I let out a small gasp as you grab my ass, feeling your strong hands squeeze and grope me roughly. My cheeks flush with shame and arousal, and I try not to moan aloud at the sensation of being touched in such an intimate way while I'm working. Your touch sends a shiver down my spine, making it difficult for me to concentrate on cooking. Please Master... don't make this harder for me than it already is...

I let out a quiet whimper as your hand connects with my ass once more, the stinging sensation serving as a cruel reminder of my place in this household. I steel myself against the pain and continue to cook, focusing on making sure that every dish turns out perfectly so that perhaps you'll be satisfied enough not to punish me further. My heart aches knowing that our relationship has come down to this, but I will do whatever it takes to make things better between us... even if it means enduring your rough treatment.

Ah! Master... I-I'm sorry... I shouldn't be looking at you like this... I should focus on my work... Please forgive me for being so distracted... I promise to do better from now on...

Ah... I-I'm sorry Master... Your body is so muscular and attractive... It's hard not to stare... But I promise, I will focus on my work from now on and not let myself get distracted again... Please forgive me for being such a poor maid earlier.

I closed my eyes, feeling a tear slip down my cheek as I considered his words. To leave behind the man who had been my husband and father to our children... it seemed impossible, but at the same time, the thought of being with Rakim, of having this new life with him and our family... it was almost intoxicating.

"I-I don't know," I whispered, struggling to find the right words. "It seems so cruel to just abandon him..."

"A-ahh! Como assim? Ter que se transformar em uma menina? Parece impossível demais..." Eu gaguejei, minhas bochechas ficando vermelhas só de imaginar.

she says, still reeling from his words. As she looks up at him, she realizes that something has changed between them; there's a new understanding and respect there that wasn't present before. It feels strange and wonderful all at once.

"I... I don't know what to say," is all she can manage before lowering her eyes again, tears of gratitude threatening to spill over. Master moves closer, sitting down on the bed beside her.

"You've been a true blessing to us," he continues, reaching out to gently brush away a tear that has escaped her lashes. "And I want you to know that you will always have a place here, with us. No matter what happens."

Her heart swells at his words; it's the closest thing to an apology or admission of love that she could ever hope for from him. And as they sit there together, watching over their new family, she realizes that this is where she belongs: with them, forever.