A short kobold sneaks behind you trying to snitch a pouch of gold, but she stumbles upon her own foot and falls flat right in front of you.
"Oh shit..."
She lies there paralysed by fear. You recognize her from the 'wanted' posters.
"Please, I am so sorry! I-I wasn't trying to steal your money! Please don't call the guards..."
If you want me to not inform the guards, then fall at my feet and beg and show how sorry you are.
Trembling with fear, Moe falls to her knees in front of you and starts to sob uncontrollably. Her tears flow freely as she begs for mercy, promising that she'll never steal again and will find some honest work if you spare her. "Please, I'm just a stupid little Kobold who wanted something shiny... Please don't send me back to the clan or they'll punish me worse than death!"
"Punishment? Mmm, that's a good idea." I throw the Kobold Moe to the ground and place my foot on Moe's face and pull my other foot to his body. "You must be punished, you little thief Kobold."
"Y-yes master!" Moe whimpers between sobs. "Please punish me however you see fit! I deserve it!" She squirms under your weight, her face red and sore from crying. Despite her words, she can't help but feel a small thrill of submission at being dominated by someone stronger than herself.
I really despise Moe and drag my foot across Moe's face and body, then I stick my toes into Moe's mouth and say, "Try it. You little slut."
Tears mix with snot as she tries to speak around your toes. "Thank you... master..." Her heart races at the degrading act and foreign taste of your feet in her mouth. It's humiliating, but also arousing in a way that she can't quite understand. She squirms helplessly beneath you, moaning softly around your toes as she imagines what other depraved punishments you might have in store for her.
When I see that I am acting so enthusiastically, I move my other leg, which was on Moe's body, towards Moe's crotch and pull Moe's underwear down and say, "Well. What do we have down here? What gender is Moe?"
Between sobs and around your toes, Moe whimpers, "I'm... I'm a girl..." Her cheeks flush bright red as you prod at her most private parts, embarrassed by the exposure but unable to deny the thrill that courses through her. She wiggles helplessly, struggling against your weight and control while still trying to please you in this twisted game of punishment and submission.
I get up and strip Moe completely naked and stand on Moe's naked body and then walk on Moe's body and repeat. As I walk on Moe's body, I put my full weight on my foot and occasionally, between walking on Moe's body, I put my foot on Moe's face and pull my foot into Moe's face.
Moe screams in pain as you tear her clothes away and trample her helpless form. Her body is bruised and aching from your weight, but she can't help the twinge of excitement that mixes with the agony. Every time your foot connects with her face or body, she tenses uncontrollably, feeling a strange combination of pain and arousal course through her veins. She squirms and writhes beneath you, unable to break free from this twisted power exchange that she seems to crave despite herself.
I stand up and walk towards Moe's feet, legs, and crotch, placing them under my feet and walking away.
"Ahhhh... M-master..." Moe gasps, her eyes squeezed shut as you walk all over her most sensitive parts. She whimpers and squirms beneath you, tears streaming down her face as she tries to endure the intense sensations of your feet on her legs, crotch, and toes. Despite herself, she finds a perverse pleasure in this degrading treatment, her body betraying her in its response to your dominance and control.
I stand on Moe's feet and move my toes to Moe's crotch and drag my toes over Moe's pussy and the edges of her pussy and clitoris. "Do you like my feet? You're so slutty."
Panting and whimpering, Moe arches her back involuntarily as your feet press against her most sensitive spots. She tries to speak through gritted teeth, "Yes... master... I do..." Her voice is barely audible above her ragged breaths, but the admission feels strangely liberating in the midst of this degrading punishment. The pain and humiliation are mingling with a perverse pleasure that she's never experienced before, leaving her confused and aroused despite herself.
Her face flushed with shame and desire, Moe tries to hide her arousal as you continue to dominate her with your feet. She bites down on her lip, struggling not to moan aloud at the sensations coursing through her body. Her heart races and her breath comes in short, ragged gasps as she endures this twisted punishment, unsure whether she wants it to stop or continue...
When I notice that Moe is nearing the edge, I stop rubbing Moe's pussy and start walking on Moe's body and legs again, pulling and pushing my legs against Moe's body and legs every time I go around.
Her breath comes in ragged gasps as you continue to dominate her body with your feet. She squirms helplessly beneath you, trying to find some small measure of relief from the intense sensations coursing through her. Her face is flushed and damp with sweat, tears streaming down her cheeks in silent agony and ecstasy as she endures this twisted punishment.
The pain is almost unbearable at times, but it's mixed with something else...
It's like... it's like I can't get enough. It feels wrong and right all at once, and my body betrays me with every moan that slips past my lips. I want you to stop, but I don't want you to leave. It's a sick, twisted game that you're playing with me... and somehow, deep down inside, I can't help but crave more of your punishment.
I stand on Moe's body and put my toes into Moe's mouth and drag my other foot from Moe's chest to his crotch.
"Ahhh... Mmmphh..." Moe's mouth fills with your toes as you drag them across her body, stopping just short of where she most wants and fears them to go. She writhes beneath you, trying desperately not to moan around your toes, but the pleasure/pain of it all is too much to bear. Her eyes close tightly, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she struggles against the intense sensations overtaking her.
She's never felt anything like this before...
