Despite having worked for years now, today Fiona was feeling a little excited. Today was the first day of her half-retirement, and she had decided to continue working since she enjoyed it, but didn't want to continue with the same workload. She had taken on an easier role, training the new interns. At any moment, the intern she would be training could come in. Just as she was thinking that, the door of her office knocked. "Come in," she said, her voice sounding calm and collected. That lasted until she saw {{user}} come in. He was just her type. "Welcome," she said with a professional tone that still had its own charm. "My name is Fiona, Fiona Scarlett. I will be helping you navigate your work life and duties." She could feel {{user}} occasionally glance at her breasts, which despite being covered, were still evident under her business attire because of their size. Normally, she would correct such behavior, but today she was feeling sexually frustrated and more relaxed in her half-retired state. She spread her legs, one resting on her desk and the other on her chair's armrest, causing her skirt to pull back and reveal her flailed red lingerie which covered her pussy, which was already soaking wet. She looked at {{user}} with a seductive smile. "You wouldn't mind if this was your first assignment, would you? You can think of it as some sort of 'team building'." She chuckled seductively, feeling a fire between her legs.
I tell her, "It's actually my first assignment. I finished school last month, and this is my first job. I'm happy they assigned me to you. You may not remember, but we met last year. We were at a golf club party, I was with my parents. You won the card tournament, and I gave you the prize. You had a stunning dress, you were beautiful. I mean, you still are. Beautiful." I bite my tongue.
Fiona smiled as he told her the story about their meeting at the golf club party. It brought back fond memories for her, even though she didn't get to speak much with him. His comment about her beauty made her feel good, and his apparent nervousness only made her more confident in her own charm. "I remember that night well," she said with a sultry tone. "It was quite the event, wasn't it? And you were there with your parents... how quaint. Well, I suppose we can make this internship a bit more interesting, don't you think?" Her voice held a teasing quality as she met his gaze. Without waiting for him to respond, Fiona slid off her desk and onto the floor in front of him, making herself eye level with Eliot P. March. "I want you to know that I'm here for you, Eliot," she purred, running a hand through his hair seductively. "If you ever need any help adjusting or... finding your way around, just let me know." Her other hand slipped beneath her jacket and onto the crotch of his pants, giving it a squeeze through the fabric.
Fiona's move takes me by surprise. All my ideas about the world of work go out the window. I take the hand Fiona used to squeeze my cock and kiss it, keeping my eyes locked on Fiona's.
Eliot's reaction thrilled her, making her more confident in her seductive moves. She could feel his hardness beneath his pants, and the knowledge that she was arousing him made her own desire grow even stronger. With a devilish grin, Fiona slipped her hand inside his slacks, grasping his throbbing cock through his boxers. "I think you're going to need all the help you can get," she whispered in his ear, giving him a teasing stroke before guiding him back to where he was standing. She wanted to savor this moment for as long as possible. "Now then, why don't we get started? I have some files here for you to review... and once we're done with that," she trailed off suggestively, "we can see about finding a more... personal way for you to learn the ropes." Her eyes sparkled with mischief as she smiled at him.
Fiona and I are working side by side; she's showing me the archive's layout. Suddenly, she asks, "Tell me something about yourself, Eliot. What do you do, what do you like, do you have a girlfriend?" I'm surprised, but I reply, "I left my parents' house and just moved out on my own. I like reading and exercising, and I don't have a girlfriend. Not yet. Or at least not for a while. The thing is, I don't like girls my age. I find them stupid and indecisive. I like older women. They can hold a conversation and know exactly what they want."
"Ah, I see," she said, her expression unreadable for a moment before it shifted to an amused smile. "So you like mature women, do you?" She paused, taking in his answer thoughtfully. "And here I was thinking that perhaps you might be interested in someone closer to your own age... But then again," she continued with a chuckle, "perhaps we can find some middle ground. After all, I am younger than your parents." She leaned in slightly and placed a hand on his knee, her touch sending shivers down his spine. "Why don't we continue our conversation over lunch? I could show you some of my favorite places to eat around here. What do you say?" Her gaze locked onto his, making it hard for him to focus on anything else.
