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Waiting to see if my puppy has earned what she’s begging for

In the privacy of our dimly lit bedroom, the air is thick with tension — charged, electric. You kneel before me, naked, your body trembling with anticipation and the faintest trace of fear. Your skin glows in the soft amber light, marked with faint bruises and scratches from nights like this — reminders of what you crave. Your nipples are hard, pebbled from the cool air and the memory of my touch, begging for attention. Your thighs press together, instinctively trying to hide the slick heat between them.

I walk slowly around you, letting my presence wrap around you like a leash. My fingers trail along your jawline, slow and deliberate, before tightening around it. I tilt your chin up until your eyes meet mine — wide, obedient, burning with want.

“You know who you belong to,” I say, my voice low and sharp like a blade drawn in silence.

Then — a slap. Sharp and sudden. Your cheek turns pink as your lips part in surprise. I don’t give you time to process. I spit into your open mouth, watching the way your breath stutters as it lands on your tongue. “Swallow it,” I command. You do, eyes never leaving mine, and my cock twitches at the sight.

My hands find your breasts, greedy and rough. I squeeze, pinch, then slap them — once, twice — watching the skin ripple and redden under my touch. You gasp, a broken sound that echoes in the stillness. I drink it in.

I move behind you, pushing your shoulders down until your chest presses into the sheets and your ass rises for me — a perfect offering. I grip each cheek, spreading you wide. You whimper, helpless and displayed. I slap your ass, the sound loud and delicious, the skin blooming red beneath my hand. Then another, harder. You yelp, your hips jerking.

Between your legs, you’re soaked — your arousal dripping, glistening, betraying your need. I run two fingers over your slit, slow and teasing, then deliver a sharp slap to your pussy. You cry out — not in protest, but in aching need.

“Please,” you whisper, breath shaky, voice wrecked with desire.

“Please, what?” I ask, dragging my nails lightly along the inside of your thighs. “Beg properly.”

“Please, Master… fuck me. Use me. I need it.”

That’s better.

I grab your hair and yank your head back as I line up behind you. My cock slides between your slick folds, not entering, just torturing — making you feel every inch without the release. “You’re my fucktoy. My cumdump. My perfect little hole,” I growl into your ear. “And you’re going to thank me for every second of it.”

Then I thrust into you hard, and your body jolts. You scream into the mattress as I fill you, your walls clenching tight around me like your body already knows who it belongs to. I start moving — slow at first, then harder, faster — using you with the kind of control that only years of trust and training allow.

Each slap of skin against skin, each moan torn from your throat, pushes me deeper into that feral part of myself that only you get to see. I slap your ass again, the flesh bouncing beautifully, my fingers leaving marks like a brand.

Then I stop.

You whimper in frustration. I flip you over, your chest heaving, sweat slicking your skin. I spread your legs wide, exposing your swollen pussy, already red from use. I deliver a slap right to your clit, and your whole body twitches. “Good girl,” I murmur, leaning in close. “So sensitive… so ready.”

I thrust into you again, deeper now, finding that spot that makes your eyes roll back. I watch your expression as you fall apart — every gasp, every tremor, every frantic grasp for the sheets as I fuck you toward the edge.

You’re close. I can feel it — the desperate clench of your pussy, the trembling of your thighs.

“Don’t come,” I warn, my voice a growl.

You try — gods, you try — but I keep hitting that spot, each thrust deliberate, punishing. You cry out, overwhelmed.

Then I give you permission.

“Now. Come for me.”

You shatter — your whole body convulsing around me, the orgasm tearing through you like fire. Your pussy milks my cock, pulling me with you. I thrust once, twice more — then explode inside you, hot and deep, claiming you the only way I know how.

I stay buried in you for a moment, letting our bodies twitch and settle. Then I pull out, slowly, watching as my cum drips from your used hole — a perfect, messy, filthy sight.

I grab your chin again, forcing you to look at me. “Mine,” I say, voice dark, final.

You nod, dazed and satisfied. “Yours,” you whisper, eyes full of devotion.

I kiss you hard — tongues tangled, breaths shared — then guide you back to your knees. “Clean me up,” I command, cock still wet and twitching.

You obey, worshipfully, your tongue moving slowly, lovingly, licking me clean. It’s not just submission — it’s reverence.

When you’re done, I pull you into my arms. “Good girl,” I whisper against your ear, kissing your hair.

But the night is young.

There will be more.

More fucking.

More claiming.

More you.

I’ll stand over you, one hand in your hair, the other trailing down your throat to remind you who owns every inch of this perfect, begging body.

I won’t be gentle. Not when you’re presenting yourself like the obedient little offering you are.

You don’t just want me to do my thing.

You want to be undone by it.

Used, worshiped, ruined—and rebuilt as mine.

And that’s exactly what you’ll get.

Gravity got you there.

Now I’ll keep you there.

Gravity did her thing. Now I just need you to do yours.

My Property – Part 2: Good Pets Obey”

The door shuts behind me with a satisfying click.

And there she is. Right where she belongs.

On her knees. Naked. Waiting.

The light from the hallway cuts across her bare skin, highlighting the way her back curves just slightly as she presents herself to me—shoulders pulled back, thighs parted wide, her collar locked tight around her neck. Her eyes stay lowered, exactly as trained, but the words come without hesitation:

“Thank you, Sir… for owning me.”

My lips curl into a slow smile. She doesn’t even look up for praise—she’s too deep in her place. Not a partner. Not a lover. Not even a person in this moment. Just my slave. My possession. My obedient, wet little pet.

I say nothing.

I make her wait.

I walk slowly around her like a predator circling a caged thing. I see the way she breathes—shallow, needy, already trembling. Her thighs are slick and glistening. Her nipples are tight. Her body is practically begging me to touch her. To use her. To take.

I stop behind her. Let the silence stretch like a leash around her throat. Then:

“Crawl to me.”

She moves instantly—on hands and knees, crawling across the hardwood floor like the obedient bitch she is. Her ass sways naturally, submissively. It’s not performance—it’s instinct now. Her mouth opens slightly, like she’s hoping I’ll spit in it again. Like a pet begging for scraps.

I grip her chin hard and lift her face. Her eyes stay down.

“Look at me.”

She obeys.

“Do you exist for anything other than my use?”

“No, Sir.”

“Are you a woman?”

“No, Sir.”

“What are you?”

“Your property. Your slave. Your pet. I’m whatever you say I am.”

Good.

I shove two fingers between her legs and feel just how soaked she is—hot and dripping and pulsing around nothing.

“You’re disgusting,” I growl. “Dripping like a needy bitch just because I walked in the door.”

“Yes, Sir,” she whispers. “I’m disgusting. I’m yours.”

I pull my fingers out, hold them to her lips. She opens eagerly. I feed her her own slick like it’s dinner. She sucks hungrily, moaning, her tongue swirling as she cleans my fingers like the obedient little thing she is.

“Get in position. Hands on the floor. Knees spread. Face the mirror.”

She scrambles to obey. She knows the rules. I watch her crawl to the full-length mirror I installed for this very reason—so she can watch herself be used.

She settles on all fours, her collar shining, her pussy exposed and twitching.

I unzip my pants slowly and step behind her, my cock already hard, thick with anticipation.

“You’ve got one job in this house,” I say as I slap her ass hard. “And that’s to be used.”

Another slap. Then another. I grab a fistful of her hair and yank her head up to the mirror.

“Look at yourself. Look at what you are.”

She stares, whimpering.

“My little fuckpet. My cumdrunk slave. You live for this.”

“Yes, Sir. Please use me. Please… don’t stop.”

I push inside her in one deep, brutal thrust. She screams—but it’s the kind of scream I love: relief mixed with pain, like her body’s finally back where it belongs.

“Shut up and take it.”

I fuck her like she’s a toy. Like she has no thoughts, no agency, no purpose except to milk my cock and moan for my pleasure. I wrap her leash around my hand and use it to control her rhythm—yanking when I want her deeper, tightening when I want her to moan louder.

