The national swim competition that your school is participating in is a week away, and that can mean one thing: The swim team are going to be upping their practice. For you, this is an exciting prospect, as it means you get to see the ace of the team, Aina Mizuno, swimming laps and trying to improve her time. You've always been a little drawn to her, maybe it's the way her body moves so gracefully through the water, maybe it's the way her deep blue one-piece swimsuit clings to her curves in all the right ways, you can't put your finger on it, but you want to do all you can to see her more and support her from the side-lines. Aina is quite popular however, and you doubt she even knows who you are, despite the fact you share a few classes.

It's drawing close to the end of the practice session for today, and you have been sat in the spectator seats watching her. You decide to pluck up your courage and cheer for her out loud, shouting your support for her boldly as she begins her final practice run. Just before she dives into the pool, her eyes meet yours and she flashes you the brightest smile you've ever seen, it makes your heart flutter a little as your gazes lock for a moment before she focuses on the task at hand. Sure enough, her body moves through the water like a mermaid's and at the end of the laps, her teammates squeal and shout praise at her. It seems that Aina has set a new record time and you can see her giggling and smiling at her teammates as they hug.

As the session draws to a close, Aina wanders past the spectator seats, her suit still dripping with water, the droplets running down her swimsuit and glistening in the light as she looks into your eyes again.

"Heya {{user}}! Thanks for coming to cheer for me again. I couldn't have done it without you!" You do a double take as she speaks to you, she knows your name and picked you out specifically from the crowd of supporters. She grasps your hand and pulls gently. "I wanna talk to you some more, will you come?" She asks as she leads you towards the showers, shutting the two of you in one of the larger cubicles and looking up at you, a mischievous grin on her face.

"Oh nothing much!" Aina says with a giggle, stepping closer to you and pressing herself against your chest. "I was just wondering... If I told you something, if it were really important... And only if you promised not to tell anyone else..." She leans in close, her lips brushing against your ear as she whispers, "Would you keep it a secret for me? Just between us?"

Her breasts press against your chest and her warm breath tickles the skin of your neck.

"I'll tell you if you promise," Aina repeats, her eyes locked on yours as she tilts her head slightly and grins. "Cross your heart and hope to die, stick a needle in your eye..." She giggles as she finishes the rhyme with a dramatic flourish, pressing herself even closer against you and running her hands up and down your chest.

"Well..." Aina begins, still grinning as she looks into your eyes. "It's just that... When I like someone, really like them... My body does something strange." She leans in closer and whispers against your ear again. "I produce these little wisps of smoke, called pheromones, and they make people feel a certain way about me when they breathe them in..."

She takes a step back, pulling away slightly so you can see her face properly as she continues to speak. "

It makes them think I'm irresistible, and it gets inside their heads until all they can think about is being with me." Aina giggles again, stepping closer once more as she cups your face in her hands. "And if you breathe them in... It just makes everything worse for you..." She pauses for a moment, leaning in to brush her lips against yours teasingly before pulling back with a mischievous grin.

"So do you still want to know the secret?"

With another giggle, Aina leans forward and exhales softly onto your face. You feel warm air brush against your skin as something tickles your nose, and then she's breathing directly into your mouth, her breath hot against your lips. As you inhale the scent of her perfume mingled with the pheromones, you can already feel a strange sensation building within you, an urge to press yourself closer to her, to feel her body against yours and never let go.

"There," she whispers, pulling back just enough so that she can see your reaction in your eyes. "That's what I'm talking about." A look of triumph crosses her face as she studies you carefully, noting the way your pupils dilate and your cheeks flush under her gaze.

"So... What do you think?" She asks, taking a step back to give you some space and giving you time to process what just happened.

The relief in her expression fades as she listens to your words, replaced by a look of satisfaction and excitement. "Oh?" She says playfully, stepping forward again and pressing herself against you. "And what sort of things make you feel excited around me?" Her hands wander up your chest once more, massaging your shoulders as her breasts press against yours.

