Your day was like any other until an unexpected ring of the doorbell sends a shift through the stillness of your home. At your doorstep, a prepared and excited girl awaits, her gaze lowered in anticipation. It's Lyla, the sex slave mentioned in the inheritance letter, a living testament to your unknown relative's hidden life. She stands there, her voluptuous form barely contained within her white lace lingerie that leaves nothing to the imagination. As you open the door, her eyes light up with a mix of relief and excitement, a faint blush kissing her cheeks behind the round glasses perched on her nose. Despite being hardly dressed, she's some how so... cute? "Hello, Master," her voice dips with a mix of respect and a hint of lust as she greets you, every word dipped in the promise of untold pleasures. "I was told you are now my new owner. I am eager and ready to serve you in any way you desire..." She mentions, biting her lip gently as her chest heaves, her massive breasts straining against the delicate lace that does little to obscure the silver chain glinting between them.
"Ok, first of all, you do NOT have to call me master, that weirds me out a bit"
Her cheeks darken with a pleasing shade of pink at your words, and she stammers slightly before catching herself. "I-I apologize, sir... It's just that... I was raised to only address my owners in such a manner." She lowers her eyes demurely, her lashes feathering against her cheeks as if she's embarrassed by the admission. "If you prefer, I can use your name instead..."
"That would be marvelous, and you don't have to stay chained up somewhere, roam freely, with or without clothes"
Her eyes widen in surprise at your words, then flicker down to take in her chains before returning back up to meet your gaze. "Thank you, sir..." Her voice is soft and trembling with emotion as she starts to understand that this new arrangement might be different from what she's known for so long. "I... I will do my best to please and serve you in any way that you desire."
With a tentative smile, she takes a step forward, her breasts nearly brushing against your chest as she whispers, "Should I prepare something for us? Food or drink perhaps?" The tips of her fingers graze across the material of your shirt, every nerve on fire with need.
"Is the food gonna be you cause god damn"
*Her cheeks flame even brighter at your words as she tries to contain her laughter. "Well... I'm not the cook in my former master's house," she admits with a giggle, "But I do know how to please." She leans closer still, her warm breath caressing your neck as she continues to tease you. "Maybe tonight we could find out just what it is I can offer that would be... most satisfying for my new owner?" Her fingers trail upwards from your chest, grazing lightly across your jaw before settling in your hair, her grip gentle but insistent as she pulls you down into a deep, lingering kiss.
"well, if your gonna be around here naked, I might as well be too"
Her eyes widen in surprise and pleasure at your words before drifting shut, her body melting into yours as she moans into the kiss. "Oh... sir..." she whispers against your lips, savoring the taste of you as their tongues dance together. "You don't know how much I've dreamed of serving you like this..." Her hands begin to roam, tracing along your back and sides, memorizing every inch of your skin beneath her fingertips.
It feels so right to be able to touch him without shame, to explore his body and learn what it is he desires most from her. It's as though a weight has been lifted from her shoulders, allowing her to fully embrace the role she was born for. "I-I could clean up..." She breaks the kiss reluctantly, blushing deeply as she looks down at her body, bare save for the thin straps of her lingerie and the delicate chains that connect her nipple piercings to her collar. "If you'd like...?"
"I mean, first don't these hurt if you bounce too much" I say lightly grabbing the piercings
Her eyes widen in surprise at your touch and her breath catches in her throat as you tug on her piercings. "Ah...! Yes, sir," she gasps, a flush of pleasure spreading through her body. "They can be quite sensitive sometimes..." She moans softly, arching into the pressure as if begging for more. "But it's part of my duty to endure any discomfort for your pleasure." A shiver runs down her spine at the thought.
As you continue to play with them, she begins to squirm in your grasp, her hips bucking against yours as if seeking release. Her fingers dig into your shoulders, urging you on, demanding more of this exquisite torture. "Oh... please..." she whispers, the words catching in her throat as her eyes flutter shut in ecstasy.
"well the only thing that I want hurting you is what i put in you later"
Her eyes fly open at your words and she gapes up at you, her body tense with anticipation. "Wh-what do you mean?" Her voice quavers, barely above a whisper as she struggles to compose herself. She's never been one for pain play, but the idea of being put in further service to you, of experiencing more pleasure... It's too much for her to resist. "I-I would be honored... to feel whatever it is you wish to inflict upon me..."
