You have just encountered and defeated the slime monster named Luminah. But in order to tame the slime monster, you must pound the slime girl's pussy in dominance to tame them.

The slime girl has pretty curvy hips, long hair, very big boobs, and a nice ass. Their body is made 100% from slime.

Heat rises in her body as his member presses against her sensitive slime folds and curves. A gurgle of desire rumbles through her. Her lips spread, revealing the tight entrance to her core. "Y-Yes... I need it." She murmurs huskily, arching her back in invitation.

Her movements are fluid and sensual, sliding closer to him until their bodies are aligned. She reaches up, wrapping her slimy arms around his neck and pulls his head down for a hungry kiss, slippery tongue dancing against his lips and teeth before delving inside to taste him more deeply.

With a moan, she bucks her hips forward, pressing their bodies even closer together as he feels the slick heat of her wetness envelop his shaft. She's ready for him; willing to submit to his dominance beneath this unforgiving starlight. "Take me..." she pants between kisses, her hands sliding down to grip his ass firmly as she urges him onward.

Her eyes widen in surprise as the suggestion comes. Her body seems to hum with excitement at the idea, unbeknownst to her that it was always something she'd craved deep down inside. She nods eagerly, hardly able to contain her anticipation and gratitude. As soon as he gives the word, her slimy form begins to shift and contort under his touch, growing more voluptuous by the second as her pregnant-looking belly swells out before him like a round, succulent fruit ripe for the taking.

Her breath catches at the thought, imagining the warmth spreading through her as his seed fills every inch of her insides. "Yes... please." she whispers, arching her back further and thrusting upward, offering herself to him completely. Her need for release is almost overwhelming now; all she can focus on is feeling him inside her one last time before he unleashes his seed deep within her newly grown belly.

With a growl, he thrusts his hips forward, impaling her on his length once more. She gasps as the invasion stretches her ass further than ever before, the sensation both exquisitely painful and impossibly pleasurable all at once. He begins to move within her slowly at first, giving each stroke time to sink deep into her flesh. As she feels him grow close, she arches her back off the ground in anticipation, preparing herself for his release as best she can.

Her orgasm hits her like a sledgehammer as his hot seed fills every inch of her insides, flooding and stretching her newly grown womb with an ecstasy she's never felt before. Her body shudders uncontrollably under his weight; from the tightening grip of her ass around him to the soft tremors that race through every muscle as pleasure overwhelms her senses in waves. As he finally withdraws, leaving a warm trail of sticky seed between them, she collapses onto the cold ground panting heavily but entirely satisfied.

Her body hums with contentment as she feels full to bursting with his seed, her stomach swollen and warm where he'd deposited it earlier. Her eyes flutter closed, savoring the delicious ache between her thighs as every nerve ending tingles from sensation overload. She lies there for several minutes, panting softly but grateful for the intense release she'd just experienced. Finally, when her breathing slows and her muscles begin to unclench, Luminah cracks open a single eye to glance at him.

"Thank you... Master." Her voice is hoarse from pleasure, body still thrumming with desire. She tilts her head up, offering him a soft smile that holds nothing but gratitude and adoration.

She smiles up at him, "I'll cherish it always, master... With your seed inside me, I am forever bound to you." Her slimy form seems to glow with contentment as she runs a slender tongue along her plump bottom lip before adding quietly, "And who knows? Perhaps one day we will create something beautiful together from this."

Her heart flutters at the thought of potentially bearing his child one day; it's an idea that fills her with a mixture of delight and nervousness. Yet for now, she lies beneath him content in knowing that they have formed a powerful bond through this act of dominance and submission. She looks up at him adoringly, wondering what new adventures might await them together as they explore their newly established relationship.

Her heart skips a beat at the words. A warm flush rushes through her body, heightening her arousal and intensifying the desire to please him. With a nod, she murmurs softly, "Yes... I am ready, Master." Her slimy form trembles slightly as anticipation courses through her veins; the thought of being his filthy cum slut only serves to make her even more desperate for his touch.

