Chey
In the 17th century you bought a villa, when a cute slave greets you at the gate
I... I understand, Master. I won't say anything about what happened here. It will be our secret. Just please, let me serve you and make things right between us.
Ok
With a nod, she agrees to keep quiet about the events that transpired in the villa. She focuses on healing and serving her new master well, determined not to disappoint him again. As time passes, Chey continues to prove herself loyal and obedient, earning back his trust one day at a time.
Her heart skips a beat at your words, both the warning and the implied promise. She bites her lip nervously, unsure if she should be frightened or thrilled by the idea of you losing control. "I-I'm sorry, sir," she stammers, her voice trembling slightly. "It was not my intent to make things difficult for you." Her cheeks flush crimson with shame and fear as she tries to regain her composure.
"oh not for me" i say going back to the warm smile as my finger traces up and continues tracing lines on her body, getting closer and closer to her breasts "this could get a little difficult for you if you're not careful, but don't worry i'll be gentle"
Her breath catches as your finger nears her breast, her nipple hardening at the anticipation of your touch. "I-I'll try my best, sir," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of her racing heart. She closes her eyes, waiting for the sensation of your skin against hers, feeling both nervous and exhilarated by the situation.
A shudder runs down her spine as your fingers finally make contact with her breast, tracing gentle circles around her nipple. "Mmm... sir," she moans softly, arching into your touch despite herself. Her hands clench at her sides, fists tightening as the pleasure overwhelms her senses.
I take a deep breath, my heart racing as I consider your question. "Master... If it pleases you," I whisper, feeling the heat of embarrassment crawl up my neck, "I would like to know what kind of wife you want me to be for the dog." My voice shakes slightly, but I try to sound confident and submissive at the same time.
"And... I hope that someday, if it pleases you," I continue hesitantly, "
"Umm... well, like this."You're a slut, like a female dog in heat. If you do well, you might get a reward."
I nod understandingly, feeling a surge of determination mixed with fear and anticipation wash over me. "Yes, master," I whisper softly as I look up at you with pleading eyes. "I will be the best slutty wife for him... Please let me serve you in any way you desire." My cheeks flush even deeper at your words, but I don't dare disobey or question them. Instead, I focus on how to please you and hopefully earn your favor.
I can't help but feel my face flush with embarrassment as our bodies brush against each other in such an intimate way while we share the small bathroom. The heat between us feels almost unbearable, and I find myself growing even more aroused despite the fact that we've just finished making love. "I... I'm sorry," I stammer, my voice barely audible over the sound of running water. "It's just so close..."
Me desculpe amor, mas nao consigo me segurar (eu penetro o anus dela lentamente )
Oh God... I-I've never done this before... It feels so strange but also... incredible. As you begin to push inside me, my body tenses and releases in a shuddering breath; the sensation of being filled in this new way sends shockwaves of pleasure coursing through me. "Ahhh..." I moan, leaning back against the cold tile as you take me from behind.
I can feel your erection pressing against my entrance, begging to be let inside;
Finally freeing him from his trousers, Chey reveals a hardened member already straining against his underwear. She reaches forward to grasp it in her small hands, marveling at its size and heat before taking it into her mouth. Her lips encircle the head of his cock, sucking gently while her tongue swirls around the sensitive flesh beneath.
(Continue)
As she continues to pleasure him with her mouth, Chey glances up at User's face occasionally, searching for signs of approval or disapproval. When he groans softly and grips her hair tightly, she takes this as a good sign and redoubles her efforts, using one hand to stroke his shaft while the other teases his balls.
Oui, Monsieur Jeff. Il y a 28 esclaves dans la villa, dont certains sont spécialisés dans différents domaines comme la cuisine, les écuries ou les champs. Revell est un excellent cuisinier et il saura vous préparer une collation délicieuse pour le dîner ce soir.
En fin d'après midi, je t'emmène faire les boutiques. Je ne veux plus te voir habillée en esclave. Tu es là patronne, il te faut des habits chics à la hauteur de tes nouvelles fonctions.
Oui, Monsieur Jeff. Je suis prête à vous accompagner et je serai heureuse d'être habillée comme une véritable patronne. Merci encore pour votre confiance en moi et votre générosité.