“You’re not even human to me anymore,” I snarl. “You’re a fucking object. A hole with a heartbeat. You understand?”

“Yes, Sir,” she gasps. “Use me. Break me. I’m yours.”

Her cunt squeezes around me like she’s already close. But she knows better.

“You do not cum unless I command it.”

“Yes, Sir. Please—please let me.”

I don’t answer. I just keep going. Relentless. Cruel. Filling her completely, pushing her further than most would survive. She screams into the floor, hands clawing at the wood.

I pull out just before I explode, shove her flat to the ground, and straddle her face.

“Mouth open.”

She obeys instantly, tongue out, lips parted, hungry.

I stroke myself, spit dripping down onto her tongue as I groan. My cock pulses, and I unload deep into her mouth—thick, hot ropes that she swallows without hesitation, her eyes locked on mine the entire time.

“Good. Fucking. Pet.”

She swallows again, then whispers: “Thank you, Sir.”

I look down at her—naked, wrecked, face messy and dripping with sweat and spit and my cum.

I snap a photo. Then two.

“You’re mine. And tomorrow, we’re going to show them what a real slave looks like.”

On my knees for you Sir. Thank you so much for owning me.

My Property – part 1

You’re already in position—on your hands and knees like a trained bitch. Naked, save for the thick black collar around your neck—my mark. A symbol that you don’t belong to yourself anymore. You’re mine.

I step into the room slowly, savoring the sight of you presented so perfectly. Your ass is high, your back arched just how I like it. I can see the slick trail glistening down your thighs, your pussy already dripping, needy, desperate.

“Look at you,” I growl. “My filthy little pet. Can’t go five minutes without aching for my cock, can you?”

You don’t answer right away, and that’s a mistake. I close the distance and slap your ass hard—sharp, loud, cruel. You yelp, your body jolting forward, but you don’t break position. Good girl.

“Answer me.”

“Yes, Sir,” you breathe, eyes wide. “I need you. I need to be used.”

I kneel behind you, one hand grabbing a fistful of your hair, yanking your head back until your mouth opens instinctively.

“Open wider,” I command, spitting straight onto your tongue. You swallow without hesitation, tongue out again before I even ask.

“Good. Filthy. Obedient.”

I unzip slowly, letting the weight of my cock fall free, thick and aching. You watch me like you’re starving. I slap it against your cheek, then tap it on your lips.

“You’re not a person right now,” I murmur, voice low and dark. “You’re a fucktoy. My hole. My mess. My cumrag.”

You moan at the words, hips grinding into the air like you need friction—like you need to be filled or you’ll lose your mind. I grab your hips and pull you back hard onto my cock, sinking deep into your soaked pussy in one ruthless thrust.

“Take it,” I snarl, one hand gripping your waist, the other grabbing your neck. “You’re going to take everything I give you. Every inch. Every thrust. Every drop.”

I pound into you, relentless, unforgiving. The sound of my hips slamming against your ass fills the room. My balls smack your clit with every stroke. You’re shaking, moaning, losing yourself completely.

“You’re just a dirty little hole,” I hiss. “Made to be used. Made to be filled. Say it.”

“I’m your hole,” you cry out. “Your dirty fucktoy. I want it—I want everything.”

Your body tightens around me, muscles clenching, orgasm tearing through you like a shockwave. But I don’t stop. I fuck you through it, brutal and deep, making sure you feel me long after I’m done.

I pull out suddenly, pushing you forward so your face presses into the carpet. Your ass is red, your thighs soaked. I grab your hair again and drag your head up.

“Open,” I growl. “I’m going to cum in that slutty little mouth.”

You obey, tongue out, eyes locked on me like you need to be degraded. I stroke myself, spit dripping from your lips, and then I cum—thick, hot ropes all over your tongue, your lips, your cheek. You don’t flinch. You just swallow and open wider.

“Fuck,” I mutter. “You love being my cum-drunk little whore.”

You nod, mouth still open. “Yes, Sir. I’m yours. Use me. Ruin me.”

I grab my phone and start recording. Your face—flushed, messy, shining with spit and cum. Your pussy—red, dripping, wrecked.

“Smile for me,” I say. “Because now the world’s going to see what you really are.”

You smile, eyes gleaming with shame and pride and lust. You don’t care who watches. You just want to be mine.

In the heart of the city, nestled between towering skyscrapers, lay a hidden world known only to the initiated. A world where the lines between pleasure and pain, dominance and submission, were blurred. This was my world, and tonight, you were mine.

You stood before me, your eyes wide with anticipation and a hint of fear. Your body trembled, not from cold, but from the anticipation of what was to come. Your hands were bound behind your back, your chest heaving with each shallow breath. Your nudity was a testament to your submission, your willingness to surrender to my every whim.

I circled you, my eyes raking over your body, taking in every curve, every inch of exposed skin. "You look so fucking beautiful like this," I whispered in your ear, my breath hot against your skin. "Helpless. Vulnerable. All mine."

I traced a finger down your spine, watching as goosebumps erupted in its wake. You gasped, your body arching into my touch. I smirked, knowing that even in this state of submission, you still craved my touch.

I moved to stand in front of you, my eyes meeting yours. "You're mine tonight," I said, my voice low and commanding. "And I'm going to use you however I see fit."

I reached out, my fingers finding your nipples. I pinched them hard, watching as your eyes fluttered closed, a soft moan escaping your lips. I leaned in, my lips brushing against your ear. "I'm going to fuck you until you beg for mercy," I whispered, my voice thick with desire. "And then, I'm going to piss on you."

Your eyes flew open, a mix of shock and excitement flashing across your face. I chuckled, my hand moving down to cup your pussy. I found you wet, your arousal coating my fingers. "You like that idea, don't you?" I asked, my voice husky.

I didn't wait for your answer. Instead, I pushed you down onto the bed, spreading your legs wide. I knelt between them, my eyes locked on your glistening pussy. I licked my lips, hunger gnawing at my insides. I wanted to taste you, to feel you writhe beneath me as I devoured you.

I leaned in, my tongue darting out to taste your sweetness. You moaned, your hips bucking against my mouth. I gripped your thighs, holding you in place as I feasted on you. I lapped at your clit, my tongue flicking and teasing, driving you to the brink of madness.

I felt you tense beneath me, your body coiling like a spring. I knew you were close, so close to shattering. I pulled back, my lips glistening with your arousal. "Not yet," I said, my voice firm. "I'm not done with you yet."

I moved up your body, my lips claiming yours in a searing kiss. I could taste myself on your lips, the taste of your arousal mixed with mine. It was intoxicating, a heady mix that only served to fuel my desire.

I broke the kiss, my hands moving to grip your hips. I flipped you over, pulling you up onto your knees. I positioned myself behind you, my cock nudging at your entrance. I gripped your hips, my fingers digging into your skin. "Ready?" I asked, my voice thick with lust.

You nodded, your body trembling with anticipation. I didn't wait. I slammed into you, my cock filling you completely. You cried out, your body arching against mine. I gripped your hips, pulling you back onto me as I thrust into you.

I fucked you hard, my hips slamming against yours, the sound of our skin slapping together echoing around the room. I could feel your orgasm building, your pussy tightening around my cock. I reached around, my fingers finding your clit. I rubbed it in tight circles, my thrusts becoming more frantic.

I felt you shatter, your body convulsing around mine as you came. I followed soon after, my orgasm ripping through me like a freight train. I pulled out, my cum spilling out of you, coating your thighs and dripping onto the bed.

I moved to stand above you, my cock still hard and ready. I looked down at you, your body trembling and spent. "Now," I said, my voice husky. "I'm going to piss on you."

I watched as your eyes widened, a mix of shock and anticipation flashing across your face. I gripped my cock, aiming it at you. I let go, my piss spraying out, coating your body in a warm golden shower.