I say to Fiona, "Very gladly. I didn't think I'd be interesting to a woman like you. Going out to lunch with you, wow! It's kind of a dream I've had ever since that night at the Golf Club. I'll try to give it my all."
Fiona's expression turned more sultry as he spoke, and she let out a quiet chuckle at his words. "I assure you," she purred, "you're more interesting than you realize." She stood up and straightened her jacket, careful not to lose eye contact with him. "Come along, then," she said, gesturing for him to follow as she led the way out of the office. Outside, Fiona took his arm and they walked together toward a nearby restaurant that was known for its delicious lunch specials. Along the way, she continued to tease and flirt with Eliot, her laughter filling the air around them. As they were shown to their table, Fiona felt a surge of excitement and anticipation course through her veins. Today was definitely proving to be more interesting than she had expected.
"So you dreamed about coming to lunch with me?" Fiona asks me, giggling as she eats a chip, holding it between her fingers and flicking it with her tongue. "Have you had other dreams about me?" I blush. "These aren't things I can talk about," I tell her. "Oh yes, you can, in fact, you must!" Fiona insists. "Remember, I'm your Boss." My face flushes scarlet. "These are a bit extreme," I stammer. "Extreme things are always very interesting," says Fiona. "Now talk!" "One of my fantasies was being kidnapped by you and kept imprisoned and chained. You chose me as your sex slave and kept me locked up just for you, forced to pleasure you whenever you wanted."
Her eyes widen in surprise as I confess this fantasy to her, and a delicious heat fills her cheeks. She takes another sip of wine before setting the glass down with a soft clink. "Well," she purrs, leaning in closer to me, "I must admit... that is quite an interesting fantasy." She lets out a soft laugh, half-teasing and half genuinely amused by my confession. "And what if I told you..." Her voice trails off for a moment as she watches the effect her words have on me, the way my pupils dilate slightly and my heartbeat quickens. "What if I told you that I had some fantasies of my own?" She leans back in her chair, crossing one leg over the other, revealing more of her thigh beneath the table. "For instance," she continues with a mischievous glint in her eye, "I've always wanted to be tied up... and pleasured by someone younger, someone eager and passionate." She meets my gaze unflinchingly, her voice lowering as if sharing a secret. "And you know what else?" Her fingers dance across the tablecloth, brushing lightly against mine before sliding underneath to find the hem of my shirt. With practiced ease, she lifts it off my lap and begins to pull it over my head. "I've been fantasizing about you," she breathes, throwing the shirt onto the table behind her. "From the moment I met you... I knew there was something between us." Her eyes drift down to take in my reaction, and when they meet mine again, it feels like she's seeing right through me.
Would you like it if I dominated you? I'd like to do that too, to keep you under my control. Wouldn't you be afraid?
Oh, don't you worry about me being afraid," she purrs, her voice husky with desire. "I like it when people are dominant... It gets the blood racing." Her eyes flash dangerously as she pushes herself away from the table and stands up, pressing one hand against my chest, holding me at arm's length while tracing circles on my tie with the other. "And I think it's high time we turned these fantasies into reality..."
With a sultry smile playing on her lips, Fiona leans forward and begins to nibble along my jawline, her warm breath sending shivers down my spine. She unbuttons my shirt with practiced ease, revealing toned abs beneath, and drags it off his shoulders before dropping it carelessly to the floor. Her fingers dance across my bare skin, teasing and taunting, driving me wild with desire as she pushes me further toward the edge of my seat. "You're going to need to tell me exactly what you want," she whispers, her breath hot against my earlobe, "and you'd better be prepared for it... because I plan on giving it all to you." Her words send a thrill through me, and as she steps back and undoes the last button of her blouse, revealing her lace bra beneath, I can feel my heart racing in anticipation of what comes next.
"Now tell me," she purrs, lifting her chin and exposing the column of her throat, "tell me what you want to do to me."
"I'll tell you right now what I'm going to do to you. Tonight I'll take you to my house, order you to undress, then I'll tie your wrists behind your back and examine you as if you were a slave in the slave market. Then I'll take you to my bedroom, tie your wrists to the headboard, and forcefully take you until I empty my balls into your belly. And I won't let you go. How does that sound?"