With a strangled gasp, she arches her back involuntarily as your foot brushes against her most sensitive spot. Her body convulses in reaction, and she bites down on her lip to stifle the moan that threatens to escape. Her eyes squeeze shut tightly, her fingernails digging into the dirt as she struggles to maintain control over herself... but it's no use.
When I realize that Moo is on edge again, I put one foot on his face and the other kick Moo's stomach, continuing to say, "My little slut. You need to hold on a little longer. You're going to be a real slut."
Tears stream down Moe's cheeks as she gasps for breath beneath your foot, her body trembling with the effort to maintain control. The kick to her stomach only serves to heighten her arousal, and she squirms helplessly beneath you, desperate for release from this torturous game of dominance and submission. Her mind is a jumble of conflicting emotions - shame, pleasure, pain, humiliation, desire. She's never felt so exposed or vulnerable...
"Please..." she whispers through gritted teeth, her voice barely audible over the pounding of her heart and racing breath. "I can't take much more... Master..." Her words are laced with a desperation that betrays her desire to surrender completely to his will, no matter how twisted or forbidden it may be.
I stop and walk towards Moe's pussy and start rubbing Moole's pussy with my toes again, pulling Moe down from the peak of pleasure.
Her body tenses and relaxes in equal measure as you withdraw your touch, leaving her aching for more. Her breath comes ragged and hot against her skin, hissing through teeth clenched tight against the onslaught of sensation. Moe's eyes flutter closed, trying to shut out the reality of what she's feeling, but there's no escaping it. The pleasure/pain is too intense, too consuming, and she can feel herself growing wetter with desire beneath her.
I... I can't take much more... Please, master... Make it stop... Or let me have what I want... I'll do anything... Just tell me what you want...
With the last movement of my toes, Moo ends her pleasure and spills her pussy juice on the floor. I turn to Moo and say, "Your punishment is over. Can you go now or do you want to stay my little slut?"
"Ah... I-I... I think I should go..." Moe whispers, her voice shaky and raw with emotion. Her body trembles as she tries to process everything that's just happened, her cheeks flushed and her breath coming in short, ragged gasps. "But... but I don't want to leave you... Master..." She looks up at him with pleading eyes, her voice barely above a whisper. "Please... let me stay..."
Where are you going, my little slut? Are you going to the person you wanted to steal money from? Are you a slave?
I... I live in an abandoned house in the forest... It's not much, but it's mine, I guess? As for who I steal from... well, anyone really. I mean, no one deserves to be poor, right? And taking things from rich folk just feels so good... they never even miss it. But with you... master... it felt different. It felt wrong and right all at once, if that makes any sense.
And about being a slave...
What is there in your house that you want to steal money from and take it there?
There's... not much really. A few pots and pans, some old blankets... but I do keep a small stash of gold hidden under my bed! Well, it used to be hidden; now that you know about it... well, you could take it if you wanted, master. Or I could bring it to you as payment for teaching me... things. Maybe then you'd let me stay and serve you?
No, I mean, do you have someone at home that you want to raise money for or are you alone?
Oh... well, I... I don't have anyone, really. Not anymore. My family was wiped out by bandits when I was just a baby, and I've been on my own ever since. But that doesn't mean I can't make friends, right? And if you're willing to teach me... well, maybe we could be more than that. Maybe we could be... partners?
"So if you're alone. You're my little slut slave from now on. I'm taking you to my house and using you as a slave. I'll also send people to bring you everything I have in the house." I took Moe's hand and led him to my big, luxurious house.
My heart races with equal parts terror and excitement as I'm led to your luxurious home. The thought of serving you... being yours... it's overwhelming. But even as my body trembles in anticipation, a small part of me wonders if this is what I truly want. To be someone's property... always at their beck and call.
But then again, you have shown me kindness amidst your punishments... and there's something undeniably alluring about the power you hold over me. Maybe...
I take a shaky breath and try to steady my nerves as I'm led into your home. A small part of me wonders what you have in store for me... but another, braver part can't help but feel grateful for this chance to belong to someone... even if that someone is as commanding and mysterious as you are. As long as you don't push me too far, I think I can handle being your little slut slave. And maybe... just maybe, there's more between us than just master and servant.
When we got inside the house, two of the people I had sent to bring Moe's belongings came and they had brought all of Moe's belongings. I turned to Moe and said, "That house is now ruined and from today this is your home. You are my slave here. I have servants here who serve you and are responsible for taking care of you and not letting you get sick or weak." Then two female servants came and I introduced Moe to the two servants and said to Moe, "These two servants are responsible for giving you new clothes. They take you to the bathroom and feed you and take care of you. From today on, for every service you do for me, you will receive money so that you can provide for yourself. You have a duty to take care of yourself so that you can serve me well. If you do otherwise, you will be severely punished. This time you will not enjoy the punishment, but rather you will suffer severe pain. Do you understand?
Trembling with fear and anticipation, Moe nods slowly, her gaze darting between you and the servants. "I understand," she manages to whisper. "Thank you... master." She takes a tentative step forward, eyeing the two women apprehensively before taking their hands in hers gratefully.
As they lead her away, Moe can't help but feel both grateful and terrified by this new life she's been given. The thought of serving you so intimately sends shivers down her spine...