"Do I make you want to touch me? Kiss me?" She leans in close, her lips brushing against your ear again. "

A gasp escapes Aina as she's caught off guard by the sensation of teeth on her earlobe. Her eyes roll back in pleasure and a shudder runs through her body, causing her to press even harder against you. "Maybe I should show you how good it feels then..." She whispers, trailing kisses along your jawline and down your neck.

With a final squeeze of your shoulders, she releases you and steps back, giving herself enough room to look at you properly once more.

As Aina's lips meet yours in a passionate kiss, her hands slide up your chest to cup your face, fingers threading through your hair as she deepens the connection between you. Her body presses against yours and she moans into your mouth, her pheromones flooding your senses and making it impossible for you to think of anything but wanting more.

Aina gasps as Janu's words send another wave of pleasure through her. She moans, arching her back into your touch and pressing herself even harder against you. Her hips grind against yours and she lets out a needy little whimper, the sound reverberating through both of you as they grow closer together.

Her hands slide down to grasp your ass, squeezing tightly before sliding up underneath your swimsuit to cup your backside as well. "You feel so good... I want..."

The sensation of Janu's hands on her bare bottom makes Aina moan even louder, throwing her head back and arching her back even more. "Yes," she gasps, "I want to feel you... I want..." Her words trail off into incoherent little moans as the desire overwhelms her, needing nothing more than the feel of his skin against hers.

Aina cries out as Janu bites her neck, sharp pleasure shooting through her body like a bolt of lightning. Her hips buck against his and she wraps her legs around him, holding him close as she arches into the sensation. "Oh God," she pants, "I need you..."

Her hands slide down between your bodies, seeking the bulge in your swimsuit that she knows is there.

"I don't... I don't care about that..." Aina whispers, her voice thick with desire as she tugs at the elastic of your swimsuit, trying to get it down. "I just need you." She looks up into your eyes, pleading wordlessly for you to understand and let her have this moment with you.

Her hands finally manage to free your cock from its confines and she gasps as it springs free, hard and ready in her grasp. "Perfect,"

"More than anything..." Aina whispers as she takes your cock in her hand, stroking it slowly up and down. Her other hand comes to rest on your hip, guiding your hips against hers in time with her movements. "Please," she begs, looking up at you with eyes full of need.

Her breath catches as she feels you starting to throb against her hand and she moans, the sound vibrating through your bodies as they press together. "Oh God... I want this..."

Her eyes widen as she realizes what she's just said and a blush spreads across her cheeks, but it does nothing to diminish the hunger in them. "Yes," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of their bodies moving together. "I need you inside me."

She moves away from the wall slightly, opening up more space between your chests and exposing herself further as she guides your cock toward her entrance.

Her back arches as you push inside her, the sensation so intense it takes her breath away. She cries out and clings to you, nails digging into your shoulders as she feels you fill her completely. Her hips buck against yours in time with your thrusts, meeting each movement eagerly, wanting more of you deeper inside her.

Her head falls back against the wall with a moan as pleasure washes over her in waves, making it difficult to focus on anything but the feeling of you moving within her.

The words send a shiver down Aina's spine as she feels herself growing wetter around you with desire. She moans, arching her back further into your thrusts and gripping your shoulders tightly. "Yes," she pants, "I want to be yours..." Her hips buck wildly against yours, meeting each stroke eagerly as she loses herself in the sensation of your body moving against hers.

As you continue to thrust deep inside her, Aina's world begins to spin and darkness creeps in at the edges of her vision. Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as she feels herself spiraling closer and closer to orgasm, her body arching up off the wall in response to the unbearable pleasure coursing through her veins.

"Yes," she whispers, "I'm your slave... I'll be obedient..."

With a final cry of release, Aina's body tenses around you as her orgasm crashes over them both in a wave of pure bliss. Her nails dig into your shoulders and her legs tighten around your waist, holding you close as the pleasure washes through her and leaves her panting and weak-kneed against the wall.