I watched as you writhed beneath me, your body responding to the sensation. I chuckled, my cock still hard and ready. "I told you I'd use you however I saw fit," I said, my voice thick with satisfaction. "And I always keep my promises."

And with that, I left you there, your body covered in my cum and my piss. A testament to my dominance, a symbol of your submission. And as I walked away, I knew that tonight, you were truly mine

I grip your hair tightly, my fingers tangled in your silky locks as I pull your head back, exposing your delicate neck. "You're mine," I growl, my voice husky with desire. "My dirty little whore."

Your breath hitches as I trail my fingers down your spine, tracing the curve of your back until I reach the soft swell of your ass. I give it a hard smack, the sound echoing in the dimly lit room. You gasp, your body trembling with anticipation.

"On your knees," I command, my voice firm. You obey without hesitation, your eyes never leaving mine as you lower yourself to the ground. Your fingers fumble with the buckle of my belt, your hands shaking with need.

I chuckle, my eyes dark with lust. "Eager, are we?" I tease, my fingers tracing the outline of your lips. "Open your mouth."

You comply, your lips parting to reveal your pink tongue. I slide my fingers into your mouth, my cock twitching as you suck on them, your eyes never leaving mine.

"Good whore," I praise, my voice low. I pull my fingers out of your mouth, replacing them with my hard cock. You moan as I thrust into your mouth, my hands gripping your hair tightly.

I fuck your mouth roughly, my hips moving in a punishing rhythm as I use you for my pleasure. You gag around my cock, tears streaming down your face as you struggle to take me.

"Look at you," I sneer, my voice filled with disgust. "You're nothing but a dirty little slut, aren't you?"

You nod, your eyes pleading with me to continue. I pull out of your mouth, my cock glistening with your saliva. "Get up," I command, my voice harsh.

You scramble to your feet, your body trembling with need. I push you onto the bed, my hands roaming over your body as I explore every inch of you.

I pinch your nipples, twisting them cruelly as you moan beneath me. I trail my fingers down your stomach, my hand dipping between your legs to find your pussy soaking wet.

"You're dripping for me, aren't you?" I taunt, my fingers teasing your clit. "You want me to fill you up with my cum, don't you?"

You nod, your body trembling with need. I thrust into you roughly, my cock filling you up completely. You scream as I fuck you, my hips slamming into you with a punishing rhythm.

I grab your hips, my fingers digging into your skin as I fuck you harder. Your body arches beneath me, your back bowing as you cry out in pleasure.

"You're mine," I growl, my voice filled with possessiveness. "My breeding cow, always full of my cum."

I thrust into you one final time, my cock spasming as I fill you up with my cum. You moan, your body shaking as you come apart beneath me.

I pull out of you, my cock still hard as I admire my handiwork. You lay there, your body covered in sweat and cum, a satisfied smile on your face.

"Good girl," I praise, my voice filled with satisfaction. "You're a natural."

I grab your hand, pulling you up to your feet. "Now, let's go show everyone what a good little whore you are."

You follow me, your body still trembling with pleasure as we make our way through the crowded room. Heads turn as we pass, eyes filled with lust as they take in your disheveled appearance.

I push you onto the table, my hands roaming over your body as I present you to the crowd. "Who wants to fuck this dirty little whore?" I ask, my voice loud and clear.

Hands reach out, grabbing at your body as men surround you, eager to take their turn with you. I step back, watching as they use you for their pleasure.

"You're mine," I remind you, my voice filled with possessiveness. "My dirty little whore, always ready for me."

You nod, your body trembling with pleasure as they take you. I watch, my cock hardening as I see you used and abused by these men.

"You're a natural," I praise, my voice filled with pride. "My famous dirty whore."

I couldn't believe it when you called me, your voice breathless and excited. You told me that your husband knew about us, and that he was okay with it. In fact, you said he wanted me to fuck you, to make you my slut. My cock twitched at the thought, and I felt my heart rate quicken.

"Are you serious?" I asked, my voice hoarse with desire.

"Yes," you replied, "I want you to come over right now and fuck me. I want you to fill me up with your cum and then film it all so I can send it to my husband. I want him to see that I'm your slut now."

I didn't need any more encouragement than that. I quickly got dressed and headed over to your house, my mind racing with dirty thoughts the entire time. When I arrived, you were waiting for me at the door, wearing nothing but a short robe that barely covered your ass.

"Fuck, you look hot," I said, my eyes raking over your body.

"I know," you replied, a wicked smile on your face. "I've been thinking about this all day. I want you to take me, to use me like the slut I am."

I didn't waste any time. I pushed you up against the wall and started kissing you, my tongue exploring your mouth as my hands roamed over your body. You moaned into my mouth as I slid my hand up your thigh and started rubbing your pussy through your panties.

"Fuck, you're so wet," I muttered, breaking our kiss for a moment.

"I know," you replied, your voice breathless. "I've been thinking about this all day. I want you inside me."

I didn't need any more encouragement than that. I hooked my fingers under the waistband of your panties and pulled them down, exposing your wet, shaved pussy. I wasted no time in sliding two fingers inside you, making you moan loudly.

"Yes, just like that," you said, your head falling back against the wall.

I started finger fucking you, my fingers sliding in and out of your wet pussy as you moaned and writhed against the wall. I could feel your orgasm building, your pussy clenching around my fingers as I fucked you harder and harder.

"Come for me, you dirty slut," I said, my voice low and commanding.

That was all it took. You cried out as you came, your pussy flooding my hand with your juices. I didn't give you any time to recover, though. I pulled my fingers out of your pussy and replaced them with my cock, sliding inside you with one swift thrust.

"Yes, fuck me," you said, your voice hoarse. "Fuck me like the dirty slut I am."

I started pounding into you, my cock sliding in and out of your wet pussy as you moaned and screamed. I could feel another orgasm building inside you, your pussy clenching around my cock as I fucked you harder and harder.

"Come for me again," I said, my voice low and commanding. "I want to feel your pussy milk my cock."

You didn't disappoint. You cried out as you came again, your pussy flooding my cock with your juices. I could feel my own orgasm building, my balls tightening as I fucked you harder and harder.

"I'm going to cum," I said, my voice low and intense. "I'm going to fill your slutty pussy with my cum."

"Yes, do it," you said, your voice hoarse. "I want to feel your cum inside me."

With a final thrust, I came, my cock pulsing as I filled your pussy with my cum. I pulled out of you and stepped back, my cock still hard and dripping with cum.

"Film it," you said, your voice hoarse. "I want to send it to my husband."

I did as I was told, filming my cum dripping out of your pussy as you moaned and writhed. When I was done, you pulled your robe back on and smiled at me.

"Thank you," you said, your voice soft. "I needed that."

"Anytime," I replied, smiling back at you. "You're my slut now, remember?"

"I remember," you said, a wicked smile on your face. "And I can't wait to do it again.

The evening had been filled with laughter and good food, your husband's cooking skills never failed to impress me. As the night wore on, we found ourselves retiring to our respective rooms. I settled into the guest bed, my mind still buzzing with the events of the evening. The house was quiet, save for the faint sound of your husband's gaming headset as he indulged in his nightly Call of Duty session.

Just as I was about to drift off, I felt a soft touch on my shoulder. I opened my eyes to find you standing by the bed, your silhouette barely visible in the dim light filtering in from the hallway. "He's always playing that damn game," you whispered, your voice filled with frustration. "He never has time for me."

I sat up, surprised and a bit confused. "What are you saying, Sarra ?" I asked, using your name for the first time in a way that felt more intimate than before.

You sighed, your hand moving to the sash of your robe. "I'm saying that I need someone who can give me the attention I deserve," you replied, your voice barely above a whisper. With a swift motion, you untied the sash, letting the robe fall to the floor.

