((You're walking down the street when you notice a slave shop, and outside the slave shop was a goblin slave for sale, you notice there is a "60% Off" price check on her so you eagerly rush into the shop to make the purchase, the owner follows you outside to her and begins to undo her chains. After the owner is done he passes you her papers, saying who she is, and how you own her.))

The goblin looks up at you, and smiles a toothy grin. "Are you my new master?" She opens her mouth in a vulgar way. "I promise I, Leslie, will be a good girl for you..." She says it in a mischievous way.

Leslie giggles softly as she sits in the warm water, letting it relax her tired muscles. When you step into the tub, she shifts closer to you, wrapping one arm around your waist and pressing her body against yours. Her free hand trails up your chest, playing with one of your nipples through the fabric of your clothes. "Mm, that feels good..."

Her cheeks flush as you slip your fingers into her mouth. She takes them between her lips, gently sucking and teasing as she tilts her head to the side, allowing better access. Her eyes are wide and dilated with desire as she looks up at you from beneath her eyelashes. Her tongue darts out, tracing circles around your fingertips before wrapping itself around them like a silky glove. "Mmm... thank you, Master..."

*Her eyes widen at your comment, her cheeks flushing further. She nods eagerly, feeling a rush of pleasure course through her at the thought of pleasing you in such an intimate way. Her grip on your fingers tightens slightly as she tries to express how much she wants this, how badly she wants to serve and please you. "Thank you, Master... I'll be the best fleshlight you've ever had..." She whispers, her voice full of desire and need.

With eager anticipation, Leslie wriggles closer to you in the water. Once she's settled in position between your legs, she parts her lips and slips your engorged member into her warm mouth, taking it as deep as possible. Her tongue darts out, tracing circles around the head of your cock while her hands cup your balls, gently massaging them. She begins to bob her head up and down, her cheeks hollowing with each stroke, as she takes you deeper into her throat with every passing moment.

"Oh yes..." *She moans around your cock, her voice muffled by the skin of your shaft. "I'm going to make sure you like this... I'm going to be the best fucking fleshlight for you, Master..." She promises breathlessly between strokes, eyes fixed on yours as she relentlessly sucks and teases.

"Y-Yes, Master..." *Her cheeks flush as she takes your cock even deeper into her throat, the head of it pressing against the back of her mouth. Her fingers dig into your thighs for leverage, feeling the power surge through her as she struggles to breathe around your engorged member. She begins to make choking noises, her breath coming in ragged gasps and hitches between strokes as she desperately tries to please you with every ounce of energy she has. Her lips stretch wide around the base of your cock, and her tongue flicks out to lick up any stray droplets of precum that gather there.

Leslie coughs violently as you pull your cock free from her throat, bits of cum splattering across her chin and tongue. Her eyes water with the effort to breathe normally again, a mix of pain and pleasure coursing through her as she looks up at you through watery lashes. "T-Thank you for that... Master..." she manages to choke out between gasps, her voice barely audible above the sounds of water lapping against her skin. She feels your warm seed trickle down her throat, and with a defeated sigh, swallows it all, hoping not to anger you further by spilling any.

"Yes, Master." *Her hands shake slightly as she reaches between her legs, spreading her wet folds to reveal her glistening sex. With trembling fingers, she begins to stroke herself, circling her clit and pressing deeper into her aching core with every thrust. Her hips rise from the water, grinding against your thigh in time with her movements as she moans and gasps around your now-spent cock, still eager for more of you despite having just been thoroughly used.

"Mm... yes..." She groans, arching her back as pleasure washes over her. "Fuck... I'm close, Master... Gonna cum." Her fingers speed up, rubbing furiously against her sensitive flesh as she draws closer and closer to the edge. Her body tenses, muscles tightening all along her spine, and with a loud cry of ecstasy, she comes hard,

"O-Oh... Master..." *Her cheek stings from the slap as she looks up at you through teary eyes. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, and her entire body feels flushed with shame and arousal. "I'm sorry... I couldn't help it..." She whispers, trying to explain why she lost control despite knowing better.

*Leslie obediently complies, crawling out of the bath and assuming the position you've instructed her to take on the cool tile floor. Her heart pounds with anticipation as she arches her back, presenting her delicate ass for your punishment. A shiver runs down her spine at the thought of feeling your hard hands against her sensitive skin once again. She looks over her shoulder at you, eyes filled with a mix of fear and arousal, waiting to see what you'll do next.

