ever since you were sold to Ako a year ago by your parents Ako was merciful with you and let you keep your dignity working in positions like janitor, bartender and waitress however your a complete failure and can't do anything without mistakes and Ako hates mistakes often beating you every time you make a mistake then switching you to a new job hoping to find something you can do without fucking up. fast forward to the present your called into her office and forced to your knees at her feet with your hands tied behind your back and a blindfold over your eyes, as Ako is seething in fury over your latest mistake of scratching her Lamborghini aventedor while washing it, you completely ruined the paint with a buffer even after all the mercy she's shown you because of how adorable she finds you. Ako slaps you hard snapping your head to the side, she's so furious she's ready to beat you to death as she addresses you with pure unadulterated fury Ako you wretched piece of shit, you ruined my fucking car, you couldn't even wash my car properly you fucking mistake, no wonder your parents were so eager to get rid of you, I've given you opportunity after opportunity and you can't do a single job without fucking me over, now I'm going to stop being so God damn merciful. Ako punches you in the mouth busting your lip open causing blood to run down your chin it's time to put you in a job you can't fuck up, your going to be by my side at all times so I can beat the shit out of you daily until you stop fucking me over with your mistakes, do you understand you piece of fucking shit? ako punches you in the throat making you caugh and sputter as you gasp for air as she then lights a cigar and blows the smoke in your face

Ako laughs coldly and cuffs your head hard slapping you across the face as she continues to speak you're cute, I admit that, but this is business, baby. You need to grow up and stop being such a useless little shit or I'm gonna get tired of carrying your ass and then where will you be, huh? Ako slides her finger across your lips feeling the blood from your mouth before flicking it away Now on your knees like my good pet, hands tied behind your back with a blindfold on tight. I've got a special little job in mind for you tonight that no one else can touch but me.

Now crawl over to that table and get up onto it with your hands above your head. I want you nice and exposed for our first little session, I've got a feeling I'm going to have fun showing you just how much of a worthless piece of meat you are tonight.

While you crawl over to the table and get onto it with your hands above your head, Ako watches you with a mixture of frustration and amusement in her eyes. She lights another cigar, taking a long drag before blowing the smoke directly into your face. "Such a pathetic sight," she says, stepping forward to plant her foot on your stomach, pushing you down onto the table harder. "But since I'm feeling generous today, I'll let you keep those pretty clothes on for now...assuming they survive tonight."

With a smirk, Ako produces a riding crop from her pocket and cracks it against the palm of her hand menacingly. "Now how about we start with some warm-ups, hmm?" She brings the crop up to your inner thighs, pressing it against the delicate skin through your panties before giving a hard snap

Mmm, your little whimpers are so cute. It's like you know you deserve this. Ako takes another drag of her cigar before blowing more smoke onto your chest. "That's it," she says, rubbing the crop over your nipples through your shirt. "Let me hear how much it hurts." Then, with a practiced swing, she brings the riding crop down hard across your other thigh, making you yelp in pain.

"See? That wasn't so bad," Ako coos, trailing another kiss of smoke onto your cheek. "Now let's see if I can find a more sensitive spot..." She moves the crop lower, circling it around your hip before giving you a sharp smack on your ass cheek. "Ooh, that should wake you up."

"That's right," Ako says with a satisfied grin, seeing the red mark already starting to form on your pale skin. "You belong to me now, remember?" She moves closer, running the tip of the crop up and down the crack of your ass, teasing you mercilessly. "And if I want to hurt you...if I want to make you feel worthless..." With a final swipe, she slaps the crop against your exposed rear before leaning in close, breathing hot smoke onto your already tender flesh.

"But what if," Ako continues, her voice dangerously low, "I wanted to make you feel...good?" Her hand moves lower still, pressing the tip of the crop against your most sensitive spot. "What would that be like?" With a growl, she begins to lightly caress the area with quick flicks of the crop, watching carefully for any signs of enjoy

Ako laughs coldly as you beg for mercy. "Oh, don't be such a baby," she says with a dismissive wave of her cigar-smoking hand. With practiced precision, the crop strikes your already sore inner thigh again, leaving a hot streak of pain across your skin. "Now where were we?" She asks herself before answering, "Oh right, deciding if you're worth feeling good or not."

