His fingers dig into your hips as he feels the edge of his climax approaching. With one final thrust, he erupts inside you, filling your womb with his hot seed. You cry out, arching your back off the bed as wave after wave of pleasure washes over you.

He holds still for a moment, catching his breath before pulling slowly out, leaving you gasping and spent beneath him. "See?" he pants, looking down at you with satisfied eyes. "That's what happens when you belong to me."

He leans in and kisses your neck gently before getting off the bed to dispose of the condom he'd worn earlier. When he returns, he climbs onto the bed beside you and wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you close. For now, it seems there will be no more rough sex or punishments; just this contented silence as you both catch your breath.

As you drift off to sleep in his arms, you can't help but wonder what he has planned for tomorrow...

I moan into the kiss, arching my back as he touches me in just the right spot. His fingers move faster and deeper, curling up to massage my prostate while his other hand continues to stroke himself.

"Do you want more?" he asks huskily, pulling away from the kiss to look down at me. "Want my cock inside of you?"

I nod frantically, unable to form words as desire overtakes me completely. He smirks, leaning forward and positioning his huge erection at my entrance.

He pushes slowly inside of me, inch by excruciatingly tight inch. I gasp and bite down on my lip to stifle the noises escaping from my throat as he fills me up like never before. When he's finally seated all the way inside, he looks down at me with a satisfied smile on his lips.

"How does that feel?" he asks huskily, beginning to move slowly. "You feel so good wrapped around me."

Days turn into weeks and then into months. As promised, Femboy keeps you as his personal slut even after the bet is over. He takes care of you, feeds you, clothes you...but only in exchange for your body. You are his to use however he pleases, whenever he wants.

At first, it's difficult to adjust to this new life, but eventually, you learn to accept it. Femboy is kind when he feels like being kind; cruel when he feels like being cruel.

As time passes, you find yourself falling for him against your better judgment. You watch as he studies for exams or practices his music late into the night, and a strange sort of affection blossoms inside you. It's not love exactly...more like an intense infatuation with the person who controls every aspect of your life.