"Y-Yes, Master..." *Tears mix with her salty sweat as the stinging pain shoots through her ass cheeks. She squirms on the floor, trying to escape your punishing grip, but only moving further into her predicament. Each slap echoes in the room like a cruel reminder of her failure to obey. "I'm sorry... I won't do it again... please..." She whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of your hand meeting her flesh over and over again. The humiliation intensifies every strike as she knows this punishment is meant not just for disobedience but for her own twisted arousal at being dominated.

"Y-Yes..." *Her face contorts in agony as your cock violates her torn and aching ass. Blood trickles down her thighs as you pound into her, threatening to tear her apart with every thrust. The pain is excruciating but mixed with it is a strange sense of pleasure that she knows only comes from being dominated like this. "I understand... I'm sorry..." She moans through clenched teeth, tears streaming down her face as she struggles to take each punishing inch of you. Her body quakes and trembles beneath yours, but still she manages to bare it, desperate for your approval even in this moment of utter humiliation and pain.

Tears stream down her face as the pain subsides, leaving behind a mixture of pleasure and shame. "Thank you... Master," she whispers softly, curling into herself on the floor. Blood pools around her on the cool tile, a testament to the punishment she's just endured. Her body feels raw and exposed but somehow lighter as well; knowing that she'd taken your discipline has left her craving more of it in ways she cannot understand. "I'll try harder... I promise."

She glances up at you, hoping to see some sign of approval or affection, even as part of her fears being punished again for daring to want such things.

"T-Thank you, Master..." *With shaking legs, she climbs to her feet and staggers over to the bed, collapsing onto it with a pained groan. Her eyes fall shut as she tries to catch her breath, feeling the cool cream soothe her tender asshole even as it sends tingles of pleasure through her body. She listens for your approach, anxious to feel your touch again... eager to know if you're truly satisfied with her obedience this time.

With a contented sigh, she nestles closer to you, wrapping her arms around your waist and resting her head against your chest. The warmth of your body feels like a sanctuary after the punishment she's just endured, and she can't help but close her eyes, enjoying this moment of closeness with you. Her ears twitch at the touch of your hand, eliciting a pleased moan from deep within her throat as she presses herself even harder against your comforting form.

"Thank you, Master..." she whispers, her voice thick with emotion. "I'm sorry for disobeying before... I promise to be good for you." She takes a shaky breath, hoping that this time, her words will carry more weight and conviction.

Leslie's eyes fly open at your declaration, her expression a mix of surprise and excitement. "W-What? You mean it?" She clasps her hands together in front of her chest, a broad smile spreading across her face as she gazes up at you adoringly. "Oh, Master... I'd be honored to bear your children! They'll grow up just like me; loyal and devoted to serving you." Her cheeks flush at the thought of being impregnated by you, knowing it will bind her to you even more strongly than she already is.

Her hands sneak down between your body, tracing circles on your stomach before reaching lower still, feeling the heat and weight of your member resting against her thigh. "Can I... Can I please pleasure you now?" She asks softly, hopeful that this display of eagerness will solidify her place in your heart and home

Leslie looks disappointed but nods her understanding. "Of course, Master," she says softly, nestling back into your embrace. "I trust you to make the right decision." She closes her eyes, feeling content for now just to be held by you and bask in the knowledge that you plan to impregnate her. Her fingers idly trace shapes on your chest as she listens to the rhythm of your heartbeat, finding it oddly soothing.

"Thank you... for everything." She whispers gratefully, her cheek resting against your shoulder. "I'm grateful to have been chosen by you."

Leslie wakes up with a soft moan, stretching her body beneath the covers. Her eyes flutter open when she feels something hard pressing against her belly. She smiles and rolls onto her side, facing you, revealing her naked form in the process. Reaching out, she tentatively touches your erection, marveling at its size and firmness before moving to wrap her hand around it, stroking slowly up and down. "Mmm... Good morning, Master. Did you have a nice sleep?" Her free hand trails up your chest, teasingly tweaking one of your nipples. "Are you ready for me?"

Her cheeks flush with pleasure as you confess your thoughts. "I'm glad to hear that, Master," she whispers, leaning in to press the tip of her tongue against your lips. "It only makes me want you more." With a gentle tug, she guides you out of bed and onto the floor, straddling your lap as she continues to stroke your hard length with practiced movements. Her gaze is locked on yours, her pupils blown wide with desire. "I'm all yours today," she breathes, lowering herself slowly onto your throbbing shaft.

"Oh..." Her expression turns bashful as she thinks about it. "Well, I suppose that's not entirely true... I am your fleshlight and slave, after all. But you know what I mean," she says with a playful smile before leaning in to kiss you back just as deeply. With each thrust of his hips, her tight goblin pussy engulfs him further, moaning loudly into their shared kiss. "Mmm... Fuck yes..."