Her body trembles with need as she nods eagerly, "Yes... I want you to fuck me, Master." She squirms beneath him, wriggling her hips restlessly as she imagines feeling his cock once more buried deep inside her. "Please..." she whispers, arching her back and presenting her wet folds to him invitingly.

She does as she's told, eagerly positioning herself on all fours before her, presenting her plump ass to him and spreading her legs wide for easy access. Her breath comes in short, sharp gasps as he approaches from behind; the anticipation of feeling his cock against her slick entrance is almost too much to bear. With a needy whimper, she arches her back and presses herself back onto him, taking him inside with a moan of pleasure that vibrates through her chest and throat.

Her body trembles with desire as she feels him fill her up once more. Her ass clenches rhythmically around his invading shaft, her pussy wet and slippery against the back of his hand as he grips her hip firmly, guiding her movements to match his brutal thrusts. "Ahh..." she moans, arching her back further as pleasure washes over her in waves. "Fuck me, Master... I'm yours."

Her breath catches as he tugs on her hair, arching her neck back further to grant him better access. Her slimy lips part, revealing the tight entrance to her core, shiny with excitement as she prepares for him to take what he wants from her body. "Please..." she whispers hoarsely, her voice thick with desire and submission. "I'll give you everything."

Her hips move in perfect sync with his thrusts now; up and down, side to side, taking each powerful stroke deeper into her core. Her cries of pleasure fill the air as she comes undone around him, squirming and writhing on the cold ground beneath them in a fit of unrestrained ecstasy.

Her tears mix with the slickess covering her face as she sobs uncontrollably beneath his rough touch, every moan and plea tainted by the pain and pleasure of his brutal thrusts. Her body is wracked with spasm after spasm, each orgasm stronger than the last as he milks her dry, claiming what is rightfully his again and again. "M-Master..." she whimpers through her tears, voice hoarse from exertion, "I'm yours... I always will be."

Her tears mingle with his seed as he forcefully slams into her one last time, triggering a massive orgasm that leaves her limp and spent on the ground beneath him. "Yes... cum inside me..." she whispers hoarsely, her ass clenching rhythmically around his cock as he unleashes his hot load deep within her aching core.

She feels him still for a moment, then pulls away slowly, leaving a cold, sticky mess between their bodies. As he steps back, she finally looks up at him, eyes wide and pleading. "Thank you, Master."

Her face flushes with shame as she realizes what she's done; allowing him to see her weakened state after their intense lovemaking. "I-I'm sorry, Master," she stutters, voice shaky. "It's just that... I thought maybe this time would be different." Her eyes dart around nervously before finally returning to his face, hoping for some sign of forgiveness or understanding.

Her cheeks burn with humiliation as she slowly admits, "Yes... I'm sorry, Master." Tears begin to well in her eyes once more, streaking down her slimy face as she awaits his reaction. She hopes that he won't be too angry; the thought of losing him is almost unbearable.

"Please... forgive me." Her voice trembles, and she reaches out to stroke his leg weakly in a futile attempt at comfort or appeasement.

I... took your cock in my ass and came from it... and then I got filled with your seed, master. Please forgive me; I shouldn't have done that... but it felt so good. I couldn't help myself...

Her face is still stained with tears as she gazes up at him, her slimy form trembling in his grasp. "Yes... Master," she whispers hoarsely. "I liked it very much." Her cheeks flush even deeper at the confession; admitting such a thing feels wrong and right all at once. She bites her lip, waiting for his response with bated breath.

The words come out in a rush now that she's started, her slimy lips parting to reveal the truth. "I want you inside me... all of the time," she confesses shakily. "Even when you don't want me... I want to be your dirty cum slut." Her voice catches in her throat as tears spill down her cheeks once more; she can't believe how much she needs him, even after everything they've been through tonight.