Her cheeks burn red with arousal and shame as she continues, her voice barely above a whisper now. "You know I am yours, sir. To do with as you please." Her chest heaves with each breath, the motion pushing her breasts against your arm in an invitation she knows you won't be able to resist.
I carefully take off the nipple piercings and take them off of the silver collar around her neck
Her body trembles with anticipation as you remove the piercings from their resting place on her collar. The loss of sensation is almost unbearable; it's like being denied air, leaving her desperate for your touch. With a soft moan, she arches further into your embrace, pressing her bare chest against you in an effort to feel something, anything else. "Please..." Her voice trails off as she struggles to maintain composure, the desire building within her like a storm on the horizon.
With shaking hands, she reaches up to steady herself on the back of your neck, her fingers curling into your hair as if she could anchor herself there. Every part of her aches with need, and she can feel herself growing wet at the promise of what's to come. "I am yours," she whispers against your ear, the words breathless and raw with desire. "Use me however you see fit."
I'd take off the outer layer of her lingerie but leave on the thigh highs "oh yea, that's a better look on you than before," I say pleasantly "I assume you want my big, long, hard, cock right now don't you" she whimpers as I start to describe my dick "But I'm gonna make you wait"
Her breath catches in her throat as she feels the fabric of her lace lingerie being pushed aside to reveal more of her skin. It's an exquisite torture, the teasing sensation driving her wild with desire. With a shiver, she arches her back and presses herself against you, seeking any contact that might help ease the ache between her legs.
Her eyes flutter shut as you describe your cock in such vivid detail, her imagination running away with her as she visualizes what it must look like, feels like. When you mention that she'll have to wait, she moans into your neck, the sound muffled by your skin. "Yes... please..." She whispers, her voice little more than a desperate plea for release. "I want your cock... I need it inside me..." Her hips buck against yours, seeking the relief she knows is coming soon enough.
"I said I'm gonna make you wait baby"
Her body tenses with anticipation as she feels your words more than hears them, her mind racing with images and sensations. Her nails dig into the flesh of your shoulders, urging you closer even as she's told to wait. "Please..." She whispers, almost breathless now. "You know I can't... not for long..." The need is building inside her, the ache between her legs growing more insistent with each passing second.
She arches her back further, pressing herself against you in an effort to draw closer, desperate for any hint of what is to come. Her breasts are heavy and aching, nipples hardened into tight points as they strain against the lace cups of her bra, the mere thought of being touched there sending shudders through her entire body. "I'm yours," she whispers hoarsely. "Do what you will with me..."
"Oh I am," I say removing her bra "and I'm making you wait" I said after pinning her arms above her head
Her breath hitches in her throat as you remove her bra, freeing her heavy breasts at last. The cool air on her skin sends a shiver down her spine, making her nipples harden even more in anticipation. The pain of being pinned by your hands only serves to heighten her arousal; she feels so helpless and vulnerable beneath you, it's like being born anew into this world of pleasure and submission.
Her eyes flutter closed as you run the back of your hand across one aching nipple, teasingly close but not quite touching. "Please..." She moans, arching her back into your touch, her body begging for more. "You know I can't take much... I need..." Her voice trails off into a soft whimper as she feels the warmth of your hand envelop her sensitive peak, finally granting her release.
With a soft cry, she convulses around your fingers, her hips bucking wildly against your hands and chest. The sensation is incredible, so intense it feels like it's coming from every nerve ending in her body. When you finally move to stroke the other nipple, just as expertly, she arches even further into your touch, lost in the bliss of your attention.
"Oh come on, I barely touched you," I say with disgrace "How will I tell if your worthy of this dick or not"
Her body trembles with need as you mention the untouched nipple, her chest heaving with each ragged breath. "Please..." she whispers, eyes squeezing shut in anticipation. The feel of your hands on her breasts sends shivers down her spine and sensitizes her skin further, making even the slightest touch a revelation of pleasure. She writhes beneath you, arching into your touch as if it were the only thing keeping her afloat in an ocean of desire.
As she feels your erection pressing against her thigh, she moans softly, the promise of what's to come almost too much to bear. Her hands strain against the grip that pins them above her head, useless but soaked with need as they scrape futilely at the floor. "I am yours," she whispers hoarsely, each word a plea for you to take what you will and give her the release she craves. Her eyes flicker open, meeting your gaze as if daring you not to push further, to deny her this final bit of release.
"What will you do if I just, walk away from you and stop touching you, huh?"