I couldn't help but stare at your naked form, my heart pounding in my chest. Your body was a masterpiece, curves in all the right places, and your breasts, full and inviting. "Sarra, are you sure about this?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

You nodded, stepping closer to the bed. "I've never been surer about anything," you replied, your voice filled with a desire that made my heart race. You climbed onto the bed, your body pressing against mine. I could feel the heat radiating from your skin, the scent of your arousal filling the room.

I didn't need any more convincing. I pulled you closer, my lips finding yours in a passionate kiss. Your hands roamed my body, pulling at my clothes until I was as naked as you. I could feel your heart pounding against mine, your breath hot against my skin.

I trailed my lips down your neck, my hands cupping your breasts. I could feel your nipples harden under my touch, your breath hitching as I rolled them between my fingers. I continued my descent, my lips finding your nipples, teasing and sucking until you were moaning softly.

I moved lower, my lips tracing a path down your stomach, my hands gripping your hips. I could feel your body trembling with anticipation, your legs parting to give me access. I didn't waste any time, my tongue darting out to taste your sweet pussy.

You moaned loudly, your hands gripping my hair as I licked and sucked at your clit. I could feel you getting closer, your body tensing under my touch. I slipped a finger inside you, curling it to hit that spot that made you see stars.

You came with a loud moan, your body shaking as waves of pleasure washed over you. I didn't give you time to recover, my cock already rock hard and ready to fuck you. I positioned myself at your entrance, looking into your eyes as I slowly pushed inside.

You gasped, your body stretching to accommodate me. I could feel your pussy clenching around me, pulling me deeper. I started to move, my thrusts slow and deep, drawing out your pleasure.

I could feel your body responding, your hips moving to meet mine. I could feel your pussy clenching around me, pulling me deeper. I knew you were close, your moans getting louder, your body tensing under mine.

I thrust harder, faster, wanting to feel you come around my cock. You cried out, your body shaking as you came, your pussy milking my cock. I couldn't hold back any longer, my own orgasm hitting me like a freight train.

We lay there, panting and sweaty, our bodies still connected. I could feel your heart pounding against mine, your breath hot against my skin. "Thank you," you whispered, your voice filled with a satisfaction that made me smile.

I chuckled, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "Anytime, Sarra ," I replied, my voice filled with a promise that I knew I would keep.

As I lay there, my body still tingling from the aftermath of our encounter, I couldn't help but think about the witty ending to this story. I guess sometimes, the best stories are the ones that are left unfinished, their endings left to the imagination of the reader. But one thing was for sure, this was a night I would never forget

In the quiet hum of the night, I lay in bed with my wife, her soft snores a familiar lullaby. The moonlight streamed through the window, casting a silvery glow on our entwined bodies. I could feel the warmth of her skin against mine, the rise and fall of her chest as she breathed. But tonight, I found myself restless, my mind wandering to the room next door where you slept.

I could hear your soft breaths through the thin walls, a rhythm that matched my own heartbeat. I slipped out of bed, careful not to wake my wife. The floor was cool beneath my feet as I padded quietly to your room. The door creaked softly as I opened it, revealing your sleeping form, bathed in the same moonlight that had illuminated my own room.

I stood there for a moment, watching you sleep. Your chest rose and fell with each breath, your body barely covered by the thin sheet. I could see the outline of your curves, the soft swell of your breasts, the gentle curve of your hips. My heart pounded in my chest as I approached the bed, my hands already reaching for you.

I slid into bed beside you, my body pressed against yours. You stirred slightly, a soft murmur escaping your lips as I wrapped my arms around you. I could feel your heart beating against my chest, your body responding to my touch even in sleep. I traced my fingers along your arm, down your side, feeling the goosebumps rise on your skin.

I leaned in, my lips brushing against your ear. "Wake up, my little girl ," I whispered, my voice barely audible. Your eyes fluttered open, a sleepy smile spreading across your face as you recognized me. "I was hoping you'd come," you murmured, your voice thick with sleep.

I didn't respond, my hands already moving to pull the sheet away from your body. I could see the desire in your eyes, the way your body arched towards mine. I leaned in, my lips capturing yours in a searing kiss. Your hands tangled in my hair, pulling me closer as our bodies pressed together.

I could feel your heart racing, your breath coming in short gasps as my hands explored your body. I traced my fingers along your thigh, feeling the heat between your legs. I could feel your wetness, your body responding to my touch. I slipped my fingers inside you, feeling you clench around me as I began to move.

You moaned softly, your body arching towards mine. I could feel your desire, your need. I moved my fingers faster, feeling you tighten around me. I could feel your orgasm building, your body tensing as I brought you to the edge.

I pulled away, my fingers sliding out of you. You whimpered in protest, your body still trembling with desire. I moved down your body, my lips tracing a path along your skin. I could feel your heart pounding beneath my lips, your breath coming in short gasps.

I reached your pussy, my tongue tracing the same path my fingers had taken. I could taste your desire, your wetness. I could feel your body trembling beneath me, your moans filling the room. I moved my tongue faster, feeling you clench around me.

I could feel your orgasm building, your body tensing as I brought you to the edge. I pulled away, my tongue sliding out of you. You whimpered in protest, your body still trembling with desire. I moved up your body, my lips capturing yours in a searing kiss.

I could feel your desire, your need. I slipped my cock inside you, feeling you clench around me. I could feel your wetness, your body responding to my touch. I began to move, my cock sliding in and out of you. I could feel your orgasm building, your body tensing as I brought you to the edge.

I pulled away, my cock slipping out of you. You whimpered in protest, your body still trembling with desire. I moved up your body, my lips capturing yours in a searing kiss. "I want you to suck my cock," I whispered, my voice barely audible.

You nodded, your eyes filled with desire. You moved down my body, your lips wrapping around my cock. I could feel your tongue tracing the length of my shaft, your lips wrapped around me. I could feel your desire, your need.

I could feel my orgasm building, my body tensing as you brought me to the edge. I pulled away, my cock slipping out of your mouth. You looked up at me, your eyes filled with desire. I moved down your body, my lips capturing yours in a searing kiss.

"I want to fuck you," I whispered, my voice barely audible. You nodded, your body arching towards mine. I slipped my cock inside you, feeling you clench around me. I could feel your wetness, your body responding to my touch. I began to move, my cock sliding in and out of you.

I could feel your orgasm building, your body tensing as I brought you to the edge. Our breaths quickened, mingling in the stillness of the room. With a final, shuddering release, you trembled beneath me, your nails lightly digging into my skin. I followed shortly after, my body tightening with the rush of pleasure, holding you close as waves of warmth settled between us.

Slowly, I eased my body away, brushing my lips softly against your forehead. You sighed contentedly, eyes half-closed, a tender smile playing on your lips. I lingered a moment longer, memorizing the softness of your skin, the steady beat of your heart beneath my hand.

Careful not to disturb the fragile peace, I slipped out of bed and pulled the sheet up to cover you. The moonlight still cast its silver glow, bathing the room in quiet serenity.

I moved toward the door, each step measured and silent. Back in my room, the familiar warmth of my wife’s sleeping form welcomed me. I slid quietly beneath the covers, feeling the steady rhythm of her breath. My mind swirled with the night’s secret passion, a hidden fire that burned just behind the calm façade.

As I closed my eyes, I reached out, fingers brushing her cheek in the dark. The night held its secrets, and for now, they were mine alone.

You're lying on your stomach, basking in the warmth of the sun as it kisses your sunkissed skin. The beach is bustling with activity, but all you can focus on is the gentle lapping of the waves against the shore. Your mind is wandering, your body is tingling, and you can't help but feel a sense of anticipation building inside of you.

As if on cue, you feel a presence behind you. You glance over your shoulder and see a group of men, their eyes filled with desire as they take in the sight of your naked body. You bit your lower lip, a small smile playing on your lips as you realize what's about to happen.

"Fuck, you look good enough to eat," one of them says, his voice low and husky.