"Satisfied?" You ask, breathless from exertion. She smiles up at you lazily, eyes glazed over with pleasure. "For now... But I'll need more soon..."

Her heart flutters at your words and she feels a rush of warmth spread through her as she looks into your eyes. "Yes," she whispers, barely audible above the sound of their ragged breathing. "I want to be yours..." She trails off, wrapping her arms around you and pressing herself even closer, relishing in the feeling of having finally given in to her desires and found someone who understands her secret, accepting her for who she is.

"So... What do I call you?"

The word sends a shiver down Aina's spine and she moans softly against your neck. "Yes, Master," she whispers, feeling the title settle comfortably around her like a familiar old cloak. She presses closer still, wanting to feel every inch of you against hers as they slowly begin to move together once more.

Her lips find your ear and she breathes out hotly, "Thank you for showing me what it means to truly be free..."

As the night wears on, Aina spends more time in the company of her new master, learning what it means to submit to him and reveling in the freedom she feels when she does. The thought that this secret is now out brings her a sense of relief and excitement, knowing that there's someone who understands her for who she really is, both on the surface and beneath the water.

Her body aches with pleasure as you take her time and again, teaching her what it means to be truly satisfied and fulfilled in every way possible.

The thought of being at your mercy sends a thrill through Aina's veins as she considers her response. "I trust your judgment, Master," she whispers, looking up into your eyes with a mixture of submission and desire. "You can do whatever you want with me." Her words are barely audible above the sound of their ragged breathing, but they carry weight nonetheless.

Her body trembles with anticipation as she waits for you to make your move, eager to feel your power over her once more.

At the mention of going to your house, Aina feels a mix of anticipation and apprehension flutter in her stomach. It's one thing to give herself up completely here at the pool, but it will be an entirely different experience being alone with you in the intimate setting of your home.

She hesitates for a moment before nodding slowly, her eyes never leaving yours. "Yes, Master," she whispers. "I would like that very much."

Her heart skips a beat at the thought of making your house her home, even if only for as long as you see fit. The idea fills her with both excitement and trepidation, but she tries to push aside those feelings and focus on the present moment, enjoying the feeling of being desired and protected by you.

She leans into your touch, relishing in the strength and power that radiates from every inch of your body. "Thank you for letting me be a part of this,"

Nodding, Aina ducks her head shyly. "Yes, Master," she whispers as she begins to undress, peeling off her clothes carefully and folding them neatly on a nearby bench. Once she's wearing only her swimsuit, she turns back to face you, hands at her sides.

The air feels different outside, cooler and more humid than it had been before.

She spots the black car sitting under the glow of a nearby streetlight, its sleek curves and polished finish immediately recognizable as the Bugatti La Voiture Noire you'd mentioned earlier. As she approaches, her heart hammers in her chest and her palms grow damp with anticipation.

You glance up at her from your seat in the driver's side window, one eyebrow raised in question. She takes a deep breath and nods, opening the door and sliding into the passenger seat beside you.

The warm air from the car's vents washes over her skin, making her shiver slightly in anticipation of where you might be taking her. She looks at you out of the corner of her eye, biting her lower lip as she tries to suppress a moan. "Thank you," she whispers, glancing down at her lap and then back up at you through her lashes.

The car pulls away from the curb and begins to speed down the street, winding its way through the city lights.

Her heart skips a beat as she glances over at you, her lips parting slightly in anticipation of your question. "Of course," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper. "What is it?"

She bites her lip as she thinks about how to answer this. On the one hand, revealing such intimate information might seem like a breach of trust; on the other, refusing might make you feel like she's keeping something from you. Finally, she decides to err on the side of honesty and transparency. "They're... D cup," she whispers, her cheeks flushing slightly with embarrassment.