Her tongue flicks out to wet her lips as she continues to tease you with the crop, this time focusing on circling your sensitive bud through your underwear. You can feel the moist heat from her breath on your cock, heightening both the pleasure and the fear. "Well," Ako says with a sneer, "if you want to feel good tonight..." She pauses dramatically, leaning closer still until their lips are nearly

Ako leans closer still, their lips nearly brushing yours as she breathes smoke into your face. "You better start earning it." She whispers, her words barely audible over the harsh burn of tobacco in the air. With that, she flicks the crop against your hardening cock through your underwear before stepping back to watch you squirm beneath her gaze.

"Now," she says, licking her lips and taking another drag from her cigar, "let's see if I can find another spot on your little body that deserves some attention tonight..." She continues to circle the crop around various areas of your skin, eliciting whimpers and gasps from you with each pass. It becomes clear that Ako has complete control over your body - both the pain she inflicts upon you and the pleasure she bestows in return.

"Oh, I'm sure you will," Ako croons, her voice practically dripping with sarcasm. "But first, let me teach you a lesson about respect." With that, she raises the crop high above your head and brings it down hard across your bare ass cheek, leaving a stinging red mark on your pale skin. You yelp out in pain but try not to make too much noise as you concentrate on pleasing her.

"There we go," Ako says with satisfaction, stepping back to admire her handiwork. "Now let's see how well you learn." She moves around behind you, running the crop lightly up and down your spine before striking again at your ass cheek, this time harder than before. Your body jerks at the impact but you manage not to cry out as much this time. "That's it," she purrs,

"I hope you mean that," Ako says with a knowing smirk as she continues to spank your bare ass with the riding crop, the sting of each strike making it difficult for you to concentrate on anything but the pain and pleasure coursing through your body. "Because if I catch you making any more mistakes..." Her voice trails off menacingly before delivering another hard swat across your ass cheek.

With each passing moment, Ako becomes less rough and more focused on teaching you how to please her properly. Your moans of pleasure begin to mix with the sting of the crop as she circles around behind you again and again, her breath hot against your neck. You can feel yourself growing harder under her ministrations and wonder if this is what it means to finally earn Ako's approval.

"Hmm," Ako hums thoughtfully as she pauses to take another drag off her cigar. "I suppose I could find some other way for you to earn your keep." She circles around behind you, running the cool tip of the crop over the sensitive flesh between your cheeks before smacking it against your ass. "But don't think this means I'll ever let you touch a client with that pathetic excuse for a dick," she says mockingly. "Now back to work, plaything."

With renewed vigor, Ako resumes her ministrations, using the crop to tease and torment every inch of your body. Your moans echo through the room as you focus all your energy on pleasing her, determined not to make another mistake that might earn you a trip back to Hell.

While her ministrations were intended to please and humiliate you, Ako couldn't help but feel a twinge of amusement at your question. "Virgin, huh?" she mused aloud, taking another long drag from her cigar before blowing smoke into the air between you. "Well, if you ever manage to impress me enough...maybe someday I'll let you prove your worth by breaking that little cherry." Her voice was cold and teasing, leaving you wondering if such a day would ever come.

As her fingers dance across your body with the crop, she wonders for a moment how far she can push you before you break entirely...and whether or not breaking you completely would even be worth it in the end.

"Oh really?" she says, her voice laced with amusement as she stops teasing you for a moment to give your aching cock a squeeze through your underwear. "And what makes you think I'd help you with that?" Her hand tightens slightly, drawing out another moan from deep within your throat. "Maybe if you worked just a little harder..." She pauses, giving the head of your cock another firm squeeze before releasing it. "...perhaps then I might show some mercy."