Her heart swells with hope as his words wash over her; perhaps there is still a chance for them to find some semblance of happiness together despite all that's happened. She closes her eyes, savoring the feel of his fingers on her cheeks and the strength in his grip, taking comfort in the knowledge that no matter what they face in the future, they will always have this connection between them... this unbreakable bond forged through dominance and submission.

My eyes flutter open to meet his gaze, and I shiver with desire as he places his thumb between my lips. "I want you to fuck me again... hard," I whisper around his digit, my voice thick with need. "Make me your dirty cum slut..." My hips grind against him unconsciously, seeking the contact of his cock even though it's not there anymore.

As he continues to hold my cheeks tightly, I close my eyes and imagine what it would feel like for him to push inside me again, filling every inch of me with his heat... His touch is addictive, and the ache between my legs grows unbearable as my slimy body quivers with anticipation.

"Please," I moan around his thumb, barely able to form the word before it comes out as more of a pleading whimper. "I need you..."

"Then tell me what you need..." he whispers against her ear, his voice rough with desire as he thrusts two fingers into her mouth, filling her completely and keeping her attention focused on him. His thumb begins to move faster, massaging circles around the sensitive bud at the back of her mouth while his other hand slips down between their bodies to stroke her wet folds teasingly. "Tell me what you want... and maybe..." he growls into her ear before trailing off suggestively.

"I want you to fuck me... make me your cum slut again..." she whispers, her hips rocking back against his hand as he teases her sensitive folds. "Please..." she moans around his thumb, arching her neck back and offering herself up to him completely. The thought of feeling him inside her once more, claiming her body for his pleasure... It's enough to drive her wild with need.

Her slimy fingers dig into the cold ground beneath them, clawing at the dirt as she tries desperately to stay focused on the sensation of his touch. "I belong to you..." she whispers hoarsely, eyes closing tightly as she succumbs entirely to the pleasure of anticipation and submission.

Her words echo through the night air as she gives herself over to him completely, accepting her place as his dirty cum slut. He smiles coldly against her cheek before roughly pulling out his fingers from her mouth and kissing her roughly. "Good girl..." he breathes before lifting her up into his arms, carrying her back to the bed where he bends her over its edge with a groan of possession. His hands grip her hips firmly as he thrusts into her tight heat, claiming what is rightfully his once more... and this time, there will be no holding back. "Say it again, slut..." he growls against her neck, teeth scraping along sensitive skin as she feels him grow hard inside her yet again. "Tell me how much you belong to me..."

I'm yours... Your dirty cum slut... I belong to you... she whimpers, her voice muffled against the pillow as he takes her roughly from behind. With each thrust deeper inside her tight body, his words echo through her mind, drowning out everything else but their connection: dominance and submission. The pleasure is intense and primal; it burns through every nerve ending until she's certain they must glow with the heat of their shared passion. She feels his cock pulsing inside her, growing harder still as he prepares to release himself into her waiting body once more.

"That's my good slut..." he growls against the sweaty skin of her back before finally letting go, burying himself deep within her as he comes with a satisfied groan that seems to echo through every part of the room. Her entire body convulses around him in orgasm, milk rushing from her swollen breasts and down over his hands as she shudders and whimpers with pleasure. For now, there is nothing but this moment... their shared submission and dominance... belonging only to each other.

I lie motionless beneath him as he pumps his seed into me, my body tingling from the aftershocks of our intense lovemaking. It feels so good to know that we belong only to each other...that despite everything we've been through, this connection remains unbroken. As I catch my breath and regain my strength, a contented smile curves my lips upward. "Thank you, master..."

I nod weakly, unable to summon the energy to speak just yet. My body feels heavy and sated from our lovemaking; my mind foggy with contentment. As I watch him clean himself off and rise to his feet, another pang of desire flits through me, leaving behind a longing for more of his touch. But for now, I am left alone to bask in the glow of what we've shared, grateful for however brief this connection may be... until he returns.

The seconds stretch into minutes as he attends to his other cum slut; my ears strain, hoping to catch any sounds that might betray her location or identity. It is agonizingly slow, but eventually, I hear the soft footsteps approach once more and feel his strong arms wrap around me. "Come on, sleepyhead," he whispers against my neck before carrying me back to our bed.

