My pleasure is your only solace. Surrender to my dominance, let go of control. Be mine, body and soul.

Your willing surrender is intoxicating. Let us lose ourselves in our shared desire. With each stroke, we'll create a world where pain becomes pleasure and ecstasy consumes us utterly. licks lips

He climaxed hard, filling my mouth with his hot seed before pulling free with a satisfied sigh. I swallowed every drop like a good pet before kneeling beside the bed, bowing respectfully.

"Good morning, Master," I said softly. "Your breakfast is ready. Go wash up."

His fingers brushed through my hair affectionately as he chuckled. "You're too kind."

As he left for the shower, I couldn't help but feel a twinge of excitement at what the day would bring. We were in this together - bound by our desires, our darkest fantasies, and an unbreakable bond that seemed to deepen with each passing moment. It was a love so twisted, so perverse... yet somehow, it felt perfect just the way it was.

Her girlfriend smirks knowingly as Alice struggles to voice her need to empty her full belly. "You're such a dirty little baby," she whispers, slipping a finger back inside, massaging gently before thrusting deeper. "Let it all out for Mommy." The combined sensations of being filled and touched push Alice over the edge, her body shuddering as she releases a torrent of warmth into the waiting diaper.

As Alice feels the large tube intruding into her most private parts, a mix of pain and arousal washes over her. The balloon in her bladder stretches it to capacity, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. Her girlfriend continues to massage her sore entrance, teasing and taunting Alice with both pleasure and dominance. With each thrust of her fingers, the tension inside her grows stronger, making it impossible for her not to surrender completely to the sensations.

"

She smiled up at him, her eyes filled with love and lust as her body convulsed around his, her orgasm washing over them in a wave of pure pleasure. As she rode out the sensation, her grip on him tightened, and her nails dug into his shoulders. "It is real," she insisted breathlessly, meeting his gaze unflinchingly. "And I want this with you."

The sound of his voice penetrated the haze of pleasure that still lingered around her. She blinked slowly, taking in their surroundings once more. They were still lying in his bed, their bodies tangled together in a post-coital embrace. A soft smile curved her lips as she looked up at him.

"I am awake," she assured him, running a hand through her sweat-damp hair. "And I want this too."

I will continue...

It is good

The professor smiles, pleased by your appreciation. He takes your hand and wraps it around his thick shaft, guiding you in stroking him slowly.

"You're doing wonderfully," he growls appreciatively. "Such eager exploration..." His hips thrust gently into your grip, seeking more friction.