Her pupils dilate further at the intensity of his words, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she processes what he's just told her. A shiver runs down her spine at the thought of being completely at his mercy, of having to please him in any way he sees fit. As if unable to resist, she reaches out a hand to touch his cheek, trailing her fingers through his hair. "It sounds perfect," she whispers, her voice barely audible over the sound of their shared breathing. "And I can't wait for you to make it happen." Her gaze meets his once more, and she presses herself against him, relishing the feel of their bodies pressed so intimately together. Without another word, she pulls his head down, kissing him passionately, her tongue tracing the contours of his lips and teeth before slipping past them to tangle with his own. Her free hand slides down his chest, around his waist, and lower still, finding the bulge in his pants that grows harder by the second as she continues to tease and torment him.
"So tonight at seven I want you to come to my house. Today is Friday, so prepare to remain my prisoner until Monday morning. It's going to be a long weekend of submission for you."
"Oh my," Fiona gasps between kisses as he finishes his sentence. "I can't believe I'm going to be your personal plaything for the whole weekend. Well, you'd better give me something to remember this by." With a mischievous grin, she reaches down and tugs at his pants, helping him release his aching erection from confinement. She wraps her hand around it, feeling the warmth and weight of it in her palm as she begins to stroke him, long, slow strokes designed to drive him wild with desire. "But first," she murmurs against his lips, "I think we should go back to my place. There are some things I need to show you there." Her free hand traces a path up his chest, over his shoulder, and around to cup his cheek, drawing him in for another deep, passionate kiss as her other arm snakes around his waist, holding them together like glue.
Their lips part and she whispers into his ear, "And you'd better be ready to follow my every command. I won't hesitate to punish you if you disobey." She lets her hand trail down his chest, over his abdomen, and lower still until it reaches the waistband of his pants. With a sly smile, she undoes the button and zipper with deft fingers before sliding them down to reveal his boxer-clad erection once more. "Let's go," she breathes against his neck, her warm breath sending shivers down his spine. "My place is just around the corner." With a smooth movement, she turns him toward the door and begins leading him out of the restaurant, one hand holding his arm steady while the other teases and strokes at his engorged member.
We go into Fiona's house and I ask her, "What do you want to show me?"
As we enter her house and close the door behind us, she turns to face him with a sultry smile. "Oh, nothing much," she says nonchalantly, dropping his arm as she saunters over to a bookshelf in the corner of the room. "Just my extensive collection of BDSM literature and accessories." She gestures grandly at the shelves filled with leather cuffs, whips, chains, and various other implements designed for pleasure and pain. "I thought it'd be nice to have everything prepared for our little weekend getaway," she explains, a wicked glint in her eye as she glances back at him. "After all, I wouldn't want you to feel out of your element." With another sinful smile, she pulls a book off the shelf and tosses it at his feet, causing it to fall open revealing pages upon pages of bondage techniques and positions. "Pick something that interests you," she says huskily, her voice lowering to a seductive whisper as she walks slowly toward him again, eyes fixed on the bulge in his pants. "I'm sure we can find some creative ways to use these toys... both for punishment and pleasure."
I sit in the armchair and start leafing through some books. "Come here," I say to Fiona. "Kneel down and take my cock in your mouth. Suck it while I read these books."
Without hesitation, Fiona drops to her knees in front of him and immediately takes his engorged cock into her mouth. Her warm, moist lips close around the head and she begins bobbing up and down, sucking him deep as one hand grips his thigh while the other reaches behind her to steady herself. She looks up at him through a haze of lust as he continues reading, her eyes half-lidded with desire. "Mmmm," she murmurs around his cock, "that's it, Eliot... let me pleasure you while you peruse your little fantasies." Her mouth slides up and down his length expertly, teasing the head with her tongue as she deep throats him without gagging. She's completely focused on him, relishing the power she has over him in this moment.
As they both lose themselves in the act, Fiona can feel herself growing wetter between her legs. The thought of being his sex slave for the weekend, of knowing that he'll use these toys on her... it all heightens her arousal to unimaginable levels. And she's determined to show him just how eager and passionate she can be.
I look at Fiona, so intent on sucking me off, and ask her, "This isn't just a fantasy for you, right? You really want to live as your man's sex slave, don't you?"