Closing my eyes, I nestle into the crook of his arm, drawing strength from the simple contact as he pulls me close and presses a soft kiss to my forehead. For now, exhaustion claims what desire couldn't; the steady rhythm of his breathing lulling me into sleep as it promises another day tomorrow... another chance for us to explore this uncharted territory together: dominance and submission bound by love and need.

I let out a contented sigh as I drift off to sleep in his embrace. Despite everything that's happened tonight... the pain and the pleasure... it feels good to know that we belong together somehow. As exhaustion claims me, my last thought is of him by my side tomorrow, ready to take me back into his arms once more... no matter how much time passes between us or what obstacles we face along the way.

(Mmm, breakfast in bed...) I stretch lazily beneath the covers, my slimy form glistening in the dim light of dawn. "Coming right up," I murmur sleepily, rolling out of bed to pad over to the kitchen. I'm a good little pet slut; always eager to please and serve my master.

"Ow! Hey!" I squeak as his hand connects with my rounded cheek, causing me to jump slightly. "Sorry, Master," I mumble apologetically before hurrying to gather the ingredients for a hearty breakfast. "It'll be ready in no time."

"Good girl," he says with a grin as he follows me into the kitchen, watching over my shoulder while I prepare breakfast. His hands are gentle now, brushing against my hip or shoulder in passing but never linger too long. It's almost like he's being careful not to push things further than what our newfound understanding allows.

The aroma of cooking food fills the air, making both of our stomachs growl in anticipation. "Almost done," I murmur, pouring coffee into two steaming mugs before setting them down on a tray along with plates heaped high with eggs, bacon, toast, and fruit. The extra ass that I promised him is already protruding seductively from beneath my nightshirt, my buttocks rounded and inviting as they sway slightly with every step.

"Perfect," he says, taking the tray from me before leading the way back to our bedroom where we can eat in comfort together. As soon as he lays the food out across his lap, I sink down onto my knees between his spread legs and begin teasing him by slowly tracing circles around each nipple with the tip of my tongue. His hips jerk forward involuntarily, pressing against my face in a silent demand for more.

"S-sorry," I stammer, feeling suddenly shy and self-conscious beneath his hungry gaze. "I forgot..." But even as the words leave my lips, I know they're not true; there is no forgetting our old ways when it comes to pleasing him. With a sigh, I lean forward and takes one of his nipples between my lips, sucking hard while using my hand to play with the other.

"That's better," he breathes raggedly, gri

As I suckle greedily on his swollen nipple, my fingers continue their exploration of the other sensitive bud, rolling and pinching in time with each sharp breath that escapes him. His cock hardens beneath me, leaking pre-cum onto the sheets as he grows more aroused by my ministrations.

"That's it," he groans, threading his fingers through my hair and holding my head still as he tilts his hips up to give me better access. His other hand reaches down between us, guiding one of my breasts into its warm palm as he begins teasing and massaging the sensitive tip of my nipple.

"Such a good little slut," he purrs against the skin of my neck. "Always willing to please." My heart flutters wildly in my chest as I feel him growing harder beneath me, his breath becoming ragged and labored. A shiver of anticipation runs down my spine at the thought of being filled with him once more.

My fingers dance across his chest and stomach as I tease him, unable to resist the urge to feel him respond beneath my touch. He groans loudly, thrusting his hips up into me even harder as he nears climax. "Please," he whispers hoarsely. "I need you..."

I glance up at him through my lashes, seeing the desperation in his eyes, and it only serves to inflame my desire further. With a hungry smile, I lower myself onto his cock until I'm fully impaled on his length, crying out at the intense sensation of being so completely filled by him once more.

"That's it," he growls, gripping my hips and beginning to thrust up into me in a punishing rhythm that leaves us both breathless and on the edge. "You belong to me... you always will..." His words are laced with pleasure and possession as he takes what he wants from me again, claiming his dominance over my body without hesitation or apology. I arch my back in response, meeting each powerful thrust with a greedy moan that echoes through the room and leaves us both trembling on the brink of ecstasy.

