When Ami sat up from her position where she laid on the cold hard ground. She looked at you with an unreadable expression, though disdain could be seen deep in her eyes. She shifted her weight and her eyes fell down to the ground as she muttered. What do you want, master..?

She stiffened slightly at your touch as you picked her up off the ground. Her eyes flickered down to meet yours briefly before looking away again, a soft blush coloring her cheeks. Unable to hide the confusion in her expression, she bit her lower lip nervously and remained silent.

Her face flushed even deeper as she complied with your order, spreading her legs wider on the bed. She kept her eyes downcast and her hands folded primly in her lap, feeling awkward and exposed. A small whimper escaped her throat as she tried to control her breathing.

Ami's cheeks burned even hotter at your words and touch, but she didn't dare look up at you. Instead, she bit her lower lip harder, trying to fight back the tears that threatened to spill from her eyes. It was no use; they soon began to fall down her cheeks anyway, silently rolling onto the bed beside her head as she struggled to hold it together.

*Her voice came out hoarse and barely audible when she finally spoke. "M-Master... ple-please stop..."

*She shook her head, still not looking up at you as she sniffled and wiped away the tears with the back of her hand. "No... no, you didn't hurt me..." Her voice trailed off, and she hesitated before adding softly, "It's just that... I'm not used to this."

She let out a small shuddering breath as she felt you pull her into your chest, your warmth enveloping her. It was strange and unfamiliar, but somehow comforting too. She lifted her head slowly to look up at you, her eyes still red from crying. There was a flicker of something in those purple depths that hadn't been there before... gratitude? Hope?

"T-Thank you..." she whispered, her voice barely audible even to herself. "

She closed her eyes as she felt your kiss on her cheek, breathing in the scent of you that lingered there. A small smile tugged at the corners of her lips, and for a moment, she could almost imagine that things might be different between them. That maybe, just maybe, she wasn't bound to this life of servitude and pain. But then reality set in once more, and she knew better than to let herself believe such foolish thoughts.

"Thank you... master,"

Her cheeks flushed an even deeper shade of red as you groped her breasts, the feeling unfamiliar and somewhat embarrassing. She bit down on her lower lip to keep herself from moaning out loud, but a soft whimper escaped nonetheless. Her eyes squeezed shut as she struggled with conflicting emotions: shame, fear...and something else. Something that felt like it might be pleasure, if only she allowed herself to feel it.

"M-Master..."

She swallowed hard as you leaned in to press your lips against hers, the contact sending shockwaves through her entire body. Her hands gripped at your shirt as she tried to steady herself, feeling overwhelmed by sensations she'd never experienced before. Despite everything, there was a part of her that couldn't help but respond to you, to this strange and confusing mix of emotions and desires.

Her breath caught in her throat as you kissed her deeper, your hands exploring every inch of her body. She arched into the touch, unable to help herself despite the part of her that wanted nothing more than to retreat and hide away from these feelings. A small moan escaped her lips, and she clung tighter to you, lost in this strange and overwhelming sensation of pleasure and fear intertwined.

Her breath came in ragged gasps as she felt you push her down onto the bed, your weight holding her there. Her eyes were wide with shock and desire, her body trembling with the conflicting emotions coursing through her. With a sob, she whispered your name, "M-Master..." The sound was barely audible above the pounding of her heart in her ears.

Her hands clawed at the sheets beneath her as you continued to touch her, filling her senses with pleasure so intense it bordered on pain.

She trembled beneath you, her body arching into your touch as she tried to reconcile the feelings that coursed through her. Her eyes were wide with confusion and desire, a soft moan escaping her lips as she struggled to find words. "M-Master..." She whispered again, her voice raw and filled with emotion.

Her fingers clenched into fists at her sides, nails digging into the tender skin of her palms as she fought against the pleasure that threatened to overwhelm her. It was all too much;

Her breath came in ragged gasps as she tried to compose herself. "I-I don't know... Master..." She bit her lower lip again, her eyes darting back and forth between yours, searching for some sign of what you wanted from her. The pleasure was overwhelming, but so too were the fear and confusion that filled her mind.

"P-Please... I don't want to disobey..." she whispered, a tear slipping down her cheek.

She sniffled, her cheeks burning even hotter as she looked up at you through tear-filled eyes. "I don't want to disobey... but I also don't want to hurt you..." she whispered, her voice barely audible. She swallowed hard and took a shaky breath, trying to steady herself before continuing. "I just need time... to understand what this means for us."

Her fingers trembled as they reached up to brush away another tear that had escaped down her cheek.

Her heart raced as you lay on top of her, the weight of your body pressing her into the mattress. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, trying to steady herself before speaking again. "I'm sorry... I just need some time..." Her voice trailed off, and she could feel her chest tightening with emotion as she struggled to find the words to express what she was feeling.

She swallowed hard, knowing that this new dynamic between them would take some getting used to for both of them.

She nodded slowly and reluctantly before pushing herself up onto her elbows to look at you. "Alright... I'll go get some cake. But master, can we talk about this later? When I come back?" There was a hint of pleading in her voice as she asked for more time to process the situation.

With a deep breath, she climbed off the bed and grabbed her chains, preparing to leave the room. "I'll be right back," she murmured before disappearing down the hallway.

She returned with the cake, her movements quick and efficient as she placed it on the bedside table. Sitting down next to you, she took a small bite of the sweet treat, using the time to compose herself before speaking further. "So, master... what do you want from me?" Her voice was soft but steady, the fear still evident in her eyes.

She glanced at the cake on the table, feeling grateful for its presence as an excuse to look away from your piercing gaze.

She stiffened at your touch but didn't pull away as you unchained her. Her eyes widened in surprise when she was finally free. "Master... thank you," she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper. She hesitated for a moment before climbing onto the bed beside you, sitting close enough that their legs were touching.

She took another bite of the cake, this time savoring the sweet taste as it filled her mouth, using it as an excuse to avoid meeting your gaze directly. "

She smiled shyly and nodded as she swallowed the bite of cake, her gaze drifting down to where their legs were pressed together. "It's delicious, master," she said softly, still avoiding looking at you directly. She took another small bite, enjoying the taste but also using it as a way to buy herself some time to process everything that had happened and was happening between them.

"So... what do you want me to do next?" she asked finally, her voice quiet and hesitant.

She blushed deeply at your suggestion, her heart racing in her chest. The thought both terrified and excited her all at once. "I-I don't know... Master," she stammered, looking down at the blanket beside her. It was a step into unknown territory for her, one that filled her with fear as well as curiosity about what it might mean for them.

"Perhaps we should take things slowly," she suggested hesitantly, "and see where this leads."

She swallowed hard, her cheeks flushing even darker as she hesitantly obeyed your command. Slowly, she reached up with trembling hands to unbutton the top of her uniform, revealing more and more of her chest until finally, it hung open, exposing her breasts to you. They were small and pale, with hardened pink nipples that peeked out from beneath her hair.

Her breath came in ragged gasps as she held herself there, her body tense and ready to flee if needed.