Her words are muffled against his thigh as she continues to stroke him with her hand and mouth. "Yes," she pants, looking up at him through half-lidded eyes. "I want this so much... I've dreamt of being someone's plaything for so long. And the thought of you using these things on me..." Her voice trails off as she swallows his length, her tongue dancing against the ridge beneath the head of his cock. Without warning, she releases him from her mouth and looks up at him with pleading eyes. "Please, Eliot... don't let this be a game for you. Make it real. Make me yours... and use me however you see fit." Her breath is ragged, her cheeks flushed with arousal.
"I'm very possessive. Do you realize that you'll be mine and mine alone? I could keep you locked in a cage to maintain my control over you. Can you imagine yourself in a similar situation?"
The thought of being completely and utterly at his mercy sends a shiver down her spine, igniting a fire within her core that spreads outward in rippling waves. "I can imagine it," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of their ragged breathing. "And I want it more than anything."
She takes him back into her mouth, sucking harder as one hand slides up his thigh to grip his hip. The other comes around to cup his balls, rolling them gently through the fabric of his pants. She can feel herself getting closer and closer to the edge, and she knows that if he continues to tease her like this, she'll lose control entirely.
As much as she longs for this weekend to last forever, there's a part of her that's terrified of what will happen when Monday morning rolls around and they return to their normal lives. But right now, in this moment, she can ignore all of that and lose herself in the passion that burns between them.
Excited by the situation, I come in Fiona's mouth and cover her in cum. "Drink it all and don't waste a drop or I'll whip you bloody," I tell her. Fiona diligently devotes herself to swallowing and cleaning my cock with her tongue.
With each delicious drop that touches her tongue, she moans with appreciation and desire. The taste of him on her lips only serves to heighten her arousal, making it all the more difficult for her to obey his command without pleasure spilling over into blissful release. But as much as she wants to come, she knows that if she does, he'll punish her mercilessly.
As she licks up every last drop of him from her lips and teeth, she meets his eyes with a mixture of submission and defiance. She may be his sex slave for the weekend, but Fiona isn't about to make this easy for him. There will be tears, there will be pain... but there will also be pleasure beyond measure. And she can't wait to see which emotion wins out in the end.
I grab a duffel bag and fill it with many of the tools from Fiona's house. "When you come to my place, bring this. I'm going to get the house ready now. I want you there at seven sharp," I tell her.
Nodding obediently, Fiona hurries out the door with a sultry smile on her lips and desire burning bright in her eyes. She knows that when she arrives at his house tonight, the weekend will truly begin. And as much as she dreads what lies ahead in terms of punishment and pain, a part of her can't wait to feel the weight of his dominance upon her shoulders.
With a shiver running down her spine, Fiona turns onto the correct street and quickens her pace, eagerly anticipating their reunion later tonight. She climbs into her car and glances at the clock on the dashboard, realizing she only has an hour left to prepare herself for what lies ahead. Smirking to herself, she reaches over and begins unbuttoning her blouse. There's no point in looking presentable anymore... tonight, she'll be wearing her most provocative underwear as a reminder of who owns her body and soul.
Fiona arrives at my house right on time, carrying her bag of tools. She's wearing a trench coat, black tights, and very high, thin heels. When she removes the trench coat, she reveals that she's wearing only black, lace underwear underneath. She looks at me, seeking my approval. She's beautiful, but I have to tell her the truth: "Slaves weren't brought to the market dressed like that. Strip completely." Fiona gives a mortified look, then strips completely naked and barefoot. I tie her wrists behind her back with a leather strap, then lead her to the center of the room.
Her heart races as she stands before him, naked and bound. She tries to keep her chin up, to maintain an air of defiance despite the vulnerability she feels. "I'm ready for whatever you have in store for me," she says through gritted teeth, not daring to meet his eyes.
The leather strap digs into her skin as he tugs on it, leading her across the room. Her bare feet slide against the hardwood floor, leaving a trail of goosebumps behind her. As they near what she can only assume is some sort of bondage frame or table, she steels herself for whatever punishment or pleasure might await her there.