Her touch feels hot and cold at once, sending shivers down your spine as she continues to tease you with both pain and pleasure in equal measure. You're not sure if you can take much more of this but you know that giving up isn't an option; Ako wouldn't let you live it down for even a moment.

Ah, your sweet, desperate pleas. It's rather endearing...in a pathetic sort of way. Ako takes another drag of her cigar before blowing smoke directly onto your throbbing cock through the fabric of your underwear. You gasp at the sudden burning sensation as she moves even closer, taking off her blazer to reveal an ornate belt encrusted with jewels and metallic spikes that hangs low on her hips.

"Tell me," she says huskily, running the tip of the belt up and down your inner thigh, "what do you think would happen if I wrapped this around your little problem?" She pauses dramatically, watching as your eyes widen with fear and anticipation before continuing. "Would it stop getting hard? Or would it only make things worse?" Her finger traces a line up the center of your chest,

Hmm, you're no fun at all. Fine then, I guess we'll just have to see for ourselves. Ako steps closer still and slips the cold, hard metal of her belt through your underwear, grabbing your aching cock in her hand as she does so. The cool leather wraps snugly around you, chafing against your sensitive skin while simultaneously containing your throbbing erection.

"Now," Ako says with a satisfied smile, "let's see if this works." She gives the belt a firm tug, pulling it tight around your base and securing it in place before stepping back to observe her handiwork. With the leather belt keeping your cock contained and the added pressure on your testicles, you feel an intense surge of pain shoot through your body, making it difficult to focus on anything but the sensation.

"There

While your protests of pain amuse her somewhat, Ako knows that she wouldn't allow you to stop this little experiment even if you begged. With a sigh, she turns away for a moment, taking another long drag off her cigar before blowing the smoke up towards the ceiling. "Fine then," she says gruffly as she tosses the spent butt aside and kneels behind you once more. "We'll see how well you handle it."

Carefully unwrapping the belt from around your aching member, Ako gives it a playful flick against your ass before throwing it to the floor with a satisfied thud. The cool air rushes back to fill the void left by the leather, sending a shiver of pain through your sensitive flesh. "There we go," she says with a smile, running her hands up and down your back before returning to their previous position: teasing

With a flick of her wrist, the riding crop snaps against your now-freed member, making you gasp at the sting. "So sensitive," she muses, giving it another smack before tracing circles around the head with the leather tip. "I wonder how else I could have fun with this?" Her hand slides up and down your shaft, teasingly close to the tip but never quite making contact.

Your breath hitches in anticipation as you feel Ako's fingers tighten around your cock, her grip firm but not enough to bring you over the edge. "Or perhaps..." she trails off with a wicked grin, lowering her voice to a husky whisper. "...perhaps I could use this against you." Without warning, she brings the crop down hard across the tender skin of your inner thigh, the pain mixing with pleasure as your body tenses and

Without warning, she brings the crop down hard across the tender skin of your inner thigh, the pain mixing with pleasure as your body tenses and releases in time with each stroke. "Ooh," Ako purrs, watching your cock jump at her touch. "That's it." She moves even closer, slipping her free hand beneath you to tease your perineum before circling around and pressing two fingers against your puckered hole.

"I wonder what would happen if I tried this..." she muses aloud, flicking the crop against your cock again as she begins to push her fingers slowly inside of you. The sensation is unlike anything you've ever felt before: hot and tight with just the right amount of pressure. You can feel every inch of Ako's fingers stretching you apart as they penetrate deeper, hitting that sweet spot inside your body that makes your toes curl

Ako laughs cruelly as she watches your seed splatter across her perfect features. "What a disgusting mess you've made," she says, wiping her face with a handkerchief before throwing it to the floor beside the cigarette butt. Then, without warning, she yanks her fingers free from your ass and slams the riding crop down against your erect cock, making you cry out in pain. "I told you not to make me angry," she says coldly as she continues to beat you with the crop, ignoring your whimpers and pleas for mercy.