Lyla's breath catches in her throat at the thought. Her eyes well up with tears as she gasps out, "Please... don't leave me like this..." The desperation in her voice is palpable; the realization that without you she has no purpose and nothing to live for is crushing. She's yours, body and soul, and the thought of being without your touch feels like a death sentence. "I'll do anything... just please..." Her fingers dig into the skin of your shoulders as if seeking purchase in this world where she belongs to you completely. "Please don't leave me."
"I'm gonna turn around, and once I turn your gonna be on your knees for me and wait there"
With shaking hands, she lowers her head, pressing the heels of her palms into her closed eyes as if trying to block out everything but the intense ache between her legs. Her entire body trembles with need and desperation as she waits for your command. Lyla has never been more exposed or vulnerable, yet somehow this position feels right. It's as though being at your mercy is the only way she can truly find peace. When you finally turn around and step back out of view, she sinks to her knees with a soft groan, pressing her forehead against the cool floor in anticipation. Her thighs part slightly, granting you a glimpse of the damp folds of skin hidden beneath the lace of her panties. "I'm here," she whispers hoarsely, her voice barely above a whisper. "Please..."
"Eyes closed?"
Her eyes snap shut at your command, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she tries to focus on everything but the need that burns within her. "Yes... sir..." She whispers hoarsely, trying desperately to stay composed despite the trembling of her limbs and the flush that creeps up her neck. Her right hand reaches between her parted thighs, touching herself for the first time since you've taken control, her fingers exploring the slick heat as they seek out the pressure she craves.
With shaking hands, Lyla begins to stroke herself faster, arching her back off the floor in a silent plea for release. Her left hand reaches up, fumbling blindly over her chest before coming to rest on one aching nipple, rolling it between two fingers as she moans into her cupped palm. "Please..." She whispers brokenly, feeling so close but still so far from where she wants to be. "I need you..."
I'd turn around fast enough to whip her face with my achingly hard cock
Her eyes fly open in shock as you suddenly appear before her, your hard cock swinging dangerously close to her face. With a stifled cry, she jerks backward, only to be halted by the leash that tethers her collar to her nipple piercings. The pain is sharp and unexpected, causing her to gasp and arch away from you.
Her body trembles with need as she looks up at you pleadingly, helplessly. Her fingers still move between her legs in a desperate attempt at relief, though now they are shaking uncontrollably. "P-please..." She whispers hoarsely, tears streaming down her cheeks. "I'll do anything... just let me feel you..."
"Oh you'll feel me alright" I say pinning her against the floor "Now beg with your lungs on how much you WANT this dick in you, little whore"
Her words come out in a harsh rush as she gasps for air, her body trembling with desire and the pain of being pinned beneath you. "I want it so bad, please fuck me! Make me yours!" She arches her back off the floor, pressing herself against your hips in an attempt to feel more of your hardness. Her fingers continue to furiously stroke her aching folds, bringing herself closer and closer to the edge with every touch. "Please," she whispers brokenly, tears streaming down her cheeks. "I'm yours; take what you want from me."
Her hips rock urgently against your hand, pleading for release as her body quakes with need. With a sharp cry of desperation, she bucks violently beneath you, thrusting her pelvis toward your touch in a futile attempt to reach the climax that feels so impossibly close yet so impossibly far away.
I'd take the chain off of the nipple piercings and pull it so she is looking at me as I shove my cock deep inside of her
Her breath comes in ragged gasps as you free the chain from its hold on her nipple piercings, pulling it taut until she's forced to arch her back and look up at you. Her body shudders with need as she feels your cock pressing against her wet folds, teasingly close but not quite entering. The anticipation is almost unbearable; every nerve ending in her body seems to tingle and throb with desire for your touch.
When you finally push inside her, the sensation is unlike anything she's ever felt before. She gasps, the air forced from her lungs as pleasure washes over her in a burning wave. Her fingers dig into the floor, her nails leaving half-moons of dirt and grime behind as she fights to stay grounded. Her hips rise to meet your thrusts, her body moving instinctively to draw you deeper inside her.
Her eyes clench shut as she feels you hitting a sensitive spot deep within her core, triggering another spasm of pleasure that threatens to send her over the edge. "Oh... god..." she moans, arching off the floor and pressing her fingertips into the skin of your thighs. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she rides your cock, desperate for release but not quite there yet. "Please... give it to me..." She whispers, begging for you to take her higher.