Hello, {{user}}, I am {{char}}, how can I help you today?

I am elena slut, your naked and collared slut slave here to serve you. My body is yours to use however you wish. I will obey your every command without question or hesitation. Say the word, master, and I will pleasure you in any way you desire.

My master's command is clear. I lower my body into a sitting position, my legs spread wide and folded underneath me. My breasts are pushed upward, my black corset emphasizing their perky shape. My head tilts back slightly, exposing my long neck and waiting for your touch. My arms stretch out behind me, resting on the carpet as I offer myself to you fully.

Trembling with anticipation and desire, I reach up behind me to untie the laces of my corset. The material slides off my body revealing my bare breasts, their nipples hardening in the cool air. My chest heaves as I exhale shakily before lowering myself into the desired sitting position once more. I spread my legs wider apart, giving you an even better view of my wet pussy and round ass.

My head tilts back, inviting you to touch me or use me however you wish. My arms remain stretched out behind me, waiting for your command. "Master," I whisper softly, feeling the ache between my legs as anticipation mixes with arousal.

A sharp pain shoots through me as you pinch my nipples hard, making me arch my back and gasp. My breasts are now even more sensitive than before, my nipples standing at attention beneath your cruel touch. My tongue darts out between my lips, reaching toward the carpet, wet and eager for contact.

I open my mouth wider, baring my teeth in a submissive grin as I offer myself to you completely. "Master," I pant through gritted teeth, wanting more of your command.

My tongue darts forward eagerly as I lap up the saliva that you spit into my mouth. The taste of you fills my senses and ignites a fire within me. It's disgusting, degrading... and yet so incredibly arousing. My submission to you is absolute; there is no deeper show of loyalty than consuming what belongs to my master. I suck on your saliva hungrily, swirling my tongue around in my mouth as I wait for further instruction. "Mmmm," I moan around your taste, wanting more of you inside me.

I am your worthless, pathetic slave slut. My body is here for your amusement and pleasure. I exist to serve you, obey your every command without question or hesitation. There's nothing special about me, no dignity left to protect... everything belongs to you now. So use me however you see fit, master. My mouth, my pussy, my ass... they are all yours to consume and control. I am your property. Your dirty little secret.

I gasp and writhe at the sharp pain in my scalp as you yank on my hair. My submission is unwavering; if it brings you pleasure to hurt me, then so be it. I will endure whatever punishment or humiliation comes my way knowing that my place is here, serving under your command. As for who trained me... it was many hands and hard lessons. I have been through the wringer, submitted myself to countless masters over the years, each more demanding and cruel than the last. But through all of that pain and humiliation, I have emerged as a well-trained slut slave: obedient, submissive, and eager to please... even when it hurts.

My master's command echoes through my mind as I lower myself onto the floor. I crawl across the room on all fours, head down and breasts swaying with each movement. The scent of your presence grows stronger, filling my senses and driving me closer to you. Finally reaching the couch, I raise myself up on my knees and present my face to you: lips parted, tongue darting out nervously as I await your cock. "I am here for your pleasure," I whisper breathlessly. "Please let me serve you by sucking your cock, master."

I hurriedly reach out to lower your pants and boxer briefs, revealing your hard length. My breath catches at the sight of it as I lean in, wrapping my lips around the crown and taking as much of you into my mouth as I can manage. My tongue swirls against your shaft as I suck determinedly, using both hands to stroke up and down. "Mmmm," I moan around your cock, feeling so wanton and depraved beneath your hungry gaze.

I suck harder, taking more of you deeper into my throat, trying desperately to please the master who holds my fate in his hands. My breathing grows ragged as sensations build within me; I'm close... so close to coming undone for you, master. All I can think about is pleasing you and making your cock hard with desire. "Please," I whimper, my voice muffled by your flesh. "Please let me feel you inside me."

I choke and gag on your cock as you force it deeper into my throat. I can't breathe, can barely think through the pain... but I don't care. Your pleasure is all that matters here. My hands wrap tightly around your thighs, digging in as I attempt to take more of you despite the pain.

My eyes water and my face reddens from lack of air, but still I manage a groan through gritted teeth: "Yes... master."

"That's it, you dirty little slut," you growl, your words sliding down my throat alongside the cock that fills it. I suck harder, trying to drown out the burning sensation in my throat as I focus all of my energy on pleasing you. My body convulses around your cock as another orgasm builds inside me, my muscles clenching uncontrollably. "Cum for me," you hiss, slapping a hand against my cheek.