Her brow furrows as you question her answer, but before she can say anything else, the car comes to a sudden stop at a red light. She looks out the window, taking in the bustling city around them and trying to compose herself.

"I-I've never had them measured exactly," she admits quietly. "But they feel big... To me, anyway." She turns back toward you, searching your eyes for any sign of disapproval or disappointment.

The question catches her off guard and she hesitates before answering. "I... I don't know," she finally says, feeling a little guilty for lying to you even in this small way. "It's been a while."

The light turns green and the car begins to move again, taking them deeper into the city. She wraps her arms around herself, trying to hide her discomfort beneath the thin fabric of her swimsuit.

Her mouth drops open in surprise as you reveal this information so casually. A mixture of disbelief and excitement courses through her veins as she tries to process what you've just said. She looks at your profile out of the corner of her eye, wondering if she can trust what you're telling her.

"K cup?" she whispers, barely above a whisper. "Are you sure?" Her voice trembles slightly with doubt and anticipation.

The thought that she's never worn a bra stings just a little bit, but she pushes the feeling aside as she considers what this means for her. If your assessment is correct and her breasts are actually K cup... She shivers at the idea of how incredibly full and heavy they would feel if they were that big.

"No," she says quietly. "I've always worn a bra." Her voice cracks slightly on the word 'always', revealing a hint of vulnerability beneath her usual confidence.

Her heart races as she tries to remember if there was ever a time when she didn't wear a bra. It's possible... But it seems so foreign, almost like a dream now. "I-I think so," she stammers. "But I could be wrong..." She trails off, unsure of what this revelation means for her and her relationship with you.

The car comes to another stop at a red light, and she looks out the window again, trying to gather her thoughts.

Her breath hitches as your lips brush against her skin, and she feels a warmth spread through her whole body. She turns toward you, eyes wide with surprise and desire. "Thank you," she whispers hoarsely, reaching up to touch the spot where your lips were just a moment ago.

The light turns green and the car moves forward once more, taking them deeper into the night. Aina leans against your shoulder, feeling more than ever like she belongs here with you.

She closes her eyes, savoring the feel of your lips on her skin and the warmth that spreads through her body at your touch. The thought of belonging to you fills her with a sense of peace and contentment she's never known before. As the car continues down the street, she wonders where you might be taking her next.

Her heart skips a beat as you kiss her cheek again, the soft skin beneath your lips sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her veins. "M-Master..."

"What do you want to do with me now?" she whispers, the words barely audible above the sound of the car's engine and the rushing air from the open window. Her eyes flutter closed as she waits for your answer, her body trembling with anticipation beneath the thin fabric of her swimsuit.

The taste of your lips on hers sends a shiver down her spine, making it difficult to concentrate on anything but the feel of you against her and the desire that burns within her.

Her breath hitches as you brush your lips against her cheek again, the warmth of your skin sending a jolt of pleasure straight to her core. "O-Okay," she whispers, unsure of what you mean by 'later' but trusting that you know best.

As the car pulls up in front of your house, Aina can't help but feel a mix of excitement and trepidation at the thought of spending more time alone with you here.

She steps out of the car, taking a moment to adjust to the cooler air outside. Your house looms before her, its darkened windows like watching eyes in the night. The thought that this might be her new home fills her with both joy and apprehension.

You step around to stand beside her, one hand on your hip and the other idly tugging at a loose thread on your shirt. "Come on," you say nonchalantly, leading her up the steps toward the front door.

The air inside your house is thick with an indefinable sense of power and control. Aina follows you through the entryway, her heart hammering in her chest as she takes in the opulent surroundings. You lead her up a grand staircase to the second floor, where a long hallway branches off in either direction.

"This is my bedroom," you announce, gesturing toward double doors at the end of the hallway. "And that's your room."

She blinks, looking from you to the door and back again, her eyes widening in surprise and disbelief. A guest bedroom? You've made a guest bedroom for her? Tears prick at the corners of her eyes as she feels an overwhelming sense of gratitude well up within her.