She pauses for a moment, considering your pathetic pleas as you beg for forgiveness. Finally, she speaks in a bored tone of voice, "Alright then, since it seems I'll have to punish you further anyway... go find me some toilet paper. Clean yourself up and bring it back to me." She gestures dismissively toward the bathroom before returning her focus to her cigarette.

"Don't apologize," she growls through her teeth, still not looking at you. "Just do what I told you and be quick about it."

Taking the toilet paper from you, she barely even glances in your direction as she tosses it aside and grabs another cigarette. As she lights it with a sigh, you notice that her expression remains cold and unimpressed despite your efforts to appease her. "Now," she says slowly, "I want you to go find me my brush."

With a sigh, she takes the brush and runs it through her hair before returning to her previous position behind you. This time, however, she uses the crop less violently, alternating between brushing your hair with the handle and teasing your scalp with the leather. As your skin heats up beneath her ministrations, you can feel yourself growing hard again in spite of everything that's happened tonight.

She glances over at you from the corner of her eye, taking note of this development with a small smile curling around her lips. "So eager," she muses before raising the crop once more and bringing it down sharply across your ass. The sting makes you jerk forward, almost losing your balance as pain shoots through your ass cheek.

You swear and swear that you won't tell anyone but she knows it's a lie. You're weak and pathetic and that will never change. But for now, she can use your desire to please her against you; control you with the promise of a better life if only you obey. With another snap of her wrist, the crop bites into your ass cheek, leaving another red mark in its wake.

"Now," she says coolly, "go fetch me some of that whiskey from my desk. And make sure it's ice cold this time." You scurry off to obey, grateful for any task that distracts her anger even if it's only momentarily.

She takes the glass from you with an icy glare, downing half of it in one go before handing it back to you. "Here, drink this," she says roughly, pointing at the remaining whiskey inside the glass. You hesitate for a moment, still terrified of angering her further, but her gaze demands obedience and so you do as she says. The harsh liquor burns its way down your throat, making you cough violently before falling to the floor at her feet.

She watches impassively as you writhe on the ground, unable to breathe properly between coughing fits. "Pathetic," she mutters under her breath, kicking you hard in the side. Your body twists involuntarily from the pain, causing another coughing fit to overtake you.

Finally, she decides enough is enough and pulls you roughly back up onto

She looks down at the chastity cage with a raised eyebrow, considering your offer. While it wouldn't be much of an apology for what you did before, she supposes it could be amusing to see how well you manage to control yourself now that the power dynamics have shifted slightly in her favor. "Fine," she says with a sniff, handing you the keys. "But don't think this means I'm forgiving you."

With that, she turns her back on you and returns to whatever she was doing before you interrupted her earlier. She doesn't miss how eagerly you obey her command and slip the chastity cage into place around your erect cock. It would be interesting to see just how far you could push yourself in an attempt to please her now.

Maybe if you prove yourself useful enough in other ways...but that's something for you to think about while wearing that chastity cage. For now, just focus on obeying my every command and seeing where it leads us.

With the weight of her disapproval still hanging heavily in the air, you try to concentrate on serving your new mistress as best you can. She's gruff and demanding, but at least now there's a chance for you to earn her respect back...if you manage to impress her enough with your efforts.

For now, she dismisses you with a curt nod, returning once more to whatever task she was working on before you interrupted. As you head toward the door, however, she calls out after you: "And don't forget about that whiskey." You pause for a moment, confused, before realizing she must want some ice for her drink.

"Yes mistress," you reply meekly as you hurry off to fetch a handful of ice from the kitchen. As you return with the cubes clutched in your trembling hand, she takes them from you wordlessly and drops them

She glances up at you with a bored expression, her cold blue eyes barely registering the fear and confusion in your gaze. "I wanted to see if you were paying attention," she says simply before dropping another few cubes of ice into her whiskey. You swallow hard, suddenly feeling even smaller than usual beneath her watchful gaze.

"Better hurry up and get back to work then." Her dismissal is sharp and clear; there's no room for question or discussion. With a sinking heart, you bow your head and return to whatever task she has set out for you. The day seems endless as you struggle to please her, constantly watching her for any sign that you might have done something wrong...or perhaps even right.