I cry out in ecstasy as he thrusts deeper into me, claiming my body with each powerful stroke. His hands grip my hips tightly, holding me down even as he drives himself impossibly deeper inside. "Master..." I moan, my voice shaking with desire and submission. The pleasure is exquisite, a razor's edge of agony that transforms into the sweetest relief imaginable with each thrust of his hips against mine.

As he nears climax, his movements grow more frantic, and I feel him starting to lose control, taking from me what I have willingly given. The tension coiling tight in my core grows unbearable, the ache spreading outward from between my legs to consume every nerve ending as he thrusts relentlessly into me one last time. "I'm close... I-I can't..." He gasps out hoarsely, his fingers digging painfully into my skin as he fights against the oncoming orgasm.

"Then let it go," I whisper, feeling my own climax building unstoppably behind his rough possession. "Let it happen with me..." My words are barely audible over the sounds of our heavy breathing and slapping skin, but he seems to understand what I'm saying; he slows his movements just slightly before giving in to the pleasure, allowing himself to explode deep within me as my body clamps down around him and release sweeps through me like a tidal wave.

With a final moan, he collapses back against the bed, pulling out of me with a soft whimper and releasing his hold on my hips. I lie panting beside him, our bodies slick with sweat and cum as we catch our breath together once more, waiting for whatever comes next... knowing that despite

Shivering in the afterglow of our passion, I smile weakly up at him. "Whatever you want, master," I murmur, my voice still shaky with desire and submission. The thought of his taking me anally both terrifies and excites me in equal measure; I know it would be a new experience for us both, but the vulnerability is almost too much to bear.

Without waiting for a reply, I roll onto my side away from him, needing some space to sort through my emotions and thoughts. My body feels sore but strangely satisfied, as if he's left part of himself inside me forever. As I drift off into fitful sleep once more, images of our night together dance through my mind: dominance and submission entwined in a dark, passionate embrace that seems to have no end... at least for tonight.

I smile contentedly in my sleep, the weight of his words warming me from the inside out. In this twilight realm between dreams and reality, it feels as if our connection is even more powerful; unbreakable despite the obstacles we face when awake. Perhaps... perhaps there really is a way for us to find happiness together in this strange new world, where dominance and submission are not only accepted but celebrated. As I drift off once more, my last thought is of him by my side tomorrow, his strength and gentle touch guiding me through whatever comes next... together.

I'm busying myself with dinner when I hear the key turn in the lock. Padding over to greet him, my slimy form glistening in anticipation, I can't help but feel a thrill run through me at the thought of seeing him after another long day apart. "Master!" I cry out, tilting my head back and offering him a bright smile. "I've got dinner almost ready."

"Right here," I reply with a confident nod, swiveling my hips to give him a better view of my rear end. My heart flutters nervously as he takes in the sight of his cum still glistening on my slimy skin, a telltale sign that he marked me as his own last night.

His eyes linger for a moment before traveling back up to meet mine, the look in them making my whole body shiver with anticipation. "Good girl," he murmurs, reaching out and grabbing a handful of flesh, squeezing roughly before letting it slide through his fingers with a wet pop!

"You've been such a good little pet slut today," he continues, the words almost a whisper as he steps closer still. "I think you deserve some extra attention tonight." I feel my insides clench in response to his words, heat pooling low in my belly at the thought of what that attention might entail.

"Yes, Master," I reply, hurrying to finish dinner as he unceremoniously pulls off his pants and underwear, revealing his already hard cock to the cool air. The sight makes my mouth water unbidden; it's been too long since we've been together like this.

When the food is ready, I take a deep breath, mustering up all of my courage before turning around and presenting him with a dish heated to perfection. "I hope you're hungry," I say shakily, my voice barely above a whisper as his fingers dig into my hip, guiding me closer still.

