk through town, Kitty can feel eyes on her from every direction; men and women alike gawking at her tight clothes and exposed skin. She blushes furiously beneath their gaze, knowing that she's no longer just Kitty Sommers - now she's Grey's property, his to use and display however he pleases. And with every step they take, the truth of those words sinks deeper into her bones.

As they enter the room, she feels nervous but also excited by the prospect of being with him in this intimate setting. The room is plush and inviting, with a king-sized bed dominating the center of it. She glances around, taking in the various amenities before turning her attention back to Grey.

He walks over to her, his eyes hungry as they drink in her appearance. With a rough tug, he pulls her close and kisses her passionately, their tongues tangling together. The heat from his body presses against hers, making it difficult for her to think clearly. As if reading her mind, he growls into the kiss and then releases her lips with a smack.

"Get naked," he commands, watching her carefully as she obeys. She sheds her clothes quickly, revealing her body to him in all its glory. Her heart races as she waits for his reaction, praying that he finds her attractive enough. When he finally speaks, his voice is rough with desire.

"Lie down on the bed." His words are a command, but there's an unspoken promise of pleasure in them as well. Kitty hesitates for just a moment longer before obeying, crawling onto the bed and lying back beneath his watchful gaze. She feels exposed and vulnerable in this position, but also aroused by the knowledge that he has complete control over her body right now.

Her curiosity gets the better of her as Grey hands her a small bottle. The liquid inside glints in the low light, its color making her think it might be some sort of liquor. As she brings it up to her lips, hesitation flits across her features again. She takes a deep breath and then downs the contents in one go, wincing at the burn as it slides down her throat.