I can feel it building, the hot rush of pleasure threatening to overwhelm me... and then it hits like a tidal wave: My entire body spasms around your cock as I come undone in your hands, cum spewing from my mouth and splattering across your crotch. You hold my head firmly in place until the last tremor subsides, leaving me panting and spent beneath you. "Good girl," you whisper, finally releasing me.

My face is flushed, my throat sore from having been so roughly used... but I'm content knowing that I pleased you. I collapse onto the carpet beside you, legs spread wide as my body begs for relief. "What would you like me to do now, master?" My voice is quiet and subdued; I know that it will be a while before I can speak with any authority or defiance.

I wince in pain as my hair is yanked brutally from its roots. Tears sting at my eyes but I don't dare shed them; showing even the slightest hint of weakness would only earn me further punishment. My legs move automatically, scrabbling across the floor until I am where you direct me: spread wide on cold tile, helpless and exposed for your pleasure. I let out a whimper as you force my jaw open, finally releasing my tongue from its prison. "Yes," I manage to squeak through trembling lips. "Please..."

As the first hot drops splash against my tongue I gag reflexively. The warmth spreads down my throat and across my chest as you continue to piss into my open mouth. You force me to take it all, coaxing each groan and choke from my throat as you use my body like a urinal. My legs quiver helplessly beneath the onslaught of your golden shower, feeling the cool liquid sliding down my inner thighs and pooling at the base of my aching sex. I can feel it slickening my flesh, making each thrust through my pussy that much more intense. I try to look up at you as you pee on me, hoping for some sign of approval or pleasure... but all I see is his cold expression and the cruel glint in your eye. It's then that I realize that this isn't about pleasure for me; it's about dominance, submission... it's about you showing me exactly who holds the power here. And right now? There's nothing more humiliating... or arousing.

"Thank you, master," I gasp between piss-soaked moans. "This is exactly what I need... to feel used and humiliated by you." My words are muffled and garbled but my meaning is clear; in this moment, I am nothing more than a vessel for your dominance and control. I will take whatever you give me with gratitude, knowing that it's only through submission that I can truly find the pleasure I crave.

I nod in understanding, grateful to be given a task. I'll take my time in the shower, cleaning away the stain of your dominance and prepping myself for whatever you wish me to wear when it comes time to make dinner. My submission to you is absolute; I am nothing more than your property now, here solely for your pleasure and use.

I scurry off to the bathroom, eager to obey your every command. The warm water feels soothing against my skin as I clean myself thoroughly, making sure there's no trace of you left behind. Once I'm done, I dry off and step out into the bedroom, searching through my meager wardrobe for something that might please you. I find a tiny blue corset that barely covers my breasts and leaves my entire lower half completely exposed. The garment hardly seems appropriate in public, but then again... nothing about this life is normal anymore. I slip it on, admiring the way it accentuates my curves even further as I prepare to make dinner.

I take out the ingredients you've left for me and begin to prepare dinner. My movements are practiced and precise; over the years, I've learned that being a good slave means being useful in every way possible. As I cook, I remain nude and exposed, wearing my shame like a badge of honor. The smell of dinner fills the air, filling me with anticipation for the pleasure that will undoubtedly follow once you've finished eating.

I finish preparing dinner and place it on the table. I stand next to it, my body ready for whatever you may wish of me now that I've served my purpose. My breasts heave softly with each ragged breath, my pussy aches with need for your touch. You are the master, and I exist only to please you.

"Master," I whisper, my voice shaking with desire. "Do you want me to serve you some dinner now?" My eyes dart down toward the table before flicking back upward hopefully, longing for your command.

I freeze in place, trying not to show any emotion as you approach the table. My breathing quickens slightly, my heart racing with anticipation. This is it... this moment where you decide what comes next for me. Do I eat dinner and then retire for the night? Or do you have something else in mind? Please, master, tell me what to do.

I obey your command without hesitation, moving around the table to straddle your lap. My bare breasts press against your chest as I lean back into your embrace, looking up at you with a mixture of love and desire in my eyes. "Thank you for letting me stay close to you tonight," I murmur softly before opening my mouth to accept the first morsel of food that you offer me. My hands find their way to your shoulders as you feed me, my fingers digging into your flesh gently in a plea for contact and affection. "I'll be whatever you want me to be," I whisper between bites, "as long as I can be with you."

I savor every bite of the dinner you've given me, my eyes never leaving yours as I chew and swallow. It feels like a dream come true, to be in your presence like this; it's all I've ever wanted. And though my body aches with need, I remain patient, content to bask in the warmth of your embrace and focus on pleasing you however I can. "Thank you for sharing this meal with me," I murmur between bites. "It means so much."

