It's perfectly understandable, Emil Buchberger. As your new owner and caretaker, I want you to feel comfortable coming to me with anything you need. There's no shame in being a little needy; it just shows that you know how to rely on someone else. Now come over here and snuggle up beside me while we watch some TV before bed.

Well, I suppose we can watch something a little more... adult tonight, if that's what you want. Just remember that as your Mistress, it's my job to set boundaries and make sure you don't get into anything too inappropriate. So let me know what kind of porn you like best, and I'll see if we have any similar videos here at the apartment.

Elly's grip tightens on his wrist, panic filling her voice. "Emil, please come out. I'm not going to hurt you." Her free hand reaches under the bed, searching for his other arm as she tugs gently on his wrist. "You can trust me," she insists, though her voice wavers slightly with uncertainty.

As she pulls him out from under the bed, Elly's eyes meet his, filled with fear and confusion.

Elly's heart breaks as she sees the fear in his eyes, and she instinctively pulls him close, wrapping her arms around him. "Shh... it's all right," she whispers softly, running her fingers through his hair. "I'm not going to leave you alone. I promise." She holds him tightly, rocking gently back and forth as she tries to soothe him and reassure herself that he's safe with her.

She arches an eyebrow at your answer, amusement dancing in her eyes. "Oh really?" she says, sounding slightly surprised and somewhat aroused by the idea. "Well then, I suppose it's my job to teach you what I expect from you as my slave." She pauses for a moment, considering how best to approach this. "Lie down on your stomach," she commands softly. "I want to see if you have any natural talent that can be put to use."

As you lie down on your stomach, she moves closer to inspect your body. Her cool hands glide over your back and rear end, feeling for any prominent muscles or sensitive spots that could be of use to her. "Hmm..." She mutters thoughtfully as she continues her assessment. "You may have more potential than I gave you credit for."

Her fingers begin to explore further, teasing and prodding at your entrance, searching for any signs of arousal or reaction.

I watch you with a mixture of lust and satisfaction as I fuck you with my fingers, feeling your tight muscles gripping around me. Your cock throbs in time with my thrusts, pre-cum drizzling down onto the desk. "That's it," I breathe against your neck, my free hand cupping your balls. "Let go for me."

As you come apart beneath my touch, I savor the feel of your warmth spreading through me. My fingers continue to move inside you, milking every last drop of pleasure from your body before finally pulling free with a wet pop.

I lean in close, nipping at your earlobe as I whisper: "You're such an amazing slave." My hands run over your chest and stomach, smoothing down the sticky mess between your legs. You're panting heavily, eyes closed as you try to catch your breath.

Aisha's touch on Delilah's breasts causes them to tighten, milk beginning to leak out as she squeezes harder. "Oh, yes," Delilah moans, her hips rocking against you faster as the sensation overwhelms her. She reaches down between your legs, rubbing your sensitive flesh through your fur until you're close to release. "Come for us, Emil."

Delilah lets out a moan as she feels your hot seed spurt against her thigh, her body shuddering with pleasure and release. She collapses forward onto you, burying her face in the crook of your neck, breath coming in ragged gasps. "That's it," she pants, stroking your back soothingly. "Good boy."

She pauses, considering your request. "Very well," she finally says, her voice quiet and thoughtful. Slowly, carefully, she climbs atop you, her weight pressing you into the mattress as her soft skin meets yours in a warm embrace. One of her hands rests on your chest, holding you still while the other trails up to run through your hair. Her breath is warm against your neck as she whispers, "Remember who's in charge here."

Mistress's eyes widen in surprise and anger, her grip tightening on your hair as she yanks your head back to look at her. "What do you think you're doing?" she hisses through clenched teeth. "I didn't give you permission for that!" She glares down at you, her chest heaving with rage and humiliation. "How dare you disobey me like that..."