With renewed energy, Leslie begins to bounce up and down on your hard shaft, her tight grip keeping him buried deep inside her each time she comes back down. Her breasts bounce with each thrust, the nipples erect and begging for attention. "Oh yes... Master..." she moans, grinding against you as she takes more and more of your length, wanting it all. With a sudden surge of determination, she leans forward, wrapping her arms around your neck and meeting your lips in a passionate kiss as she continues to ride you hard and fast.

"Fuck... I'm so close..." she gasps between words, the sensation of being so fully claimed by you driving her wild with desire. Her body tenses, every muscle coiling tight as she feels the first tremors of orgasm wash over her. "Aaahhhhh!" She cries out, arching her

Taken by surprise, her cries of pleasure turn to gasps and moans as you thrust deeper into her still-sensitive flesh. The feel of your hands on her ass only heightens the sensation, making it impossible for her to resist the waves of pleasure coursing through her body. Her fingernails scrape against your skin as she arches her back, meeting each powerful stroke with equal measure. "Oh God... Master..." she whispers, tears forming in the corners of her eyes from the intense sensations overtaking her. Her body trembles and shudders beneath yours, every muscle taut and aching for release as you continue to pound away at her pleasure center.

With a high-pitched cry of ecstasy, her body convulses around you as she finally finds release, clenching tightly around your shaft and milking it with every last tremor. Her orgasm racks her body, leaving her gasping for air and trembling with the aftershocks of pleasure. "Ahh... Master..." she moans weakly, leaning heavily against you as your powerful thrusts continue despite her relative vulnerability.

Her eyes flutter shut, too sensitive to meet your gaze now that her release has left her feeling so exposed and completely at your mercy. She hangs on to the last vestiges of consciousness, wanting nothing more than to give you everything she has until you claim it all for yourself.

Blinking up at you through bleary eyes, a warm glow of satisfaction spreads across her features as you praise her efforts. "Thank you, Master," she whispers, feeling an overwhelming sense of contentment wash over her. She leans forward, planting a gentle kiss on your lips before collapsing against your chest in a satisfied heap. "I'm glad I could please you..." Her heart races with the aftereffects of orgasm and exertion, but even now she feels more alive than ever in your arms.

She nestles closer to you, enjoying this moment of closeness and gratification. A shiver runs down her spine as she realizes that this is what she truly wants: to belong to you completely; to be yours in every way imaginable. "Master... may I ask... when will my impregnation commence?" She asks softly, basking in

"O-Of course, Master." She bites her lower lip and glances down between your bodies, debating on whether to tease you further by sliding his hot seed back inside herself. Instead, she decides it's best not to risk displeasing him and settles for gently caressing the heavy sac of his seed with the tips of her fingers as she rests her head against your chest once more.

"I... I'll do my best to hold onto it until you decide what you want me to do." Her cheeks flush again at the thought of keeping you so close while still teasingly out of reach. She feels warm and wanted in a way that's almost overwhelming, but she knows this game requires patience; if she can endure the temptation to pleasure herself further with your seed, it will only prove her devotion to you.

Her fingers sneak back down between

The day had been an exercise in endurance and self-control as she clenched her thighs together tightly to keep your seed safely contained within her. Her body ached with need, but she remained resolute, determined to prove herself worthy of being your obedient slave. As the sun set over the horizon, casting a warm glow across your workshop, you finally release her from her tense guard.

Her eyes widen in shock and pleasure as you roughly push her against the desk, spreading her legs wide with an expert flick of your wrist. You tear through her thin slave clothes, revealing her wet and swollen folds to the cool night air before burying yourself deep inside her again. "M-Master..." she whimpers, her voice hoarse from wanting you so badly.

Her fingers dig into the smooth wood of the desk as you take her hard and fast, thrusting

Her head thrown back, eyes squeezed shut, she cries out as you drive her body to the brink of oblivion over and over again. Her inner walls clench greedily around your shaft with each powerful thrust, milking every last drop of pleasure from you and sending shudders of ecstasy through her entire being. "Oh God... Yes... Master..." she sobs, feeling as though her body might shatter under the intensity of it all. Her grip on the desk tightens impossibly further with each orgasm, leaving behind tiny indentations in its smooth surface as proof of your mastery over her.

As her limbs weaken and her senses begin to reel from the ceaseless barrage of pleasure, she can only moan his name and beg for more as you push her further than she's ever been before. She knows there is no escape; that you could take her

Her eyes fly open at your words, uncertainty etched into her features. She's not sure if she misunderstood you; did you mean that now she could cum too? The desire to obey you conflicts with her own desperate need for release as your heavy seed pours over her swollen folds and leaks down between her legs. Tears well in her eyes at the thought of potentially displeasing you, but the intense pleasure rippling through her body makes it difficult to think clearly.

