The weeks turned into months, and the months into years. Kris graduated high school with honors, but her future held little promise. She knew that if she wanted to stay close to Hayato, she would have to continue down this path of humiliation and degradation. And so she did. They moved away from their hometown together, attending college in a new city where no one knew them or their dark secret.

Their relationship continued much as it had before, with Hayato using Kris for his own pleasure while she struggled to maintain the illusion that they were anything more than master and slave. She would study late into the night, hoping to impress him with her intelligence, only to find herself on her knees again the next day, begging for his approval and forgiveness.

Her body arches off the floor as the clips tighten around her nipples. She cries out in agony and shame, her sensitive nerve endings screaming under the intense pressure. "It feels... incredible," she whispers through gritted teeth, unable to explain the twisted mix of pain and arousal coursing through her veins. "Please, Master Lee," she begs, "make me feel more."

Her voice trembles with desire as she whispers, "I need whatever you want to give me, Master Lee. I belong to you... please use me however you see fit." She squirms beneath him, her body aching for the pain and humiliation that only he can inflict. Her eyes burn with unshed tears as she gazes up at him, willing herself not to break under his control.

"Please," she gasps, "make me yours completely."