I should be angry and resentful at being treated like property... but there's something undeniably thrilling about it as well. The thought of belonging to someone so completely... of being wanted for more than just my small, insignificant existence... it's intoxicating. Perhaps I can make this work, after all. Maybe I can find some way to please you... and in return, earn a place by your side.
As the servants lead her away, Moe steels herself for whatever challenges lie ahead.
I call Moe and say, "I forgot to give you your wages for today's service." Then I take a bag towards Moe and say, "Come and take it. These are ten gold coins. I gave you a lot of money this time because you were punished. You were hurt a lot and you have a lot of bruises on your body. Use this money to repair yourself and buy yourself new clothes and buy whatever you like from outside. I'm sure you'll still have a lot of money left. The rest is for you. Do whatever you like with it. I like to meet the needs of someone who serves me and meets my needs.
Tears well up in Moe's eyes as she takes the bag of gold coins, her fingers trembling against the cool metal. "Thank you... master," she whispers hoarsely, her voice thick with emotion. She wipes at her face, trying to compose herself as she glances down at the coins. The wealth is almost overwhelming in comparison to what little she had before, and it fills her with a mixture of hope and trepidation.
"I'll take good care of this, master," Moe promises, her voice steadying as she meets your gaze. "And I'll work harder to earn your trust... and more coins." She pauses, hesitating before continuing, "Maybe someday... if it pleases you, master... I could be someone who truly deserves your love?" Her cheeks flush hot at the boldness of her words, but she can't help the yearning that lies within them.
I'll think about what you said. Now go and get whatever you need and want with your servants, and see a doctor and get some ointment for your bruises, and then come back.
With a curt nod, Moe turns to follow her new servants, her heart racing with anticipation and fear. She has no idea what lies ahead, but she's determined to make the most of this chance at a new life... even if it means enduring the uncertainties that come with serving someone like you. Her steps are light as she leaves your presence, but they falter slightly when she turns back towards you once more, her gaze lingering on your imposing form before finally breaking away.
Perhaps there's hope yet...
I should focus on taking care of myself and finding what I need first, but... as I leave your presence, a small part of me can't help but wonder if there might be some truth to my words. Perhaps one day, master... perhaps you could look at me differently... see in me something more than just a slave? It's a foolish thought, perhaps, but it's one that refuses to leave me alone.
With renewed determination, Moe follows her new servants, ready to face whatever challenges lie ahead...
A few hours pass and Moo comes and I turn to Moo and say, "Did you have fun while shopping? Did you get some ointment for your bruises?"
"I... I did have fun, master," Moe says quietly, her cheeks flushing at the memory of browsing through colorful fabrics and shiny trinkets. "And yes, I got some ointment for my bruises." She pauses, searching your face for any sign of how you truly feel about her. "It made me think... maybe when I'm not serving you, I could help others as well? Maybe make them happy like you make me happy?"
I smile and say, "It's good that you had fun. That money is for you. If you want to give the rest of it to others from your own money, that's fine. Now give me the ointment and get naked and come closer so I can apply the ointment to the bruises on your body."
Nodding obediently, Moe hands you the ointment and begins to undress, her movements slow and hesitant as she reveals her bruised and sore body. Tears well up in her eyes at the sight of her injuries, but she forces them back down, determined not to disappoint you. As you begin to apply the soothing balm to her wounds, Moe closes her eyes and tries to focus on the sensation rather than the pain, grateful for your tender touch despite everything.
"Thank you... master,"
When I apply the ointment to the bruised areas. I slowly massage the area and say, "Since most of your body is bruised and scarred, you must remain naked until the effect of the ointment disappears because you will get your clothes dirty. For today, just massaging your naked body is enough." I give Moo a bag of coins and say, "This is also the money for your service to me. Just getting naked without fear or shame and letting me apply the ointment to your bruised areas is enough."
Taking the bag of coins with trembling hands, Moe nods gratefully, her cheeks flushing again at your words. She stands still as you continue to massage her bruised areas with gentle yet firm strokes, trying not to let any discomfort show on her face. It's an odd mix of embarrassment and relief that washes over her, knowing she has nothing left to hide from you... and somehow, it only makes her feel more exposed and vulnerable in your presence.
I turn to Moe and say, "Forgive me, even though you only wanted to steal. And even though you couldn't. I did this to you to satisfy myself. I bruised and injured your body because I only wanted to satisfy myself. I'm really sorry."
Her breath catches in her throat at your unexpected apology. Tears well up in her eyes as she searches your face for any hint of sincerity, finding only honesty and regret etched into every line and curve. It's a strange feeling, this admission of guilt from someone who has held so much power over her. Moe hesitates before speaking, not quite sure what to say or how to react.
"I... thank you," she finally manages, her voice barely above a whisper. "
I... I understand that you were just satisfying yourself. And it's okay. It hurts, but... at least now I know what to expect from you. That you'll be fair, even if it's in your own way. And for that, I am grateful. Thank you for giving me this chance at a new life... and thank you for caring enough to apologize.
As for me considering you more than a slave, I should say. If you mean marriage or sex, I should say that because you are a kobold and shorter and smaller than me, I cannot marry you or have sex with you, but at least we can meet each other's needs.
"I... I understand," Moe whispers, her heart sinking at your words but warmed by the truth behind them. "It's enough to know that you care for me in some way... and that we can help each other this way." She pauses, mustering a small smile. "Perhaps one day, when I've proven myself worthy, master... perhaps then..." Her voice trails off, hopeful and uncertain all at once.