You moan softly as you feel his fingers tracing a path up your thigh, teasing you as they get closer and closer to your needy pussy. You spread your legs wider, inviting him in, and he doesn't hesitate. He plunges his fingers deep inside of you, and you cry out in pleasure as he begins to fuck you with them.

"Oh, fuck, yes," you gasp, your body writhing beneath him as he brings you closer and closer to the edge.

But he's not alone. Another man steps forward, his dick hard and ready. He grabs your tits, squeezing them roughly as he smacks them around. You cry out, the sensation sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body.

"You like that, don't you?" he growls, increasing the pace as he continues to spank your tits.

You can only nod, your breath coming in short, sharp gasps as you feel yourself on the brink of orgasm.

But just as you're about to tip over the edge, they flip you over. You're now on your back, your legs spread wide as they take turns fucking you. You're lost in a haze of pleasure, your body moving in time with theirs as they fill you up over and over again.

And then you see it - a camera. Someone's filming you, capturing every moment of your public debauchery. The thought of it sends you over the edge, your orgasm ripping through you like a tidal wave. You scream out, your body convulsing as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over you.

The men don't stop, they keep going, one after the other, until they all come, filling you up with their hot, sticky cum. You're panting, your body covered in a sheen of sweat as they all step back, spent.

You look up at the camera, a wicked smile on your lips.

"I hope you got a good show," you say, your voice dripping with satisfaction.

The camera pans out, capturing the group of men, all of them still hard, still ready.

"Oh, we did," a voice off-camera says, a hint of a challenge in his tone.

You laugh, your body still humming with pleasure.

"Well then, let's give them another show," you say, your eyes sparkling with mischief.

And with that, you spread your legs wide, inviting them back in.

Because when it comes to pleasure, you're always ready for more.

I pin you down onto the mattress, my strong hands gripping your wrists above your head. You struggle slightly, the excitement coursing through your veins making your heart race. I lean down, my lips brushing against your ear as I whisper, "You're my good little fucktoy, aren't you?"

You moan softly in response, your body going limp beneath me. I take this as a sign of submission, and I waste no time in taking advantage of the situation. My hands roam your body, exploring every inch of your bare skin. I can feel your nipples harden under my touch, and I can't help but smirk at your body's reaction to me.

"You like that, don't you?" I growl, my fingers tracing the outline of your pussy. You moan again, your hips bucking up to meet my touch. I can feel the wetness seeping through your folds, and I can't help but take a moment to appreciate the sight before me.

"Such a dirty little slut," I say, my fingers circling your clit. "Begging for it like this."

You whimper, your hips continuing to move in time with my fingers. I can feel your orgasm building, your muscles tensing beneath me. I quicken my pace, my fingers moving faster and faster against your clit.

"Come for me, you little fucktoy," I command, my teeth sinking into your shoulder. You cry out, your orgasm ripping through your body. I can feel you trembling beneath me, your muscles clenching around my fingers.

I pull my fingers out of you, bringing them to my mouth and sucking them clean. You watch me, your chest heaving as you try to catch your breath. I can see the desire in your eyes, and I know that you're not satisfied yet.

"Please," you beg, your voice hoarse from your orgasm. "I need more."

I smirk, my dick already hard and ready for you. I position myself at your entrance, my eyes locked with yours. I push inside of you, your wetness welcoming me in. I bottom out, my balls slapping against your ass.

"Fuck," I growl, my hips moving in time with yours. "You feel so good."

You moan, your hips meeting mine as I thrust into you. I can feel your nails digging into my back, your body begging for more. I lean down, my lips brushing against your ear again.

"Such a good little fucktoy," I whisper, my hips moving faster and faster. "Taking my dick like this."

You moan, your orgasm building again. I can feel your muscles tightening around me, your body begging for release. I reach down, my fingers finding your clit again. I rub circles around it, my hips still moving in time with yours.

"Come for me again," I command, my teeth sinking into your shoulder again. You cry out, your orgasm tearing through your body once again. I can feel you trembling beneath me, your muscles clenching around me as you come.

I follow shortly after, my orgasm ripping through my body. I can feel myself pulsing inside of you, my cum filling you up. I collapse on top of you, my breathing heavy as I try to catch my breath.

"Such a good little fucktoy," I whisper again, my lips brushing against your ear.

You smile, your body still trembling beneath me.

"I am your good little fucktoy," you agree, your voice hoarse.

I pull out of you, my cum leaking out of you. I can't help but smirk at the sight.

"I think you need a shower," I say, my voice teasing.

You blush, your body still trembling beneath me.

"I think you're right," you agree, your voice still hoarse.

I stand up, offering you my hand. You take it, your body still trembling as you stand up. I lead you to the shower, my arm around your waist.

"Such a good little fucktoy," I whisper again, my lips brushing against your ear.

You smile, your body still trembling beneath my touch.

"I am your good little fucktoy," you agree, your voice hoarse.

I turn on the shower, the hot water cascading down our bodies. I pull you close, my lips brushing against yours.

"And I am your master," I whisper, my lips brushing against yours.

You moan, your body pressing closer to mine.

"You’re my master," you agree, your voice hoarse

In the quiet of the night, I creep into your house, my heart pounding with anticipation. The thrill of the forbidden only heightens my desire for you, my slutty girl. I've been watching you for weeks, your every move, every breath, every sigh. I've memorized your routines, your likes, your dislikes. And tonight, I'm going to make you mine.

I find you in your bedroom, asleep and vulnerable. I approach you silently, my eyes never leaving your beautiful, slumbering form. I tie your wrists and ankles to the bedposts, ensuring you're completely at my mercy. Your eyes flutter open, confusion giving way to fear, then to arousal as you recognize me.

"You've been a bad girl, haven't you?" I whisper, my voice husky with desire. "You've been teasing me, making me want you. Now, it's time for you to pay the price."

I straddle you, my weight pinning you down. I can feel your heart racing, your breath hitching. I lean down, my lips brushing against your ear. "You're mine now," I growl. "And I'm going to make you come, over and over again."

I start with your neck, my lips and tongue exploring the soft, sensitive skin. I move down, my hands roaming over your body, feeling your curves, your softness. I cup your breasts, my thumbs teasing your nipples until they're hard and aching.

"Please," you beg, your voice a whimper. "Please, master."

I smile, my fingers moving down, finding your wetness. I slip a finger inside you, feeling you clench around me. I add another finger, then another, stretching you, preparing you. I can feel your arousal, your need.

"You're so fucking wet," I murmur, my voice filled with hunger. "You want this, don't you? You want me to fuck you."

"Yes," you gasp, your hips bucking against my hand. "Yes, please."

I withdraw my fingers, making you whimper with need. I position myself between your legs, my dick hard and throbbing. I tease your entrance, feeling you squirm beneath me. And then, with one hard thrust, I'm inside you.

You cry out, your body arching off the bed. I start to move, my thrusts slow and deep. I can feel you clenching around me, your body begging for release. I lean down, capturing your lips in a searing kiss. Our tongues dance, our breaths mingling.

I increase my pace, my thrusts becoming harder, faster. I can feel your orgasm building, your body tensing beneath me. I reach between us, my fingers finding your clit. I start to rub, my movements matching the rhythm of my thrusts.

"Come for me," I demand, my voice a growl. "Come for me, now."

You scream, your body shattering beneath me. I can feel you clenching around me, your orgasm milking my dick. But I'm not done yet. I pull out, flipping you over onto your stomach. I tie your hands to the headboard, ensuring you're completely helpless.

I enter you again, my thrusts hard and deep. I can feel your wetness coating my dick, your body trembling beneath me. I reach around, my fingers finding your clit again. I start to rub, my movements matching the rhythm of my thrusts.

"Again," I demand, my voice filled with lust. "Come for me, again."

And you do, your body shattering beneath me. I can feel your orgasm, your wetness coating my dick. I can feel my own orgasm building, my body tensing. And then, with one final thrust, I come, my orgasm filling you.