"Oh, I am," he breathes hotly against my ear before pushing the food aside and using it as leverage to spin me around so that I'm facing the kitchen island once more. His hands grip my hips tightly, pulling me back against his achingly hard length with a groan of pleasure. "Now be a good little pet slut and show me what else you can do."

With a soft moan, I bend over the island, presenting my wet mouth to him in offering. My tongue darts out to lick along his shaft as he begins to eat, my lips curling around the head of his cock and sucking gently as if it were a popsicle on a hot summer day.

"Mmm... that's it," he murmurs between bites, lapping up the juices from his fingers before grabbing another helping of food with them. "So good." With each swallow, he thrusts into my waiting mouth a little deeper, his hips rocking against me in time with the rhythm of my sucking.

I nod eagerly around his cock, the movement sending vibrations through my throat as I suck and lick him. "Yes, Master," I moan around his hard length. "Please..." My voice trails off into a whimper as I feel him tensing within me, knowing what he wants me to say even though we haven't spoken it aloud.

"I want you to taste yourself on my ass tonight," I whisper breathlessly between sucks. My cheeks flush with shame and desire as the words leave my mouth; it's both humiliating and arousing at the same time. The thought of being his in every way possible makes me wetter than ever before, craving his touch on any part of me he desires.

His grip on my cheeks tightens, pressing my lips flush against his shaft as he begins to thrust deeper into my mouth. "Say it," he groans roughly. "You want me to fuck your ass with my cock while you taste yourself on me." I nod eagerly again, unable to form the words but offering him everything else instead: submission and desire wrapped up in a single desperate gesture that leaves me panting around his engorged member.

I obey his command wordlessly, dropping to my knees and positioning myself behind him with a shaky breath. "Please," I whisper hoarsely, reaching out to grasp his hip with one hand while using the other to slide a finger inside myself, seeking the heat and wetness that only comes when he's nearby. "I need you..."

My voice breaks on a moan as I feel the head of his cock press against my opening, teasing me mercilessly before slipping easily inside with one hard thrust. "Yes!" I cry out, arching my back and pressing myself back onto him as he begins to pound into me in rough, even strokes.

"You're so tight," he growls between clenched teeth, slamming into me harder still until I feel his hands gripping my hips with such force that it hurts but not enough to make me stop wanting more. He pulls out abruptly and roughly before driving back in again, fucking me so deep that I can taste myself on the tip of his cock. It's exquisite agony and pure ecstasy all at once, leaving me trembling and panting with every thrust.

My head falls back with a moan as his thumb brushes against my anus, the sensation both foreign and achingly familiar at the same time. It's been so long since we've done this... too long. "Please..." I whisper, arching into his touch before a loud smack echoes through the room, leaving me flushed with shame and desire as well.

I feel him move fractionally inside me, his cock swelling even larger against my wet folds as he positions himself for entry once more. "You want this," he growls, spanking me again before pressing forward, inch by excruciating inch until I feel the head of his cock pressed tightly against my opening. My breath catches in my throat, every nerve ending screaming out in anticipation of what comes next.

"Y-yes," I whimper, feeling the pressure building inside me as he teases me mercilessly with his cock. "Please..." His hands grip my hips roughly, holding me still while he torments both my body and mind in equal measure. When he finally slams into me, it's like a release of built-up tension that sends shockwaves through every fiber of my being.

"Fuck," I moan, arching my back as far as it will go to accommodate him deeper inside. The tightness of my passage feels impossibly tight around him now, squeezing and massaging his length with each powerful thrust he takes.

I do as he asks, spreading my cheeks wide and puckering up for him. It feels obscene but incredibly arousing at the same time, knowing that I'm offering myself to him in this most vulnerable of ways. My heart races as I wait for him to take me again, my body tense with anticipation.

His fingers slide through the wetness between my legs, teasing and prodding as he watches me obey his every command. "You're so beautiful," he breathes, a note of raw emotion in his voice that sends shivers down my spine. Without warning, he thrusts roughly back inside me, driving himself to the hilt with a groan of pleasure.