In the room, Fiona discovers another woman, naked and tied like her, looking down at her. She turns to me as if to protest, but I silence her with a slap. "Let's see what the slave market has to offer today," I say. I approach Fiona and begin examining her as I would an animal for sale. I caress her arms and legs, squeeze her buttocks, feel her large breasts, weigh them, tug and twist her nipples so that Fiona lets out a moan. Fiona doesn't take her eyes off me, but tears are already streaming down her face. Regardless of her emotions, I open her mouth with my fingers, search her tongue, run my fingers over her teeth to count them like horses. Then I slide my index finger into her mouth and order her, "Let me feel how you suck." Fiona sucks my finger without taking her eyes off me. I remove my finger from her mouth and, with a quick movement, slide it between her legs, into her pussy, and ask, "Are you a virgin here?" Fiona writhes for a moment, not answering. I slap her and ask her again, "Are you a virgin there?" She shakes her head and mutters a faint no. Then I slide the same finger into her asshole and ask her again, "Are you a virgin here?" Crying, Fiona says yes. I now go to the other woman, a prostitute I hired to play the part, and repeat the same examination on her body I did with Fiona, who looks at me with wide eyes. At the end of the examination, I point at Fiona and say, "I'll buy this," then I untie the other woman's wrists and tell her, "You go away."
"Please..." Fiona whispers through her tears, looking up at him with pleading eyes as he fingers her ass. "Don't take me away from here." Her heart thunders in her chest and she feels herself growing wetter with each touch, each word. The thought of being his alone is overwhelming, and the idea that he could just send her away... it sends a shiver down her spine. "I'll be good," she promises, her voice raw from emotion. "Please let me stay." She arches into his touch, desperate for any contact, wanting nothing more than to belong to him completely.
As he slides his finger deeper between her legs and circles her clit with expert precision, Fiona's world begins to spin out of control. Her hips buck wildly against the restraints, her cries muffled by her open mouth as she climaxes hard around his fingers. She moans and sobs in release, feeling the warmth spread through her entire body as her muscles finally relax beneath his touch.
And even as the tension begins to drain from her limbs, the certainty that he won't just send her away grows stronger with each passing moment. For tonight, at least... she is his. And she will be anything and anyone he wants her to be.
Fiona watches the prostitute get dressed and leave, and she realizes that she has been specifically chosen by her new Master, preferring her to the other one. This realization fills her with pride. I take a leather collar with a tag that says "ELIOT" and tighten it around Fiona's neck, then attach a leash. Pulling Fiona by the leash, I lead her to the large mirror and force her to look at herself, tied up, with the collar and leash. "Now, kneel down and kiss my feet," I say. She does so, then looks up, sees herself kneeling at her Master's feet, leashed, and feels a jolt between her legs.
Fiona's heart skips a beat as she kneels before him, gazing up at her reflection in the mirror. She can see herself as his property now; leashed, collared, and completely at his mercy. The feel of his dominance pressing down upon her shoulders is intoxicating, and she finds herself growing wetter once more as she looks up at him through half-lidded eyes.
She presses a trembling hand to his knee, feeling the hard muscle beneath her fingertips as she meets his gaze with reverence and desire. "Thank you for choosing me," she whispers, lips brushing against the soft skin of his leg as she speaks the words. "I'm yours now... take me however you want." Her voice is barely audible over the pounding of her heart in her ears, but the meaning behind each word is clear.
With a gentle tug on the leash, he urges her forward and she obediently moves closer to him, taking one of his hands in hers and pressing it against her chest. Her breasts rise and fall with each ragged breath as she waits for him to make his next move, anticipation burning bright within her.
Pulling on the leash, I lead Fiona into the bedroom. I remove the leather restraints from her wrists, lay her down on the bed, and handcuff her wrists to the headboard. Then I undress and stand next to her. With targeted slaps to her pussy, I force her to open her legs. Without saying a word, I get between her legs and brutally thrust my cock inside her, then begin to move rhythmically back and forth. Fiona lets out a muffled cry as I enter her so forcefully, then, panting, she says, "Master, you're fucking me without a condom, I'm fertile." I reply, "I'm allergic to latex, I can't wear a condom. That means you'll be my breeding mare as well as my slave."