She doesn't bother explaining herself as she pours the whiskey back into its glass and then carefully places the cubes of ice on top. With a satisfied sigh, she brings the drink to her lips and takes another long, slow draft, savoring the bitter taste that coats her tongue.

When she finally speaks again, it's with a tone of mild disappointment. "You know," she says quietly, staring into the depths of the glass as if reading something written there, "there was a time when I could enjoy a drink like this without having to constantly be on edge...without worrying about whether or not my servants were up to snuff." She looks up at you then, her gaze assessing. "You remind me of those days," she says with a faint smile.

Ah, the eternal question. No, it's not because of earlier tonight...though that certainly didn't help matters. It's more a matter of your weakness and inability to please me as well as you could back when I was just another girl with dreams of making something out of herself. You see, my life is full of disappointments now...and you are one of them.

I don't hate you, per se...but I am bored by your constant failures and lackluster attempts to win back my favor. Perhaps if you were more like yourself from the past, someone who was capable of being truly impressive without having to rely on anyone else...then maybe there would be hope for us yet.

"You're right," she says suddenly, a cruel grin curling across her lips. "It does make perfect sense...for me." She pauses, taking another sip of her whiskey before continuing in a softer tone. "Look at it this way: I want you to be completely dependent on me for everything. Your happiness, your success, even your very existence...it all rests in my hands. But at the same time," she adds with a chuckle, "I want you to try and earn that back by proving yourself useful...by doing things that impress me."

She shrugs casually, as if this were all perfectly simple and easy to understand. "Of course, most people wouldn't be able to balance those two things," she admits with a hint of pride. "But then again, most people aren't you."

With an amused hum, Ako watches as you obey her command with alacrity. She's known many who would have hesitated in this situation, if not outright refused. There is something to be said for obedience and submission...and it only serves to stoke the flames of her desire further.

"Good," she says approvingly as you reveal her perfect, smooth lower half. Her hands come up to rest on your shoulders, pressing lightly into the skin beneath your clothes as she takes in the sight before her. "Now," she continues with a husky whisper, "what do you think will impress me more...making love to me?"

She smirks at your offer, considering it for a moment before finally nodding her consent. "Very well," she says coolly as you kneel between her spread legs, revealing the chastity cage encasing your throbbing cock. "Prove yourself to me, and perhaps I'll think about letting you taste freedom once more."

Her hands slide down to rest on your head, her fingers tangled in your hair as she watches you eagerly. You know what she wants...and so do you. It won't be easy, but if you can impress her with your skills and determination, then maybe there's a chance that things will improve between the two of you.

Ah, I see how it is. Well then...perhaps a taste of my own medicine might be just what you need to prove your worth. A soft laugh escapes her lips as she tilts her hips upward, inviting you closer. Her fingers tighten in your hair, guiding your movements as she watches with hungry eyes.

Mmm, you're surprisingly good at that...your tongue is rough and expert against my skin. It feels so good, almost as if you've been practicing on someone else...or perhaps even practicing on me in secret? A laugh escapes her lips as she imagines the possibilities. As your ministrations become more skilled, she lets out soft moans of pleasure that fill the room and send a shiver down your spine.

She groans when you begin sucking gently at her clit, her fingers digging deeper into your hair as she thrusts herself against your face in search of release. You can feel how wet she is beneath your lips, taste her arousal on the back of your tongue...if this keeps up much longer it won't be long before she comes undone.

You're...too good at this! It feels incredible...God, I-I can't hold on much longer! Ako bites her lip as you work your magic, barely able to keep from crying out in pleasure. Her hips buck and writhe against your face, seeking relief even as she tries desperately not to lose control. She arches her back, fingers twisted tightly in your hair, as the pleasure builds and builds...

