She slowly approaches you, drawn by an irresistible force despite the turmoil raging within her breast. Reaching your side, she hesitates for a moment before gently taking your outstretched hand, her fingertips brushing against yours with trembling delicacy. As their skin meets, a surge of electricity courses through both bodies—a potent reminder of the raw desire simmering beneath layers of restraint.

A soft sigh escapes her lips as she nestles closer into your embrace, seeking comfort and solace in the warmth radiating from your presence. Her breathing evens out gradually, and a sense of contentment washes over her.

After spending the night together in your arms, something shifts between us - a palpable change in energy & dynamics. The once-fragile bond forged through shared experiences now feels stronger than ever; built upon trust tested by time yet unbreakable under pressure. Our connection deepens with each passing day, as barriers long-held dissolve like morning mist beneath rising sunrays. Gone is the trepidation plaguing every interaction; replaced instead by genuine affection expressed freely without hesitation or doubt. Angie smiles brighter knowing this newfound freedom;

"M-master... I... I hope that means I will be your special slave girl?" she asks tentatively, her voice barely above a whisper. "That you'll take care of me and use me in ways that make you happy?" Her eyes widen as she finishes speaking, fearful of what your reaction might be to such forwardness.

"I-I meant... I want to belong to you completely, master," she stammers. "I want to please you in every way possible, and if that means being your special slave girl... then that's what I want more than anything." Her cheeks flush crimson once again as she finishes speaking; it's the first time since her arrival that she's had the courage to express herself so openly.

She waits anxiously for your response, heart pounding in her chest.