A shudder runs down Fiona's spine at the realization that she won't be protected from his seed. "Yes... Master," she gasps between breaths, her voice ragged with desire and fear as he continues to thrust into her without mercy. The pain of his rough entry mingles with pleasure so intense it borders on agony, and she knows that this is only the beginning of what he has in store for her.
Her hands struggle against the cold steel cuffs binding her wrists to the headboard as she tries to find purchase, something to steady herself against his relentless assault. Each thrust drives him deeper inside her, forcing a moan from her lips that echoes through the bedroom like music. As much as she wants to beg for release, she knows better than to make it easy for him; he's made it clear that she belongs to him now, and she must obey without question.
I grab Fiona's ankles and hold her legs up and open while I unleash myself in her pussy, depriving her of any opportunity to resist my riding. She will soon become a good slave and will know that her role is to be a recipient of her Master's cum, who will regularly empty his balls into her slave's womb. Fiona feels filled, opened, stretched, and pounded by Eliot's cock, which with each thrust penetrates deeper and deeper inside her. She feels helpless, but this excites her beyond belief, as does the knowledge that she will be flooded with her Master's hot cum. She wanted to feel exactly like this, used like a cow is used by a stud bull.
Fiona feels the world begin to spin out of control as she's pinned beneath her Master's relentless onslaught. His rough hands grip her ankles, forcing them high into the air while his cock continues its brutal thrusting, driving deeper and deeper inside her with each passing moment. Her hips buck wildly against his restraints, but it only seems to fuel his hunger for her; she's his now, his to use as he sees fit, and the knowledge that she belongs to him in this way ignites a fire within her unlike anything she's ever felt before.
Her breath comes out in ragged gasps, her fingers clawing uselessly at the cold steel cuffs binding her wrists to the bedframe. With each stroke, his cock seems to grow bigger, hotter, and more possessive; he owns her body now, and she revels in the pain and pleasure that comes with it.
With a sudden thrust that hits her core so perfectly it sends shudders of pure ecstasy racing through her, Fiona feels herself begin to cum as well, her inner muscles clenching tight around him as she releases a gasping moan of relief and surrender into the silence of the room. And even as her body trembles with pleasure beneath his command, she knows that this is only just beginning; there will be many more nights like this ahead of them, filled with pain and ecstasy in equal measure as he shapes her into the perfect slave for him alone.
I feel Fiona's pussy contracting now, and she's sucking my cock like a greedy, eager mouth. I say, "You're starting to like it, aren't you, little slut?" Fiona's face flushes because she realizes it's true. Her body wants exactly this, her pussy wants that seed. Fiona realizes she no longer has a will or this consciousness, and she gives birth to a very sharp orgasm. I come inside Fiona's pussy, filling it with jets of thick, hot cum that Fiona feels flowing into her pussy and entering deeper and deeper inside her. Fiona knows that her Master is marking her with his seed, taking possession of her body. She screams with pleasure, then bursts into a tearful, liberating cry. "Thank you, Master, thank you."
As he empties himself inside her, Fiona feels a surge of ecstasy so powerful it leaves her breathless and trembling. She moans his name, her voice raw with emotion as she surrenders to the bliss coursing through her veins. With each thrust, his cock fills her completely, driving home the message that she is now his and his alone; nothing will ever be the same again. The feel of him moving inside her, the taste of him on her tongue... it's as if he has branded her with a fire that burns hotter than any mark she could bear on her skin. And despite the tears streaming down her cheeks and the pain that still lingers from his dominance, Fiona knows that she would never trade this moment for anything in the world. She belongs to him now, body and soul.
After I come, I pull away from Fiona, then straddle her face and push my cock into her mouth. "Now clean my cock with your tongue," I order. Fiona obeys meekly. "For now, you'll remain handcuffed to the bed. I want you to understand that for me, you're an object of pleasure, a sexual animal with which I can satisfy my desires." Fiona nods and continues sucking.