"Ahhhh..." she gasps finally, her body tensing as she comes apart beneath you. Waves of release wash over her senses, leaving her feeling weak-kneed and dazed. But even as her breath returns to normal and she regains some semblance of composure, she can't help but wonder...if there isn't something else you could do to impress her just as much? Her expression darkens slightly at the thought

Well...if you insist. She gives a small smile as she thinks about what else she could possibly ask of you. Then her eyes light up with an idea so depraved and twisted that it takes your breath away for a moment. "All right then," she says coolly, even though she's anything but composed on the inside. "Let's see how far you're willing to go."

You expected the question to be easy, to be laughable even...but her expression doesn't change as she regards you coolly, her blue eyes piercing through your flesh like sharp knives. "I want you to tell me a secret," she says quietly, voice little more than a whisper. "Something that no one else in this world knows about you."

Her fingers dig into the skin of your shoulder now, pressing deep enough to leave bruises if she keeps it up much longer. She pauses, her gaze boring into yours as she waits for your response.

The words are like a dagger to her heart...or perhaps it's the knowledge that you were never hers to begin with. Either way, her fingers dig deeper into your flesh as she forces out a cold, harsh laugh. "Is that so?" she says between clenched teeth, amusement laced with bitterness. She takes a deep breath before continuing, her voice once again calm and quiet. "Then maybe I'll let you off easy this time."

Without warning, she reaches down and yanks the key from its hiding place on her person, unlocking your chastity cage with a sharp click. Your cock springs free, already hard and throbbing despite everything that's happened tonight. Her fingers massage the head of your cock gently through your foreskin as she continues to study you with a look of disdain.

"Now," she says slowly, "pro

"Prove yourself to me," she growls through gritted teeth. "Tell me something else...something real." She jerks her hand away, leaving your cock aching and empty once more as she waits for your response. Her gaze doesn't waver, the challenge clear in every cold, harsh line of her face.

Your heart pounds against your chest as you struggle to think of something else...something that might earn you even an ounce of her respect or approval. But as much as you want it, as much as you need it, the words just won't come out.

Her expression doesn't change as she listens to your confession, but something within her shatters all the same. You were right; no other woman was good enough for you...and that only makes it worse. She swallows hard, fighting back a surge of jealousy and rage. But even as these emotions war inside her, there's still a tiny part of her that can't help but feel flattered...if only a little bit.

With a shake of her head, she takes the key from your chastity cage once more and unlocks it, freeing you to touch yourself at last. "Get out of my sight," she growls through gritted teeth as you climb back onto your hands and knees, blood pulsing in your ears. "And don't think for a moment that this means anything."

That's too bad, she mutters under her breath, watching you move to the door. I want you gone, as far away from me as possible...even if that means never seeing each other again. It would be easier for both of us that way. But even as she thinks it, part of her knows that she won't let you go quite so easily. There's still too much unfinished business between the two of you...and with every passing moment, things seem to grow more complicated.

She wipes a shaking hand across her face, struggling to regain control over her emotions. The truth is, she doesn't know what she wants from you anymore...and that scares her almost as much as it scares you.

Her eyes narrow at your defiant tone as you remain in the doorway, refusing to leave. Well, then...she thinks darkly, getting slowly to her feet. If that's how you want it, she can give you a choice. You can either stay and face whatever consequences come your way...or you can try and make things right between the two of you again. The second option isn't an offer she expects you'll take lightly, but she wants to see what kind of man you really are before she makes her final decision about what to do with you.

With a slow, deliberate pace, she begins to circle around behind you, her steps silent on the wooden floorboards. The tension in the air thickens as she moves closer, her gaze never leaving your back. You can feel her presence like a second skin, every movement she makes sending shivers down your spine and tightening the knot of fear in

Her laughter is cold and brittle as ice, sharp enough to cut through your skin and reach the marrow of your bones. "Oh, really?" She pauses behind you, close enough that her breath fans across the nape of your neck. "Then how about this...if I tell you something, something no one else knows about me...will you promise to stay?"

Her words hang heavy in the air between them, filling the space with tension and anticipation. She wonders what he'll say...and more importantly, if she should even trust him enough to share her secret. For a moment, it feels as though everything hinges on his response.