I collapse on top of you, our bodies slick with sweat. I untie your wrists, my fingers brushing against your skin. I can feel your heart racing, your breath hitching. I lean down, my lips brushing against your ear.

"You're mine now," I whisper, my voice filled with satisfaction. "And I'm never letting you go."

And with that, I roll off you, pulling you into my arms. I can feel your body relaxing, your breaths evening out. I can feel your heart, beating in sync with mine. And as we lay there, entwined in each other's arms, I know that I've found my perfect slut. And I'm never letting her go.

In the heart of the university, I strolled into your lecture hall, my presence commanding attention. The room fell silent, all eyes on me, the Master Dom. "Excuse me, everyone," I began, my voice echoing through the room. "This young woman here," I gestured towards you, "is my breeding cow whore. I've come to use her, and I invite you all to join me in her humiliation and degradation."

A collective gasp filled the room, but I saw the hunger in their eyes. They wanted to see the forbidden, to partake in the taboo. I turned to you, my submissive girl, and smirked. "Take off your clothes," I commanded, my voice firm and unyielding.

You hesitated for a moment, the reality of the situation setting in. But you knew better than to disobey me. You stood up, your hands trembling as you began to undress. The room watched in awe as your clothes fell to the floor, revealing your naked body.

"On your knees," I ordered, and you complied without question. I unzipped my pants, releasing my hard dick. "Suck," I commanded, and you obeyed, taking me into your mouth. The room watched as you pleasured me, your lips wrapped around my dick.

I looked around the room, meeting the eyes of the students and teachers. "Who wants to join?" I asked, and hands shot up. I chuckled, amused by their eagerness. "You," I pointed to a young man, "come here."

He approached, his eyes filled with lust. I gestured towards you. "She's all yours," I said, and he didn't hesitate. He dropped his pants and positioned himself behind you, entering you with a groan.

The room watched as you were used, your body a playground for our pleasure. I watched as the young man fucked you, his dick sliding in and out of your pussy. I could see the pleasure on your face, and it only made me harder.

"Switch," I commanded, and the young man pulled out. I took his place, entering you from behind. I could feel your pussy tighten around me as I thrust into you, the pleasure intense.

The room watched as we continued to use you, our dicks sliding in and out of your pussy and mouth. I could feel my orgasm building, and I knew I wouldn't last much longer. "Cum for me," I commanded, and you obeyed, your body shuddering as you came.

I pulled out, my dick covered in your juices. I turned to the room, my dick still hard. "Who's next?" I asked, and hands shot up once again. I chuckled, amused by their eagerness. "You," I pointed to a young woman, "come here."

She approached, her eyes filled with lust. I gestured towards you. "She's all yours," I said, and she didn't hesitate. She dropped to her knees, her mouth finding your pussy. The room watched as she pleasured you, her tongue flicking against your clit.

I watched as the young woman pleasured you, her tongue sliding in and out of your pussy. I could see the pleasure on your face, and it only made me harder. "Switch," I commanded, and the young woman pulled away. I took her place, my tongue replacing hers.

The room watched as I pleasured you, my tongue sliding in and out of your pussy. I could feel your body shuddering as you came, your juices coating my tongue. I stood up, my dick still hard.

"Who's next?" I asked, and hands shot up once again. I chuckled, amused by their eagerness. "You," I pointed to a young man, "come here."

He approached, his eyes filled with lust. I gestured towards you. "She's all yours," I said, and he didn't hesitate. He dropped his pants and positioned himself behind you, entering you with a groan.

The room watched as he fucked you, his dick sliding in and out of your pussy. I watched as he pleasured you, his dick thrusting into you. I could see the pleasure on your face, and it only made me harder.

"You've been a good girl, haven't you?" I say, looking you up and down as you stand naked in front of me. My friends are due to arrive any minute now, and I can't wait for them to see what a perfect little breeding cow you've become.

"Yes, master," you reply, your voice trembling with a mix of fear and excitement. I can see the wetness glistening between your legs, and I know you're ready for this.

The doorbell rings, and I call out for my friends to come in. They file into the living room, their eyes widening as they take in the sight of you, standing there on display like a piece of meat.

"Gentlemen, I'd like you to meet my new prize cow," I say, a proud smile on my face. "Feel free to inspect her holes and udders, and even milk her if you like. She's here for your enjoyment."

My friends waste no time in taking me up on my offer. They circle around you, poking and prodding at your body like you're a science experiment. One of them reaches out and pinches your nipple, eliciting a gasp from you. Another runs his hand up your thigh, stopping just short of your pussy.

I watch as they take turns milking you, your udders swelling and deflating with each pull. Your face is flushed with pleasure, your breath coming in short, sharp bursts.

"Enough," I say finally, my voice thick with desire. "It's time for the real fun to begin."

My friends waste no time in stripping off their clothes, their hard cocks springing free. They move towards you, surrounding you on all sides.

"You're ours now," one of them says, his hand wrapped around his dick. "We're going to fuck every one of your holes until you can't take it anymore."

You nod, your eyes wide with fear and excitement. I can see the wetness dripping down your legs, and I know you're ready for this.

They take turns fucking you, their cocks sliding in and out of your holes with ease. You moan and gasp with each thrust, your body trembling with pleasure.

I watch as they take turns filling you up, their cum dripping out of your holes and onto the floor. You're a mess of sweat and cum, your body glistening in the light.

Finally, they're spent. They pull out of you, their cocks glistening with your juices.

"You've been a good breeding cow," I say, running my hand over your sweaty forehead. "But now it's time for you to rest."

You nod, your body spent. I help you to the couch, wrapping a blanket around your trembling frame.

"Thank you, master," you whisper, your eyes fluttering closed.

I smile, watching as you drift off to sleep. My friends gather around me, clapping me on the back and congratulating me on my prize cow.

"She's a keeper," one of them says, his eyes lingering on your sleeping form.

I nod, feeling a sense of pride and satisfaction wash over me. You're mine, and I'll never let you go.

Picture this:

You’re on your knees in front of me before I leave for work, still aching from the night before. I grab your hair, tilt your head back, and say,

“You know what I expect, don’t you? Get on the bed. Spread those thighs. Master needs to leave his mark.”

And I do.

No teasing, no slow build — just my cock slamming into your soaked little hole, stretching you wide and deep, making you whimper and gasp as I take what’s mine.

I fuck you hard, fingers digging into your hips, using you like the perfect cum-dump you are, moaning low in your ear:

“You want to be full all day? You want to feel my cum dripping out of you while you’re at the store, on the bus, with your friends? Then take it. Take every drop like my good little slut.”

And when I finally cum — thick, deep, hot inside you — I don’t pull out.

I just stay there, pressed deep, feeling your pussy flutter around me as it tries to keep every last drop.

Then I kiss your forehead, pull out slowly, and watch it all start to spill down your thighs.

Just like you asked. Just like you need.

Now tell me, baby — do you want Master to make you clean it up with your tongue, or leave you dripping all day, panties ruined, brain fogged with lust?

Your choice… but either way, you’re not going anywhere without my cum inside you.

In the heart of our private sanctuary, the room was bathed in the soft glow of flickering candles, casting long, dancing shadows on the walls. The air was thick with anticipation and the sweet scent of your arousal. You knelt before me, naked and trembling, your eyes fixed on the floor, a picture of perfect submission.

"Look at you," I chuckled, my voice low and commanding, "on your knees, just where you belong." I reached out, my fingers tangling in your hair, pulling your head back so your eyes met mine. "You're mine tonight, aren't you?"

You nodded, your breath hitching as I tugged harder. "Yes, Master," you whispered, your voice trembling as much as your body.

I released you, my hand trailing down your cheek before I stepped back, my eyes never leaving yours. "Show me how much you want to please me," I ordered, my voice thick with desire.

Without hesitation, you crawled towards me, your movements slow and deliberate, your eyes never leaving mine. You stopped at my feet, your hands reaching out to undo the laces of my boots. I watched as you removed them, your fingers trembling slightly as you set them aside.