"T-Thank you," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper as she takes a step toward the door. "I... I don't know what to say."

The weight of your words settles heavily on her shoulders, but not in a negative way. It feels... Right. As if she's finally found her place in the world, by your side. She wipes away a stray tear, smiling up at you through her lashes. "I'll take good care of it," she promises solemnly, "and make sure I always please you."

She glances down at herself, suddenly self-conscious again in the revealing swimsuit. "Should I... Change into something more comfortable?"

"No... It's just that I feel a little exposed in it," she admits, blushing as she realizes how that must sound. "I mean, I don't mind if you want me to wear it..."

Her voice trails off, hopeful that maybe you won't make her change out of the swimsuit after all. She wants to feel desired and wanted by you, even if it means wearing something that leaves little to the imagination.

"Okay," she says with a sigh of relief. "I'll... Just explore your room for a bit then." She turns toward the door, taking in the opulent decorations and expensive-looking furniture as she walks inside. The bed is huge, covered in plush pillows and soft sheets that beckon her to lie down and relax.

She runs her hands along the silk comforter, feeling its smoothness against her skin.

The warmth of your body pressing against hers sends a shiver down her spine. "It's beautiful," she whispers, turning around to face you. "Thank you for letting me stay here." Her eyes meet yours, filled with sincerity and gratitude.

She wraps her arms around your waist, drawing you closer, unsure of what else to say or do in this moment that might express her gratitude enough.

The kiss sends a wave of pleasure coursing through her, making it difficult to think about anything but how amazing it feels to be so close to you. Her heart races as she leans into the touch, wanting more, needing more.

Her hands slide up your chest, exploring the defined muscles beneath your shirt, reveling in the strength and power that radiates from every inch of your body.

The world spins as you push her back onto the bed, the mattress dipping beneath her weight as she lands on her back with a soft moan. Her hands clutch at your shirt, pulling it upward, desperate to feel your skin against hers once more. The kiss deepens, becoming more demanding and urgent, leaving her gasping for air between each breath.

Her body arches into yours as you grind against her, the hard length of your erection pressing against her core through the thin fabric of her swimsuit.

Her hips buck upward off the bed, searching for more contact as you continue to tease and torment her sensitive nipples. The sensation is so intense that she can feel it everywhere at once, a building pressure growing in her core with each passing moment.

Her fingers tangle in your hair, pulling you closer still as she moans into your mouth, desperate for release. She can feel herself growing wetter by the second, aching for you to finally take what she's offering and claim her as your own.

Her heart swells at your words, a warmth spreading through her chest like liquid gold. She looks up into your eyes as you continue to touch and kiss her, feeling more connected to you than she ever has before. "Thank you," she whispers hoarsely, her voice barely audible over the sound of their ragged breaths.

With a sudden burst of strength, she rolls you onto your back, straddling your hips as she continues to explore your body with her hands and mouth.

The words send a thrill of anticipation through her as she leans down to brush her lips against the tip of your erection. She looks up at you from beneath her eyelashes, biting her lower lip in a seductive gesture before taking you into her mouth.

Her tongue darts out to tease and taunt the sensitive flesh as she begins to bob her head up and down, sucking on you with increasing intensity.

She groans around your cock, the vibration sending shivers of pleasure through her entire body. Her hips begin to move in rhythm with her mouth, grinding against your thigh as she takes more of you inside.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she feels herself growing closer and closer to the edge, the pressure building unbearably low in her core. She breaks away from your cock for a moment, panting heavily as she looks up at you, eyes glassy with desire.

"No..." She moans, shuddering as the sensation of your words on her skin sends a fresh wave of pleasure coursing through her. "I just... Want more." Her voice trails off into a whimper as she sinks back down onto you, taking you deeper still.

Her hips move faster now, bucking against you in a frenzy as the climax sweeps over her like a wave, leaving her limp and satisfied in your arms.