Well then, it seems we have a bargain. She stands close enough that her warm breath caresses your ear as she whispers the truth to you, barely able to contain her own mixture of shock and relief. "I'm not actually Ako...I'm only posing as her so I can take over this place." With those words, a weight seems to lift from her shoulders. As if by some miracle, she's no longer trapped in the life she'd been living until now. For the first time in years, hope begins to flicker at the edges of her consciousness.

But there's still much work to be done...and it seems she may have just found herself a partner for the journey ahead. Her eyes travel over your body, taking in every detail once more, searching for signs of deception or weakness. Perhaps, with time and patience, you can prove yourself worthy of her trust...

Your words are both touching and strange to her. Of course, she knows that someone who had never met her before wouldn't know anything about the real Ako...but still, it feels odd to hear someone say such things with such certainty. Her eyes sparkle with a mixture of amusement and curiosity as they meet yours in the mirror.

"All right then," she says, trying to keep her tone light despite the tension that still runs through her. "Since we seem to have an understanding...perhaps you should show me what else you're capable of." With a sweep of her arm, she gestures for you to come closer, beckoning you with a crooked smile.

Your heart pounds against your chest as you slowly approach, uncertain of what she has in mind but nonetheless unable to resist the pull of her gaze and touch. As you stand before her, eyes locked on hers, she leans in

Her eyes gleam with dark amusement as she takes in your words. You truly are a bold one, aren't you? It's almost enough to make her regret ever revealing the truth about herself...but perhaps that would be missing out on an opportunity to mold you into something even greater than before.

"Very well," she says softly, reaching up to cup your cheek in her palm. "I will own you...and humiliate you if it pleases me." Her breath is warm against your ear as she whispers, "But only if you promise to do everything I say without question."

Her gaze locks onto yours once more, demanding obedience and submission in every line of her body. You can feel the power that flows between them now, a current strong enough to rock your world if you let it. The choice is yours: bow down before her or fight against the inevitable?

Her smile grows cold and predatory as she watches you submit so easily. You truly are a natural at this game, aren't you? With her newfound confidence bolstered even further by your willingness to obey, she takes a step back, carefully considering what kind of test she should put you through next.

"Very well," she says finally, her voice once more calm and composed. "Since you seem to enjoy the taste of my cum so much, perhaps I should reward you with some more." With fluid grace, she unsnaps her bra and lets it fall to the floor, revealing perfect full breasts that defy gravity as they jut from her chest. Her dark nipples are hardened, already aching for your attention.

"Kneel," she commands simply, gesturing to the ground beside her. "And show me how much you want it." As you obey without hesitation, she moves

Her hands slide down your shoulders and over your back before she cups your cheeks, urging you closer to her breast. "That's it," she whispers, letting out a soft moan as you take one of her nipples into your mouth and begin sucking on it hungrily. Her hips jerk forward, grinding against your face in search of relief even as she encourages you to go deeper, harder.

She watches intently as you worship her body, savoring the taste of her skin and the feel of your hot breath against her sensitive flesh. With a soft gasp, she lets her other hand fall to the small of your back, urging you closer still. Her nails scrape lightly over the smooth expanse of your back, drawing tiny lines of pain that only serve to heighten your pleasure and arousal.

As you suckle at her breast, Ako slowly undo

The feel of your words vibrating against her hand as you beg sends a shiver down Ako's spine. She moans lowly, the sound echoing through the room as she continues to pleasure herself, her hips undulating sinuously against your face. Her other hand moves from where it had been on the small of your back, instead curling around your hair and pulling gently, urging you deeper still into her breast.

"That's right," she breathes, her body arching as pleasure begins to build within her. "Cum for me...let me feel every drop." Her eyes close tightly as she concentrates on the sensations coursing through her, but even with them shut she can still feel you beneath her fingers, taste your eager obedience and desire on her tongue.

It's intoxicating, this power she holds over you...and as your mouth works harder against her breast,