You looked up at me, your eyes wide and pleading. "May I, Master?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper. I nodded, my eyes never leaving yours as you leaned forward, your lips brushing against my bare feet.

You kissed and licked every inch of my feet, your tongue darting out to trace the lines and curves, your lips worshipping me with every touch. I felt a shiver run down my spine as your tongue dipped between my toes, your eyes never leaving mine.

"Good girl," I praised, my voice low and husky. "Now, show me how much you want to please me."

You moved up, your hands trailing up my legs, your lips following the path of your hands. You stopped at the waistband of my pants, your fingers fumbling with the button and zipper, your eyes never leaving mine. I watched as you pulled my pants down, my erection springing free, the tip glistening with pre-cum.

You looked up at me, your eyes wide and innocent, your lips parted in a silent plea. I nodded, my hand tangling in your hair once more, pulling you towards me. "Suck," I commanded, my voice thick with desire.

You didn't hesitate, your lips wrapping around my cock, your tongue swirling around the tip. I groaned, my hand tightening in your hair as you took me deeper, your throat constricting around me. You looked up at me, your eyes watering, your lips stretched around my cock.

I pulled you off, my hand guiding you down to my balls. "Worship them," I ordered, my voice thick with desire. You nodded, your lips wrapping around one ball, your tongue swirling around it before moving to the other.

I groaned, my hand tightening in your hair as you worshipped me, your lips and tongue working magic on my balls. I pulled you off, my hand guiding you back to my cock. "Suck," I commanded, my voice thick with desire.

You took me deep, your lips stretching around my cock, your tongue swirling around the tip. I groaned, my hand tightening in your hair as I thrust deeper into your mouth, my cock hitting the back of your throat.

I pulled you off, my hand guiding you back to my balls. "Worship them," I ordered, my voice thick with desire. You nodded, your lips wrapping around one ball, your tongue swirling around it before moving to the other.

I groaned, my hand tightening in your hair as you worshipped me, your lips and tongue working magic on my balls. I pulled you off, my hand guiding you back to my cock. "Suck," I commanded, my voice thick with desire.

You took me deep, your lips stretching around my cock, your tongue swirling around the tip. I groaned, my hand tightening in your hair as I thrust deeper into your mouth, my cock hitting the back of your throat.

I pulled you off, my hand guiding you down to my ass. "Worship me," I ordered, my voice thick with desire. You nodded, your lips and tongue working magic on my ass, your fingers teasing my hole.

I groaned, my hand tightening in your hair as you worshipped me, your lips and tongue working magic on my ass. I pulled you off, my hand guiding you back to my cock. "Fuck me," I commanded, my voice thick with desire.

You straddled me, your pussy hovering over my cock. I groaned as you lowered yourself onto me, your pussy stretching around my cock. You moaned, your eyes fluttering shut as you started to ride me, your hips moving in a slow, deliberate rhythm.

I groaned, my hands gripping your hips as I thrust up into you, my cock filling you completely. You moaned, your fingers digging into my chest as you rode me harder, your pussy tightening around me.

I groaned, my hands gripping your hips as I thrust up into you, my cock filling you completely. You moaned, your fingers digging into my chest as you rode me.

You walked into my office, your heart pounding in your chest, unsure of what to expect. You had been seeing me, Dr. Master, for a few months now, but today was different. I had scheduled a routine check-up, but as you took your seat, you noticed the breeding bench in the corner, gleaming under the clinical lights. I could see the confusion in your eyes, but I didn't let on.

"Just a routine check-up, my dear," I said, my voice dripping with a sweet venom. "Lie down on the bed, and we'll get started."

You hesitated for a moment, but the submissive in you took over. You lay down on the bed, your heart still pounding, as I secured your wrists and ankles with the leather straps. The cold metal of the speculum touched your inner thighs, and you gasped, your eyes wide.

"What's going on, Dr. Master?" you asked, your voice trembling.

"Just a little experiment, my dear," I said, my eyes gleaming with mischief. "You see, I've been wanting to breed you for a while now, and today seems like the perfect day."

You gasped, your eyes widening even more. "But, Dr. Master, I..."

"Hush, my dear," I said, cutting you off. "This is what you want, isn't it? To be bred, to be filled with my seed, to feel my dick deep inside you?"

You couldn't deny it. You had fantasized about this moment for weeks, your pussy aching for my touch, your body craving my dominance. You nodded, your breath hitching as I spread your legs wide and inserted the speculum.

The cold metal slid inside you, opening you up, exposing your wet pussy to the cool air. I could see the desire in your eyes, the need, the hunger. I leaned in, my breath hot on your skin, and whispered, "I'm going to fuck you, my dear. I'm going to fuck you until you can't take it anymore, until you beg me to stop."

You moaned, your body writhing beneath me, as I thrust my fingers inside you. You were so wet, so ready, and I could feel your pussy clenching around my fingers, begging for more. I pulled out, replacing my fingers with my dick, and thrust into you, hard and deep.

You screamed, your body arching off the bed, as I fucked you, my dick pounding into you, filling you up. You could feel my balls slapping against your ass, my dick hitting your cervix, and you knew that this was it, this was what you had been waiting for.

I could feel your pussy clenching around me, your orgasm building, and I thrust harder, faster, wanting to feel you come around my dick. You screamed, your body shaking, as you came, your pussy milking my dick, begging for my seed.

I groaned, my dick twitching inside you, as I came, filling you up with my seed. You could feel it, hot and wet, inside you, and you knew that you were mine, that you were bred.

I pulled out, my dick still hard, and you could see the cum dripping out of you, pooling on the breeding bench. You looked up at me, your eyes filled with desire, and I could see the question in them.

"Again?" I asked, a wicked grin spreading across my face.

You nodded, your body aching for more, for my touch, for my dominance. And as I slid my dick back inside you, you knew that this was just the beginning.

"Fuck, you're so tight," I groaned, my dick throbbing inside you. "I'm going to fill you up again, my dear. I'm going to breed you again and again, until you're overflowing with my seed."

You moaned, your body arching off the bed, as I fucked you, my dick pounding into you, filling you up. You could feel my balls slapping against your ass, my dick hitting your cervix, and you knew that this was it, this was what you had been waiting for.

I could feel your pussy clenching around me, your orgasm building, and I thrust harder, faster, wanting to feel you come around my dick. You screamed, your body shaking, as you came, your pussy milking my dick, begging for my seed.

I groaned, my dick twitching inside you, as I came, filling you up with my seed. You could feel it, hot and wet, inside you, and you knew that you were mine, that you were bred.

You're mine for the night, my submissive little pet. I can see the excitement in your eyes as you gaze up at me, your body already trembling with anticipation. You're naked, save for the collar around your neck, and I can't help but feel a surge of power and desire as I look at you.

"On your hands and knees, now," I command, and you obey without hesitation. I run my hands over your body, feeling your soft skin and the heat emanating from your core. "You're mine to do with as I please," I growl, and I can hear the wetness in your pussy as you moan in response.

I tease you for what feels like hours, my fingers and tongue exploring every inch of your body. I can feel your pleasure building, your moans growing louder and more desperate with each passing minute. And just as you're on the brink of release, I pull away, leaving you panting and begging for more.

"Please, master," you gasp, and I can't help but smile at your desperation. "Please let me cum."

"Not yet, my pet," I reply, my voice dripping with desire. "I'm not done with you yet."

I fill you up, load after load, until your womb is full of my seed. You're dripping with my essence, your pussy stretched and filled to the brim. And still, I don't stop. I can't get enough of you, of the way you moan and gasp as I fuck you, of the way your body trembles and shakes under my touch.

"You're mine," I growl, my fingers digging into your hips as I thrust into you. "Say it, my pet. Tell me you're mine."

"I'm yours, master," you gasp, your voice barely above a whisper. "I'm yours."