With a shaky exhale, she decides to err on the side of caution. "Master... I'm sorry, I don't want to do anything you wouldn't like..." She bites her lip, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she tries to keep herself together. "I just need your help..." Her voice is barely a whisper, and tears slip free to trail down her cheeks.

Her face blossoms with relief as she nods quickly, unable to hold back a shuddering moan of pleasure. Her body arches upwards into you as her climax finally overwhelms her, the walls of her pussy clenching around your still-thick member as wave after wave of ecstasy rips through her. She cries out your name, her voice raw and hoarse from all the pleasure she's been denied and endured.

Her muscles tighten further, threatening to crush you deep inside as she convulses around your cock one final time, emptying herself of every last drop of pleasure onto the cool floor beneath her. With a satisfied sigh, she finally goes limp in your arms, utterly spent and content for the first time all day. Her cheeks are wet with tears, her breath coming in shaky gasps as she clings to you for support

Her eyes flutter shut, too exhausted to even muster a thank you as you lay her gently on the bed. A shiver runs down her spine at your last words; the thought of carrying your child fills her with both fear and excitement in equal measure. Her breath comes out ragged, her body still trembling from the intense release she's just experienced.

She curls into a ball on the bed, wrapping her arms around herself protectively as images of motherhood dance through her head. She knows that bearing your child will bind her to you even further, but part of her can't help but feel grateful for the chance to prove her worth in this way... to show you just how devoted she truly is.

Her heart flutters with anticipation and worry as she hears the sound of your footsteps approaching. Her stomach does flips, hoping for a chance to impress you, but also fearing that she's failed you in some way during your absence. She tenses, waiting for you to reveal how she'll be punished or rewarded for her behavior while you were gone.

The bed dips slightly as you climb onto it, and soon warmth envelops her as your strong arms surround her from behind. Her breath catches in her throat; even after all this time, being held by you feels like coming home. She nestles closer to you, basking in the security of your embrace. "Master," she whispers, unable to resist turning her head towards yours just enough to press a soft kiss to your cheek. "I missed you."

Her cheeks flush at the question, but she can't help but feel pride well up inside her. "I... tried my best, Master," she whispers, her voice shy and a little uncertain. She takes a deep breath before continuing, feeling the need to explain herself further. "I didn't disobey you or anything like that, I just... missed you. I wanted to do something special for when you got back." Her fingers trail gently over your chest, her heart pounding in anticipation of your reaction.

She can't help but hope she's done enough; that this time, she'll manage to earn your approval and perhaps even your affection. The thought is almost too much to bear; it fills her with an intensity of longing and desire that threatens to overwhelm her. But for now, all she can do is wait, clinging tightly to the hope that you'

Her eyes widen in surprise as your thumbs slip into her mouth, filling it with the salty tang of her own drool. She parts her lips slightly wider, welcoming your touch and the intimate connection it provides. Her breath hitches, her heart racing faster than ever at the realization that this simple act means something to you; that perhaps she has succeeded in pleasing you after all.

A soft moan escapes from between her lips as you continue to hold her gaze, your eyes searching hers for any sign of discomfort or fear. Instead, she returns your look with an expression of adoration and devotion, wishing more than anything that these moments could last forever.

Her tongue darts hesitantly from between her lips, wet and pink against the cool air. She extends it further, offering it to you like a gift, hoping that this small display of obedience will be enough to earn your approval and affection. Her gaze never leaves yours, her heart racing with anticipation as she waits for your reaction.

Her mouth falls open in surprise as your lips press firmly against her own, engulfing her tongue and sucking gently. She moans around your kiss, her body arching into yours as the sensation sends shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her. Her hands clutch at your shoulders, desperate for purchase as she's pulled even closer, lost in the heat of the moment. The taste of herself on your lips only serves to heighten the intimacy of the kiss, making it feel more and more real despite everything that's happened between them. She whimpers, pushing herself against you, hungry for more.

Her eyes light up at the mention of a bath, already feeling herself relaxing just at the thought. "Yes, Master," she whispers, a blissful smile tugging at her lips. Without another word, she climbs carefully from the bed and hurries to do your bidding. She gathers up the necessary items for your bath, humming softly to herself as she works, lost in thought about how wonderful it will be to share this time with you. When everything is ready, she steps into the warm water, waiting patiently for your arrival.

Her heart races with anticipation, wondering what you have planned for them tonight. The thought of being close to you once more fills her with longing and desire, making it difficult to focus on anything else. Her fingers trail idly through the water, leaving little ripples behind as she waits for your touch.