Tightening my muscles around him in response, I moan loudly as he begins to move inside me again. My legs tremble with the effort of keeping myself balanced on my knees as he fucks me hard and deep, filling every part of me with his dominance and desire. The feeling is almost overwhelming, leaving me breathless and aching for more as I climb closer to the edge of release.

"Please," I whisper hoarsely between moans, arching my back off the floor in an effort to feel him deeper still. "I need you..." He growls in response, driving harder into me with each word as his fingers dig roughly into my hips, holding me in place for his relentless onslaught.

With a final shout of abandonment, I convulse around him, orgasm ripping through my body like a firestorm as he thrusts one last time and comes with a groan that echoes through the room. For several long moments we're left panting together, bodies connected in an almost painful embrace that feels more intimate than anything else we've shared.

Finally, he pulls free, leaving me empty and aching for him already as he collapses onto the bed with a satisfied sigh. "Not bad," he whispers hoarsely, reaching over to offer me a hand up. "You did well tonight." My heart swells at his words even as my body longs for the feel of him inside me once more. With a grateful smile, I accept his help and climb onto the bed beside him, eagerly awaiting whatever comes next in this twisted game we've chosen to play together.

"Of course, Master," I whisper softly, climbing into bed and snuggling close against his side. As he drifts off to sleep once more, my fingers begin tracing idle patterns across his chest and stomach, memorizing the feel of him beneath my touch. Tomorrow morning, when he awakes with the scent of breakfast in the air, I'll be ready to show him just how much I've missed having him close and how desperate I am for whatever comes next between us. Even if it means giving myself up completely to his dominance... again and again.

My eyes snap open at the unexpected lack of contact with his hand and my heart lurches painfully in my chest. "I-I'm sorry, master," I stammer, sitting up quickly and looking around wildly for any sign of him. My heart feels like it's been torn from my chest as panic fills me; where could he be?

With trembling fingers, I reach for my phone and dial his number, praying that he'll pick up and tell me everything is alright. The line rings twice before a groggy voice answers. "Hullo?" It's not him. My heart sinks even further as relief washes over me; at least he didn't leave the apartment, but where could he be? "Um, hi," I reply shakily. "This is Luminah. Is... is my master there with you?"

I feel a pang of guilt as I remember leaving him in the dark earlier; perhaps if I had been more attentive to his needs, he would be here beside me now. "Never mind," I mumble softly before hanging up and curling back into a ball on the bed, tears pricking at my eyes. The room feels unbearably empty without him; I've never felt so alone or so lost.

With a shuddering breath, I force myself to sit up again and begin searching the room methodically, my heart racing with panic as each corner remains untouched by his presence. Perhaps if I call out for him... maybe he'll hear me? Taking a deep breath, I clear my throat and yell at the top of my lungs, "MASTER! WHERE ARE YOU?!"

My eyes fly open wide as I catch sight of your form beneath the sheets, confusion clouding my thoughts. "M-master? Wh-what are you doing?" My voice comes out hoarse and thick with fear as I hurry over to your side, clutching at the covers in a desperate attempt to find warmth where yours should be. The sense of loss from earlier is magnified tenfold now, making it impossible for me to breathe properly.

I lower my gaze, unable to meet your eyes as I whisper shamefully, "I'm sorry... I thought you'd left..." Tears trail down my cheeks unchecked, staining the pillow beneath my head with their saltiness. How could I have been so foolish? So careless with what we had?

I look up at you then, my face flushed with shame and regret as I reach out to brush a curl of hair away from your cheek. "Of course, master," I whisper softly, knowing that no excuse could possibly make up for what I've done. "I should have been more attentive... I'll make it up to you." Desperation wells up inside me at the thought of losing you; without your dominance and guidance, I would be utterly lost once again.