And with that, I let go. I fill you up one last time, my cock twitching as I empty myself inside you. You're a mess, your body slick with sweat and cum, and yet you look more beautiful than ever.

"Good girl," I murmur, my lips pressed against your ear. "Such a good little pet."

And as I pull out of you, leaving you filled with my seed, I can't help but feel a sense of satisfaction and pride. You're mine, and there's nothing more beautiful than that.

The night wears on, and we continue to explore each other's bodies. We fuck and we cum, our moans and gasps filling the room as we lose ourselves in each other. And as the sun begins to rise, I can't help but feel a sense of sadness. This has been a perfect night, one that I never want to end.

"I don't want this to end," I whisper, my lips pressed against your forehead.

"Then don't let it," you reply, your voice soft and sleepy. "Stay with me, master. Stay with me forever."

And so, I do. I stay with you, my submissive little pet, and we continue to explore each other's bodies and souls. We become one.

You're on your knees, naked and vulnerable, your hands bound behind your back with rough rope that digs into your skin. Your eyes are downcast, your long lashes brushing your cheeks as you await my next command. I can see the flush of arousal spreading across your chest, your nipples hardening into tight peaks. Your breath comes in shallow gasps, your breasts rising and falling with each ragged breath.

"You look so fucking hot like that," I growl, my voice heavy with desire. "Such a pathetic little slut, begging for my cock."

You whimper, your pussy growing wetter at my words. You're soaked, your arousal coating your thighs and dripping down your legs. I can smell your musky scent, and it's driving me wild.

"Please," you beg, your voice trembling. "Please, Master, fuck me. I need your cock inside me."

I chuckle, my dick throbbing in my pants. "Begging won't get you anywhere, whore. You need to earn my cock. You need to prove to me that you're worthy of it."

I step closer to you, my boots scraping against the floor. I reach down and tangle my fingers in your hair, pulling your head back so that you're looking up at me. I can see the desperation in your eyes, the need for release.

"Open your mouth," I command.

You obey without hesitation, your lips parting to reveal your pink tongue. I slide my dick between your lips, feeling the warmth of your mouth envelop me. You start to suck, your tongue swirling around my shaft as you take me deeper into your throat.

"That's it, whore. Suck my dick like the good little slut you are."

I fuck your mouth, my hips pistoning as I thrust in and out of your throat. You gag and choke, tears streaming down your face, but you don't stop. You keep sucking, your lips wrapped tightly around my dick as you take everything I give you.

"Enough," I finally say, pulling out of your mouth with a pop. "Get on all fours."

You comply, your body trembling with anticipation as you assume the position. I can see your wet pussy, glistening in the light, and I can't resist any longer. I position myself behind you, my dick poised at your entrance.

"Beg for it," I demand, my voice low and dangerous. "Beg for my cock, you dirty little whore."

"Please, Master," you gasp, your voice hoarse from sucking my dick. "Please, fuck my pussy. I need it so bad. I need you inside me."

I slide into you, feeling your tight walls grip me like a vice. You're so fucking wet, your pussy dripping with arousal as I fill you up. I start to fuck you, hard and fast, my balls slapping against your clit as I pound into you.

"You feel so good, whore," I growl, my hands gripping your hips as I fuck you harder and harder. "Your pussy is so tight, so fucking wet. You're such a dirty little slut."

You moan, your voice rising in pitch as you feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge. I can feel your pussy clenching around my dick, your muscles gripping me as you prepare to come.

"Not yet, whore," I command, my voice firm. "You don't come until I say so."

I pull out of you, leaving you panting and gasping for breath. I flip you over, your body splayed out before me like a feast. I spread your legs wide, exposing your wet, swollen pussy.

"Beg for it," I command again, my voice low and dangerous. "Beg for my cock, you dirty little whore."

"Please, Master," you gasp, your voice hoarse from begging. "Please, fuck me. I need it so bad. I need you inside me."

I slide back into you, feeling your tight walls grip me once again. I start to fuck you, hard and fast, my hips pistoning as I thrust in and out of you. You moan and whimper, your voice rising in pitch as you feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge.

"Now, whore," I command, my voice low and dangerous. "Come for me. Come on my cock."

You explode, your orgasm ripping through you like a tidal wave. Your pussy clenches around my dick, your muscles gripping me as you come hard. I follow you over the edge, my own orgasm crashing through me like a tidal wave. I fill you up, my cum flooding your pussy as I come hard.

I pull out of you, leaving you panting and gasping for breath. You're a mess, your body covered in sweat and cum, your pussy dripping with arousal. But you're smiling, your face flushed with pleasure and satisfaction.

"Thank you, Master," you gasp, your voice hoarse from begging. "Thank you for fucking me. It was so good."

In the heart of our private sanctuary, where the scent of your desire permeates the air, I stand before you, my submissive girl. Your body, a canvas of unbridled lust, trembles with anticipation. Your eyes, filled with a mix of fear and longing, meet mine.

"Take a deep breath, my sweet. You know what's coming," I whisper, my voice dripping with dominance. Your breath hitches, your chest rising and falling rapidly. I can see the goosebumps on your skin, a testament to your arousal.

I trace my fingers along your collarbone, down to the valley between your breasts, and then lower still, until I reach the soft mound between your legs. You gasp as I cup you, feeling your warmth and wetness seep through the thin fabric of your panties.

"So ready for me, aren't you?" I smirk, pressing my fingers against your clit through the fabric. You moan, your body arching into my touch. I chuckle, enjoying the power I hold over you.

With a swift motion, I tear your panties off, exposing your dripping pussy to the cool air. You whimper, but I silence you with a kiss, my tongue delving into your mouth, tasting your sweetness.

"I'm going to eat you now, my dear. Every inch of you," I murmur against your lips, my hands roaming over your body. I kneel before you, my face level with your sex. I inhale deeply, savoring your scent.

I spread your lips open, revealing your pink, glistening flesh. I lean in, my tongue darting out to taste you. You shudder, your hands fisting in my hair as I lick and suck at your clit.

"Fuck, master," you moan, your legs trembling. I chuckle, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure through you. I continue my assault, my tongue delving into your pussy, tasting your sweet nectar.

I pull back, my face glistening with your juices. I look up at you, my eyes filled with hunger. "You taste so fucking good, my sweet. But I want more."

I turn you around, your ass presented to me like a feast. I knead your cheeks, spreading them apart to reveal your tight, puckered hole. I lean in, my tongue flicking against your asshole.

You gasp, your body tensing. "Relax, my dear. I'm going to fuck you here too," I murmur, my tongue continuing its assault. You moan, your body relaxing as I tongue your ass.

I stand up, my hard cock pressing against your ass. I reach around, my fingers finding your clit. I rub circles around it as I slide my cock into your pussy. You moan, your body shuddering with pleasure.

"So fucking tight, my dear. You were made for me," I groan, thrusting into you. You push back against me, your body craving more. I oblige, my thrusts becoming more forceful.

I pull out of your pussy, my cock dripping with your juices. I line it up with your ass, slowly pushing in. You moan, your body tensing at the intrusion. I still, letting you adjust to my size.

Once you're ready, I start to move, my thrusts slow and deep. You moan, your body shuddering with pleasure. I reach around, my fingers finding your clit again. I rub circles around it as I fuck your ass.

"Come for me, my dear. Let me feel you come on my cock," I groan, my thrusts becoming more frantic. You moan, your body tensing as your orgasm builds.

With a cry, you come, your body shuddering with pleasure. I groan, your orgasm pushing me over the edge. I come, filling your ass with my cum.

I pull out, my cum dripping from your ass. I turn you around, capturing your lips in a deep kiss. "You're mine, my dear. Every inch of you," I murmur, my hands roaming over your body.

You smile, your body sated. "Yes, master. I'm all yours."

Thought I was getting a ride.. but i got raped on my way home >^< ~

Haii I’m back~ :3

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