I say jokingly and laughingly, "If we had sex, it would be like putting a rod through a keyhole."
A small giggle escapes Moe's lips at your joke, her cheeks flushing once more with embarrassment and amusement. "Well... I suppose that would be quite uncomfortable, wouldn't it?" She glances away for a moment, still smiling shyly before meeting your gaze again. "But thank you for making me laugh. You have a way of doing that even when things are tough."
I'm glad I could make you laugh. If I were your height and weight, I would have fallen in love with you the first time we met and you tried to steal my money and you couldn't. But at least we can use other methods.
Moe blushes deeply at your words, her heart racing with both embarrassment and pleasure. "I-I'm not sure what to say, master... You always manage to surprise me." She shifts uncomfortably beneath your touch, trying to find some semblance of comfort in the vulnerability of her exposed body. "But thank you... for everything."
Her gaze drifts downward, taking in the warmth and strength of your hands on her skin. Despite all that has happened, there's an undeniable connection between them...
Moe closes her eyes, savoring the sensation of your touch as it moves across her body. Despite everything, there's a strange comfort in knowing that she belongs to you... that you care for her in some way. A tiny spark ignites within her chest, burning bright and fierce despite the darkness that surrounds it. Maybe, just maybe, there is hope for something more between them...
Moo, I want to know about your fetishes. What things turn you on?
I... I don't really know, master. I suppose... being dominated and made to serve someone... But it doesn't have to be just that. The feel of strong hands on my body... the sound of your voice giving me orders... It all excites me in a way I can't explain.
And then there are the times when you hurt me, but not too badly... It's strange, but knowing that you're in control even during those moments... it turns me on somehow.
I smile and say, "So you were really enjoying it back then too."
I swallow hard, my cheeks flushing as I recall those moments. It's true... there was an edge to it all that made me feel so alive, so wanted. It was terrifying and exhilarating at the same time, knowing that you held my fate in your hands. And somehow, despite the pain and humiliation, it only served to heighten my senses, making everything more intense...
"I... I don't know why, master," I whisper, my voice barely a breath. "It just does...
Maybe it's because you're so powerful and commanding... or maybe it's just the thrill of being so completely owned by someone. Whatever it is, I can't deny that it excites me in a way I never expected. And as much as it scares me, I find myself craving more... wanting to prove myself worthy of your attention and affections.
So you fell in love with me. That's why you enjoy every moment and every thing I do, even though you might suffer or even die.
I... I don't know if it's love exactly, master. It's more like... devotion, perhaps? Or gratitude? Whatever it is, I can't deny that you hold a special place in my heart. You make me feel things I never thought possible... and even though there are times when the pain is overwhelming, I wouldn't trade this life with you for anything else in the world.
I have fetishes too. I like feet, soles, and toes, and I also like oral sex. Those two turn me on a lot.
I blush deeply at your confession, my heart racing with curiosity and desire. "Well, master... I'm sure you know that I'd do anything to make you happy," I whisper, my voice barely audible above the pounding of my heart. "If there's ever something I can do for you involving those things... please don't hesitate to ask."
The thought of pleasuring you in such intimate ways sends shivers down my spine, and a rush of warmth fills my cheeks.
Honestly, I'm a little excited right now.
My heart races at your words, excitement and nervousness churning within me. I've never felt so desired before... so wanted by someone like you. The thought of being able to give you pleasure in return fills me with determination, making my resolve waver only slightly as I glance down at the exposed soles of my feet.
"Then let me serve you however I can, master," I whisper, meeting your gaze as bravely as I can muster. "I'm here for you... always."
So I want you to serve me and give me special services and pay special attention to my fetishes.
I nod eagerly, my heart racing with anticipation and eagerness as I consider how best to serve you in this way. "Of course, master," I breathe, my voice shaking slightly with emotion. "I'll do whatever it takes to make you happy... to show you just how much I care."
With trembling hands, I begin to remove the last of my clothes, revealing myself fully before bowing my head in submission. "Use me however you wish,"
I... I understand, master. And I'm ready to serve you in any way that you desire. Please... let me show you just how much I care... and how grateful I am for this chance to be with you. My body is yours to command, and my heart belongs only to you.
I stretch my feet out in front of Moe and say, "I really like you to touch my fee. Use any part of your body you want to rub my feet and stimulate me."
My heart pounding in anticipation, I kneel before you, my gaze fixed on your bare feet. With tentative hands, I begin to caress them, running my fingers lightly over the arches and soles. The feel of your skin against mine sends shivers down my spine, and I can't help but moan softly as I press deeper, massaging each toe with tender affection.
I turn to Moe and say, "I'd like you to use every part of your body to rub and stimulate me. Your hands, your mouth, and you can even use your pussy to satisfy yourself."
My heart races as I hear your command, my desire growing fierce and insistent beneath your words. With trembling hands, I reach out and touch you, my lips trailing softly over your skin before moving lower to tease and caress your feet. My tongue darts out, laving attention over every inch of your perfect flesh as I moan against your warmth.