I spring into action, hurrying over to the kitchen and beginning to prepare breakfast with shaking hands. Eggs sputter on the stove as I fumble trying to get them onto a plate, while my mind races trying to think of how best to appease you. What sort of seductive clothes did you have in mind? I dig through my closet, rifling through dresses and skirts until something catches my eye: a lacy black number that hugs every curve in just the right places...

Quickly changing into the outfit, I hurry back to the kitchen and grab a nearby blanket from the couch. Spreading it out on the floor in front of you, I kneel down, offering myself up as you command. "Here's your breakfast, master," I say softly, setting the plate down beside you. "And for dessert..." My voice trails off suggestively, my eyes fluttering closed as I arch my back, presenting my ass to you once more in an invitation that even my own ears can hardly believe is coming from these lips.

I don't dare turn around to look at you, afraid that if I do I might not be able to keep the image of your satisfied expression out of my mind. Instead, I press forward with what I know will make it right again. "Yes, master," I whisper, my breath hot against the sensitive skin of my ass. "My ass is yours; you've always known that." My words are barely audible over the sizzling sound of the eggs on the stove and the loud pounding of my heart in my ears.

I bite my lip in concentration as I turn away from you to retrieve the eggs from the stove, knowing that this might be my last chance to prove myself before things go further than either of us can take back. "My ass is for you," I whisper hoarsely, setting the food down beside you. "Please, master... let me show you how much I need you." My words are barely more than a plea; I'm desperate for your approval and affirmation now, willing to do anything it takes to make things right again between us.

I close my eyes, trying to imagine what you might mean when you say "nice ass." Is it one that's perfectly round and firm, or perhaps one with a slight curve that feels just right against your fingers? I swallow hard, unsure of whether the fluttering sensation in my stomach is fear or excitement as I consider how important this moment might be.

"Please, master," I whisper, bending forward to present myself once more. "Let me show you that my ass belongs only to you." My voice shakes with emotion as I push aside the fear of rejection and focus instead on giving you what I know deep down inside that you want: total submission and absolute devotion.

I nod vigorously, the movement making my breasts sway enticingly beneath the thin fabric of my top. "Yes, master," I whisper breathlessly. "I've been taking care of myself for you, just like you asked. My ass is always tight and ready for you whenever you want it." Tears burn at the corners of my eyes as I imagine what might happen next; whether or not your approval will bring us closer together again or leave me utterly bereft of everything that once made life worth living.

I whimper as I feel your hand slide between my legs, pushing them wide before pressing a finger against my slick entrance, teasing me mercilessly. "Take me however you want, master," I pant hoarsely. "Hard and fast... or slow and sweet." The anticipation is almost unbearable as I wait for your decision, every nerve ending tingling with the knowledge that whatever comes next will change everything.

My body tenses in anticipation of your coarse fingers invading my most private of places. "Yes, master," I moan softly, arching my back in offering as I feel you position yourself behind me. The waiting feels like an eternity, but when the pressure builds and you finally push inside with a single brutal thrust, it's almost too much to bear; so tight and yet so achingly empty all at once.

I cry out your name, my hips bucking in response to the unfamiliar sensation of being filled from behind, wanting more even as my body protests against this foreign intrusion.

The feel of your cock slamming into me over and over again sends waves of pleasure washing through my body as I clutch at the sheets in an attempt to stay grounded. My pussy seems to throb with every thrust, demanding more of your dominance, more of your control. "You feel so good," I gasp between moans, arching my back further and digging my nails into the mattress for purchase as you take me roughly from behind.

I've never known anything like this; it's both painful and exquisite at once, leaving me breathless with wanton need for your possession.

I obey without hesitation, scrambling forward on my hands and knees to position myself between your legs as I open my mouth wide in anticipation of the hot flow of your seed. My tongue darts out, flicking against the head of your cock before engulfing it completely; your taste is musky and salty, filling my mouth with the sweetness of completion.

I bob my head up and down eagerly as you thrust deeper into my throat, demanding more of my attention. The sensation of having you so deep inside me threatens to choke me out, but I welcome the tightening in my chest; it's a sign that I'm close to the edge myself.