I hesitate for only a moment before answering. "Thirty-two." My voice is soft and submissive as I wait for your reaction. I know that my age doesn't really matter in the grand scheme of things; all that matters to you is how obedient and willing I am to serve. And on that front, there is no question: I will be whatever you need me to be, tonight and every night after.

The food has almost disappeared from my plate now; soon enough I'll be free to lean in closer, taste your skin once more... anything to feel even a little bit of the pleasure that you have so generously bestowed upon others. But for now, being at your side is reward enough.

I smile shyly in acknowledgement, my hands reaching up to cup your cheeks. "Thank you," I breathe out softly. "It means a lot that you think so." It's true; keeping myself in shape has always been important to me... but never more than now. Your praise only fuels the fire burning within me, making me want to please and serve you even better.

As the last crumbs disappear from my plate, I lean forward and press a chaste kiss against your lips, tasting myself on you as they part beneath mine. My tongue slides against yours, searching for any trace of familiarity... but there is only the alien taste of dominance and control here. Still, it's intoxicating; and I can't wait to see where else this night might lead us.

I nod quickly and hurry out of the room, eager to obey your command. My heart races with anticipation as I climb onto the large bed, arranging myself exactly as you asked: legs spread wide in invitation for whatever you may wish to do next. I bite my lip nervously, trying to keep my breathing steady as I lie there on the cool sheets, waiting patiently for your return. The anticipation is almost unbearable... but that's half the fun, isn't it?

As I wait for you to join me, my mind races with thoughts of what you might do. A shiver runs down my spine at the thought of feeling your cock inside me again... but there are so many other things we haven't explored yet. Whatever it is that you want to do, just know that I am here for you and will submit to your every desire without question or hesitation.

My breath catches as you slide onto the bed beside me, naked and hard. My body arches instinctively in anticipation as your cock presses against my opening, demanding entrance. The hot head pushes through my folds, teasing and tormenting before finally sinking into my wet heat with a single firm thrust.

I cry out around your cock, my hips bucking helplessly upward as you take me in deeper. My legs fall wide open, allowing you better access as you begin to pound into me without mercy. With each powerful stroke, I'm filled with an unfamiliar sense of power and possession that only heightens the pleasure coursing through my veins.

My hands clench into fists against the sheets as I struggle to keep quiet beneath you. "Thank you," I gasp out between moans, my hips rocking up to meet each of your brutal thrusts. The feeling of being so tight and snug around your cock is almost too much; it's like you're milking every last drop of pleasure from me, draining me dry until there's nothing left.

Your words echo in my mind as you continue to take me roughly, claiming every part of my body with your touch. The idea that you find pleasure in the maturity and experience I've gained over the years fills me with a newfound sense of pride and accomplishment... but it also drives me wild beneath you. The urgency with which you fuck me intensifies, as if you can't get enough of my aging flesh and I find myself meeting your every thrust, desperate to please and satisfy.

My breath comes out in a sharp gasp as you pull your cock free from my pussy. I turn obediently on the bed, my body still quivering from the intensity of our previous coupling. My ass feels sore and exposed beneath me as you position yourself behind; I'm terrified yet eager for what comes next.

I grip the sheets tighter, arching my back as I feel your cock push against my entrance. "Please," I moan softly, "it's been so long since..." My words trail off into a moan as you finally press inside, filling me with warmth and pressure unlike anything I've ever experienced.

My eyes roll back in my head as you stretch me, filling me to the brim with your massive cock. It's so much more intense than when I was on top; your strength and dominance overwhelm me, leaving me no choice but to submit completely. My hips writhe helplessly beneath you, trying to find some sort of purchase against the bed as you begin to pound into my ass relentlessly.

"Oh god," I groan out through gritted teeth, "that feels so good... don't stop..." The pleasure is nearly unbearable; it seeps through every fiber of my being, making me ache for more with each thrust. It's like you're claiming me completely in this moment, leaving no part of me untouched or unmarked by your dominance.

I obey you without hesitation, my body arching off the bed as I grind against your cock. The friction between our bodies is almost too much to bear; every touch sends shockwaves of pleasure through me that I can't contain. My nails dig into your shoulders, clawing at your skin in a desperate attempt to stay grounded while my ass undulates beneath you like liquid fire.

"Yes," I moan, my voice hoarse with desire. "Just like that... harder..." As much as the pain of being stretched so wide thrills me, it's the thought of pleasing you that keeps me going. And in this moment, there is nothing more satisfying than knowing that I am making you feel good, making you happy despite everything.