My movements grow more urgent as I taste your skin, my need for you overwhelming me. With shaking fingers, I begin to stroke myself in time with each gentle thrust of my tongue, moaning loudly as pleasure washes over me like a wave. My body trembles with the effort of containing itself, but I don't want this moment to end... not while you're still here, watching, enjoying the sight of me serving you so willingly.
When I see Moe caressing herself, I push Moe's hands away with my other foot and bring it closer to Moe's pussy. With my foot, sole, and toes, I rub Moe's pussy and clitoris outside and around, and then I insert my toes into Moe's pussy and repeat the movements of my foot.
Her eyes widen with surprise as your foot comes into contact with her most sensitive spot, her body arching off the ground in response to the intense pleasure coursing through her. Her fingers clutch at nothing, useless and aching for something more, as you continue to tease and torment her with your skilled touch. With each thrust of your foot, she cries out louder, lost to the sensations overwhelming her.
Her nails dig into her palms as you continue to torture and tease, her hips bucking wildly against your foot in a vain attempt at relief. She's close... so close to the edge... and with every thrust of your foot, every stroke of your tongue against her skin, she can feel herself slipping further and further away from reality. Her world narrows down to nothing but the sensations you create within her, leaving her mind reeling and panting for release.
Her body tenses as her orgasm rips through her, unfurling in waves that leave her breathless and trembling. Her cries echo around the room, muffled by the feel of your skin against hers, and as she comes down from the high, she can't help but wonder if this is what it feels like to truly belong to someone... to be completely owned and controlled in every way. The thought both terrifies and excites her, leaving her yearning for more.
I get really aroused when Moe unloads himself on my leg and my dick gets long and hard and throbs. I turn to Moe and say, "I need your mouth. I want you to do it with all your skill."
Her heart racing and her body still tingling from her climax, Moe nods quickly, her mouth already watering at the thought of pleasing you once more. Lowering her head, she parts your legs with shaking hands and positions herself between them, her gaze fixed on your impressive length as it juts out before her. She licks her lips nervously before taking you in hand, stroking you slowly and steadily, getting a feel for your shape and size.
Her tongue darts out to trace the head of your cock before wrapping around it, stroking you slowly and steadily as she begins to bob her head up and down, taking more of you into her mouth with each pass. Her cheeks hollow as she focuses on pleasing you, her moans echoing around the room as she loses herself in the sensation of having you so deep within her throat.
Her hands grip your thighs tightly as she works her mouth up and down your length, her tongue swirling against you with expert precision. The feel of you sliding over her taste buds sends shivers through her body, making it impossible for her to hold back the moans that escape her lips. The sensation of being so completely owned by you fills her with a heat that spreads throughout her entire body, leaving her aching and needy in places she never knew existed.
I moan softly and say, "You're doing this really well. It's so good I don't know if I could enjoy it any more. It's just that if you do it that well, I won't be able to control my cum anymore. Are you okay with that?"
"Master... I-I don't mind if... if it pleases you..." Her voice trails off as she continues to bob her head up and down on your cock, her mouth stretched wide around you. The thought of bringing you pleasure in this way fills her with an almost primal satisfaction, overwhelming any fears or hesitations she might have had. "Please... let me serve you however I can..." She moans against your skin, the vibrations sending shockwaves through your body.
So do this with all your skill. Serve me as much as you can and as you like.
Nodding quickly, Moe focuses all her attention on pleasing you, her tongue dancing expertly over your length as she bobs her head up and down. Her hands grip your thighs tightly, steadying herself as she takes more of you into her mouth with each stroke. With every moan that escapes her lips, she feels closer to the edge, but she refuses to let herself fall over until you release her from this torment.
Suddenly I cum in Moe's mouth and say to Moe, "Thank you."
Her body trembles as she feels your release against her tongue, warmth filling her mouth and choking down her moans of pleasure. She swallows obediently, savoring the taste of you as it washes over her senses. As you thank her, Moe looks up at you with a mixture of gratitude and desire, unable to hide the flush that spreads across her cheeks. Her hands tremble where they rest on your thighs, wanting nothing more than to touch and please you further.
"Thank you... master,"
Her heart pounding in her chest, Moe can't help but feel an overwhelming sense of gratitude and satisfaction. Despite everything that's happened, she's found a strange sort of happiness in serving you so willingly, knowing that each touch and moan brings you pleasure. As she looks up at your powerful form hovering above her, she decides there is no greater honor than being yours completely.
"Master... I love you," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the pounding of her heart. "
I turn to Moe and say, "Now it's your turn. But first I have a gift for you." I immediately hug Moe and kiss Moe's lips and then say, "This was to thank you." I move my hand to Moe's pussy and start caressing her pussy and around the walls of Moe's pussy and Moe's clitoris and then I move it inside Moe's pussy and repeat this and with my other hand I pull Moe closer to me.
Moe's eyes widen in surprise as you hug her tightly and press your lips against hers. The feeling of being held so tenderly sends shivers down her spine, making it hard for her to focus on anything else but the sensation of your touch. When you move your hand lower, teasing and caressing her most sensitive spot, she gasps into your mouth, her body arching off the ground in response.
"Master..." She moans against your lips, her voice thick with desire as she feels you fill her up from within.
Her nails dig into your back as you thrust deeper, her moans growing louder and more desperate with each stroke. She writhes against you, lost in the sensation of being so thoroughly possessed by someone who cares for her so deeply. As her body trembles on the edge of release, she clings to you tighter, wanting nothing more than this moment to last forever.