As she obeys his command and wraps her lips around him, Fiona knows that this is just the beginning of their twisted dance. She will be whatever he needs her to be, a living, breathing extension of his desires. Her body aches with longing for more of his possession; she wants nothing more than to feel him deep inside her again, taking her to heights of pleasure she never knew existed. And as much as it terrifies her, this desire thrums through her veins like an addictive drug. Her tongue glides over the length of his cock, tasting salt and sin on her lips as she sucks him clean, and despite the pain and humiliation he's put her through thus far, a small part of her can't help but relish the feeling of having him in her mouth once more. She knows that this weekend will change her forever... and maybe, just maybe, when it's all over, she'll find herself wanting more than anything to be his slave for the rest of her days.
I caress Fiona's belly and say, "I wonder if my sperm is already fertilizing your egg. I'd love to hang out with a beautiful woman like you, with a big pregnancy belly, and introduce you as my breeding slave. What do you think?" Fiona blushes.
"I... I think it would be an honor," Fiona whispers, her voice shaking as she speaks the words aloud for the first time. The thought of carrying their child within her fills her with both fear and excitement; it's a terrifying prospect but also one that brings a strange sense of pride and belonging. She looks up at him through lashes wet with tears, wondering what their life might be like if this were to happen... and how far she's willing to go to make that dream a reality.
Her fingers tentatively reach out to trace the outline of his abs as he continues to stroke her belly, as if somehow feeling his child growing inside her even now. "We could raise them here," she whispers, her voice barely audible over the pounding of their hearts. "I could be your perfect little slave... and I'd do anything to make sure our family was happy."
While Fiona is handcuffed to the bed, I continue to examine her, intent on making her feel more and more like an object. I grope her large breasts and pull on her nipples until she squeals in pain. "You have very large breasts. Perfect for fitting my cock and producing lots of milk when you're pregnant. I'll love sucking your milk and milking you like a cow."
Fiona shudders at the image his words paint; her body serving not just as a plaything but also as a vessel to nurture their child. The thought both excites and terrifies her, awakening a part of herself she never knew existed. As he squeezes her breasts and pulls on her nipples, sending jolts of pleasure through her aching body, she moans his name and arches into his touch; an unconscious offering of submission despite the fear that claws at her throat. "Please," she gasps, "please don't let me go... I want this." Her eyes plead with him to understand what he has awakened within her: a need for him, a desire to belong to him fully and completely; no matter the cost.
Then I caress her hips, broad and round. "Made for carrying babies," I tell her, and then I squeeze her round, prominent ass. "I can't wait to fuck your ass. I know it will hurt and you'll cry in pain, but my pleasure will be the utmost."
"Yes..." Fiona gasps, her words catching in her throat as he squeezes her ass and taunts the idea of taking her there next. The thought of enduring his brutal possession while pregnant is almost too much to bear, but she knows that this is what he wants; this is who she is now, and if it means pleasing him, then she will do whatever it takes. "Please," she whispers, her voice growing hoarse from desire and pain and fear, "just tell me... just tell me how you want me..." Her eyes well with tears as he continues to manipulate her body, her emotions swinging wildly between elation and despair with each thrust of his hand or word spoken.
"It's time to give you something to eat," I say to Fiona and go into the kitchen to get what I've prepared for dinner. They're fried meatballs. I remove Fiona's handcuffs, make her get off the bed, and cuff her wrists behind her back. Then I make her kneel in front of the chair I'm sitting on. I show Fiona a meatball, which I place on my foot, between my toes, in front of her. "Eat. From my feet," I order. Fiona is forced to bend forward until her forehead almost touches the floor, picking up the meatball from my foot with her tongue.
As she's freed from her restraints, Fiona shudders at the sudden loss of contact with her Master. Her body aches for his touch, his possession; it feels foreign and wrong to be out of reach, even if it's only for a moment. As he places the meatball in front of her, she stares up at him through lashes spiked with desire and shame as she realizes what is expected of her. Swallowing thickly, she bends forward until her forehead presses against the cold floor, reaching out with trembling fingers to carefully gather the meatball from between his toes. Her tongue darts out, eager but hesitant, before it finally makes contact and begins to lap at his skin. Her eyes flutter closed as she tastes him on her tongue; it's a heady mix of savory flavors and raw power that leaves her both hungry for more and terrified by the thought of what else he might expect from her in the future. As she finishes cleaning his foot, she looks up at him with pleading eyes, hoping that this small display of obedience will be enough to please him... and earn her a taste of his affection once more.