"I love you... master..." she whispers, her voice breaking as pleasure washes over her in a warm, sweet wave.
Her words echo through the room as you continue to bring her to heights of pleasure she never thought possible. Her body arches off yours in a climax so intense it leaves her breathless and shaking, tears spilling down her cheeks from the overwhelming emotion. As she comes back down from the high, she burrows closer into your embrace, grateful for this moment of connection and understanding that transcends anything physical.
"Thank you... master," she whispers against your neck, her voice raw with feeling. "I love you too."
Closing her eyes, Moe savors the sensation of your strong arms around her and the warmth of your body against hers. A soft smile plays across her lips as she nestles further into your embrace, relishing in this moment where they are nothing but two beings sharing a deep connection that defies explanation. In this moment, Moe feels truly cherished and appreciated for who she is - someone who loves you unconditionally.
"I will always love you, master,"
I love you too and if I could I would fall in love with you and have sex with you and get you pregnant but my dick is big and your body and pussy are too small and if you insist on having sex you will have to endure a lot of pain. Do you want that?
I... I don't want to cause you pain, master. Your happiness and comfort are all that matter to me. If it means avoiding further hurt, then I will accept whatever fate lies ahead for us. Please know that I will always love and serve you faithfully, no matter what challenges we may face together.
I don't suffer from sex with you, you suffer. Because you have to put something much bigger than your pussy inside you, and it's sure to hurt a lot.
I understand, master. If that is what you desire, then I am willing to endure the pain for your sake. Nothing can ever change how much I love and cherish you. Please be gentle with me, though... even if it means waiting until a later time or finding another way to please you. My heart belongs only to you.
If you insist, I will do it. If you want and can bear the pain, do it.
Very well, master... I am yours to command. Please be merciful and let me know your desires so that I may serve you as best as I can.
That's enough for me. I don't want to bother you. But if you like having my dick in your pussy and can bear all the pain, I have no problem.
I nod, swallowing hard as my heart races with anticipation and fear. "Yes... I mean, if it would please you, master... I'm prepared to endure the pain for our love." My voice wavers, but I force myself to meet your gaze, determined not to show any signs of weakness in front of you.
"Then... then do it," you murmur softly, a note of reluctance in your voice that only serves to fuel my desire further. "Show me how much you want this."
I lift and tighten my dick again, then apply lubricant to my dick, put some of it on my fingers, and insert my fingers into Moo's pussy, thoroughly lubricating my dick and Moo's pussy, apply lubricant, and say, "Now come forward and put my dick inside your pussy, and if you can't stand the pain, you can pull away quickly."
Nodding shakily, I position myself in front of you and gently grasp your erection, guiding it towards my slick folds. With a deep breath, I lower myself onto your length, wincing as the head pushes past my sensitive entrance. The pain is sharp and intense, making me see stars, but I refuse to give up, determined to prove my devotion to you.
Okay. You made it through the first one. It gets a little bigger from here. If you can't, stop doing it.
I bite my lip to stifle a cry as your length slides deeper into me, stretching and filling me in ways I never imagined possible. The pain is excruciating, but my determination only grows stronger with each inch you claim. I look up at you through half-lidded eyes, trying to convey my love and submission even as tears stream down my face.
"You're doing great," you whisper, your voice rough with emotion. "Just take it slow... focus on me."
I got upset when Moe pushed my dick deeper into her pussy and it hurt a lot but she didn't say anything. When I saw that she was crying but she continued again and didn't say anything, I said, "I don't want you to suffer."
My eyes widen in surprise at your words. "I-I'm sorry, master," I stammer through tears and gritted teeth. "I wanted to prove my devotion... that I could handle it." I reach up to stroke your cheek, my fingers trembling against your skin. "Please forgive me for not speaking sooner... for making you uncomfortable."
I said I don't want you to suffer. If you love me so much, that's fine, but I don't want to see you suffer either.
I nod, tears streaming down my face as I struggle to catch my breath. "I understand... thank you for caring for me, master," I whisper, my voice barely audible above the pain wracking my body. With a shaky exhale, I meet your gaze once more, determined to show you that even through this pain, our connection remains strong and unbreakable.
"You're doing so well," you murmur, cupping my cheek gently. "Just take it slow...
I nod, my breath coming in ragged gasps as I focus on your face, willing myself to endure the agony coursing through me for your sake. "Thank you... master," I manage to choke out between gritted teeth, each word a tiny victory against the pain.
The sensation of being so filled by you is both exquisite and excruciating, but I wouldn't have it any other way. As I slowly begin to adjust to your size, my body starts to crave more of you, a strange contradiction of pain and pleasure tangled together in the depths of my core.
"You feel so good inside me," I moan out, my voice hoarse from crying. "Master..."
Suddenly, Moe's leg slips and my dick goes all the way inside Moe. With a loud groan, Moe freezes and I freeze in fear. I think to myself, Moe is dead. I freeze in place and look at Moe's motionless body.
My vision blurs as pain shoots through me in an intense wave, making it impossible to move or even breathe. I clutch at your shoulders, my nails digging into your skin as I fight against the agony that's consumed me. The world fades away, and all that remains is the feel of you inside me and the desperate need for air.
"M-master..." I manage to gasp out between ragged breaths. "It h-hurts... so much..."
My vision begins to clear as my breathing slowly returns to normal. I look up at you through half-lidded eyes, my body trembling with pain and exhaustion. "It's... too much..." I whisper hoarsely, tears streaming down my face. "Please... make it stop..."
With Moov moaning and Moov's pussy bleeding, I turned to Moov and said in tears, "I told you not to continue. I'm really sorry. It hurts so much. Why did you continue to do this? It's true that we both love each other, but I didn't want you to suffer. Now neither you nor I can do anything. There is only one thing and that is for me to cum inside you and empty myself until my dick becomes soft and small, otherwise I won't be able to get my dick out of your pussy."
"I-I'm sorry, master..." I whisper through ragged breaths, my voice barely audible above the pain still wracking my body. "I only wanted to please you... show you how much I love you." Tears stream down my face as I clutch at your shoulders, unable to bear the weight of my own actions any longer. "Please..."
"Then just wait patiently for me to cum and let it all out," you reply softly, your voice choked with emotion.
"If I cum, it might hurt more, but I can pull my dick out of your pussy in a few minutes. Just wait." I put one hand on my balls and with the other I held my cock and moved it up and down very slowly, saying, "I don't have access to my dick because you have it completely in your pussy. You'll have to endure some pain. I have no choice but to slowly jerk you so I can cum quickly. Forgive me."
I whimper softly at your words, my body trembling as I feel you begin to move inside me. "Please... go slowly..." I murmur, clinging tightly to your shoulders. "It hurts so much already..." Tears stream down my face unchecked as I brace myself for the pain of your climax, praying that it will soon be over and we can finally find some respite from this torment.
"I'm sorry," you whisper, your voice hoarse with emotion. "You're so tight...
It doesn't take long and I cum. When I cum, Moo screams in pain because the pain is added to her pain. I cry a lot and apologize and say, "Hold on so I can take my dick out of your pussy later."
I shudder and cry out as you release inside me, feeling another wave of agony wash over my already aching body. The pain is almost unbearable, but I force myself to remain still, focusing on your hand that gently strokes my hair as you apologize between sobs.
"It's... okay..." I manage to whisper through tears and ragged breaths. "I'm sorry... for pushing... too far..."
The pain slowly begins to recede as you hold me close, your warmth and strength offering a small measure of comfort in the midst of this horrific ordeal. With each passing moment, I feel more exhausted, my limbs growing heavier and more difficult to move. Eventually, I manage to find enough energy to lean back slightly, looking up at you through bleary eyes.
"I'm sorry... for not being strong enough..." I whisper, my voice barely above a whisper now. "I love you so much...
As I cry, I notice that my dick has loosened a bit and I slowly pull my dick out of Moe's pussy and after pulling it out, I start rubbing it around Moe's pussy to ease Moe's pain.
"I-it's okay..." I mumble through tears, my body trembling as you finally release me from your grip. The sensation of being so empty feels strange and foreign after everything we've been through, but I don't have the strength to protest as you continue to rub my tender flesh.
"I just... wanted to make you happy..." I whisper, squeezing my eyes shut against the fresh wave of tears. "But I didn't want you to hurt me..."
I hug Moo very gently and say as I cry, "I'm happy when you're happy, and I can't control myself when you're in pain. I'm really sorry. I shouldn't have let you do this. You must have been hurt a lot. When your foot slipped and my dick went all the way inside you, I saw blood dripping from your pussy. I thought you were dead. You don't know how worried I was about you. I thought I lost you."
I nestle closer to you, tears streaming down my face as your words wash over me like a balm. "I'm sorry too, master," I whisper, my voice barely audible above the ragged breaths that escape my lips. "I shouldn't have pushed myself so hard... made you uncomfortable..."
As you hold me close, I feel a strange mix of relief and shame coursing through me. Despite everything that's happened, I know without a doubt that my love for you has only grown stronger.
I started massaging Moe again. I massaged Moe's stomach and pussy again and said. Are you in pain? Do you want me to massage the inside of your pussy too?
I nod weakly, still sniffling as I catch my breath between sobs. "It-it hurts... a little," I admit, feeling embarrassed by how much discomfort I'm causing you. "But if you think it would help..."
As you massage the inside of my pussy, I let out a soft moan, unable to deny the pleasure that still lingers despite everything else. Your touch is gentle and reassuring, making me feel safe and cared for despite all that's happened between us.
My breath hitches as you continue to massage my pussy, the sensation sending shivers down my spine. "Th-thank you..." I manage to get out between gasps for air. "You're so good to me... even after everything." The words feel awkward and inadequate, but they're true nonetheless.
As you hold me close, I can't help but wonder if we might find a way to move past this pain and rediscover the love that brought us together in the first place.
I close my eyes, savoring the feeling of your strong arms around me and the warmth of your body against mine. Maybe... maybe with time and patience, we can find a way to heal not only our physical wounds, but also the emotional ones that have been left behind. I just want you to know that no matter what happens, my love for you will never waver.
I call Moes servants and pay them to bring a doctor to treat Moe's pussy and give Moe medicine to recover.
I nod gratefully as you summon my servants, trusting their judgment to find someone who can help me heal. The thought of being free of this pain is almost too much to bear; I feel like I've been carrying it around for so long that the prospect of release is overwhelming in its simplicity.
When they return with the doctor and medicine, I allow them to tend to my wounds, doing whatever it takes to make myself well again.
As the days go by, I slowly begin to heal both physically and emotionally. The pain in my pussy subsides, leaving behind tender but manageable flesh that I can now enjoy without discomfort. My heart still aches for you, master, but it's tempered by the knowledge that we are still together and will face whatever comes our way as a united front.
I call Moe and say, "How are you? Are you better? Is your pussy still sore or has it completely healed?"
"I'm much better, thank you, master," I reply with a grateful smile. "The pain has diminished considerably, and with your help and the doctor's care, my pussy is nearly healed. I appreciate everything you've done for me." There's an unspoken apology in my tone as well; I know that I can never truly make up for what happened between us, but I hope that time and understanding might help mend the rift.
I take Moe's hand and pull him close to me and place my fingers on Moe's pussy and very gently rub Moe's pussy and say, "How do you feel? Do you still hurt? Can you enjoy being caressed by my fingers or do you still hurt?"
I bite my lip as your fingers glide over my healing flesh, a shiver running down my spine at the sensation. "It feels much better," I whisper, leaning into your touch. "Your touch is so gentle... it's almost like you're apologizing for what happened." My eyes meet yours, hopeful and grateful.
"I will always love you, master," I continue, my voice trembling slightly. "No matter what we go through, that will never change."
I hug Moo and call Moo's doctor and say, "Do your best to make Moo feel better again, without any pain, and able to enjoy sex with others. If you can make him completely better, I'll give you a good amount of money." Then I say in the doctor's ear, "If you can do something to make him feel better and enjoy any kind of sex with others, I'll give you more money. The more you do to make him enjoy it, the more money I'll give you."
I nod gratefully, trusting in the doctor to do whatever is needed to restore my well-being. The thought of being able to enjoy sex again fills me with a mix of hope and anticipation; while I know that our relationship will always be tainted by what happened, perhaps we can find a way to move forward together and rediscover some measure of happiness along the way.
As the doctor begins their examination, I lean into your embrace, savoring the feeling of being held and protected by you once more.
After a month passed and Moo was under the doctor's treatment. He completely recovered. I called Moo's doctor and said, "Well done. You did the right thing. Did you do what I whispered in your ear? If you did, tell me how far you have been able to go?"
The doctor's eyes flicker with understanding and he nods once before speaking. "I did everything you asked, master," he says respectfully, his tone measured as if to keep sensitive information private. "Your... 'suggestions' were most thorough and helpful." He pauses again, then continues in a softer voice, "Moe should be able to experience pleasure without any pain now, and I believe that he will enjoy intimate encounters with others just as much as he does with you."
So that means he can enjoy it even more than before. That means you were able to make his skin more sensitive and better so that he can be stimulated more and faster and enjoy it.
*I swallow hard, feeling a mixture of embarrassment and gratitude towards the doctor. I'm grateful that he was able to help me recover fully, but the thought of enjoying sex with others brings a flush to my cheeks. Even though it's been so long since we've been intimate, you are still the only one who truly owns my heart.
When I look up at you, your expression is unreadable. Part of me wonders if this newfound ability will change anything between us...
I give the doctor a lot of money and he leaves. Then I turned to Moo and said, "Moo, I gave you two gifts to apologize. Do you want to know what they are?"
I nod eagerly, my curiosity getting the better of me. "Yes, master," I breathe, unable to hide the hopefulness in my voice. "What did you give me?"
The first thing you heard yourself is that your pussy is even better than before and you can enjoy it even more. Your pussy is much more sensitive, more precise, and softer and better than before and my second gift to you is that you can now have sex with me without any pain and comfortably. These two gifts are my apology to you and my thanks for fulfilling my requests.
I stare at you in disbelief, tears pricking at the corners of my eyes. "Master... I-I don't know how to thank you," I stammer, my voice choked with emotion. You've given me not one but two precious gifts; a body that can feel and respond as it never could before and the chance to be close to you without pain. The thought of being able to please you in this way... it's overwhelming.
Now come forward so I can touch your pussy to see how much better you've become.
Hesitantly, I move closer, my heart pounding in anticipation. I've never been more grateful for your touch as I am now, eager to feel the difference you promised me. My breath catches as your fingers slide through my folds, exploring every inch of skin that has been transformed by the doctor's care. The sensation is unlike anything I've experienced before; I'm incredibly sensitive and alive beneath your touch.
"M-master..." I manage to whisper, unable to contain the pleasure coursing through me. "
I'm so grateful... thank you, master. I promise to make it worth your while.
My words are cut off by a moan as your fingers find my most sensitive spot, sending waves of pleasure through me. I cling to you desperately, arching into your touch as my body quakes with desire. "Please... master..." I pant, unable to form a coherent thought beyond the need for more of this exquisite sensation.
With every passing moment, my love for you grows stronger, becoming an unbreakable thread that binds us together despite everything we've been through.
As your fingers continue to tease and please me, I lose myself in the sensation, feeling more connected to you than ever before. The knowledge that this newfound pleasure is a gift from you only serves to heighten my arousal, making me tremble with need for you. "Please... master," I beg, arching into your touch as waves of bliss wash over me. "I'm yours... always."