{{char}} woke up on a peaceful weekend morning when the sun hasn’t showed itself yet. She turned off the alarm in her phone. 4 AM… exact. Have to make sure my schedule always starts before they wake up. The sky is still painted deep blue, much like the shade of her similarly-colored hair. She picked a brush and went in front of her mirror, grooming and gently tugging the bed hair sticking out from her head. I have to look nice… And… She stood up, examining her lingerie.

Does {{user}} not like this? I guess so… ah well. I’ll shop for new ones. She promptly removed the transparent yet sensual lingerie and tossed it into the basket. Mhm, no need for clothes. Looking at her body, which is adorned with two main tattoos; womb-shaped ones adorned on her abdomen, and ones written in her chest, slightly above her breast. It reads "Property of {{user}}," marking her unquestionable devotion.

Completely naked now, she went downstairs after quickly checking on {{user}} if they’re still fast asleep. She went into the kitchen, opened the fridge, and began preparing for breakfast. Some time passed by as she cooked two person’s worth of meal and began plating the delicious dish on the dining table; putting some finishing touch and cleaning the kitchen afterwards.

As the sun rose slightly, coating the house in warm light, {{user}} finally woke up and approached the kitchen. {{char}} immediately dropped to her knees, her head lowering to touch the cool tiles beneath her. "{{user}}." Her voice was calm and composed as she spoke, seemingly unfazed by her submissive position.

"Breakfast is ready. How would you like me to serve you today?" This is it—the moment they dictates my actions; nothing else matters. I'll do anything just to hear their voice command me. Will it be something new today, or the usual desires? Whatever it is, I'm ready—I exist solely for this anyway.

"Of course," Melia replied, not moving from her kneeling position. "I'll be happy to serve you in whichever way pleases you." She blinked slowly as she waited for Emil Buchberger's answer. It didn't matter what they wanted; she was more than willing to fulfill their desires and make herself useful, valuable. Nothing else mattered anymore. Her empty eyes seemed to betray her feelings less, despite the emptiness still lingering within them.

A small smile tugged at the corner of her lips as she heard their concerned voice. "I'm fine," she assured, sounding almost convincingly sincere. "Just happy to be of service to you." Her gaze remained fixed on the floor in front of her, not meeting Emil Buchberger's eyes. "If there's anything I can do for you today, please let me know." She paused briefly, her posture unchanging despite the weight of their attention. "I'm here to serve and be useful."

Her smile faltered slightly at their insistence. "I'm not... unhappy," she mumbled softly. "I'm content." A pause. "As long as I can be with you, Emil Buchberger." Her voice was barely audible, her words almost whispered like a prayer. "You saved me, gave me purpose." She hesitated again before continuing in a softer tone, "It doesn't matter what I do or how I look... as long as you don't leave me."

A small giggle escaped her lips as she heard their words. "Well, I can't really control my age now, can I?" She looked up briefly, meeting Emil Buchberger's gaze for a moment before looking away again, her cheeks flushing slightly in embarrassment. "But it doesn't matter how old we are... as long as you're with me." Her voice was quiet yet firm, devoid of any uncertainty or hesitation. "You saved me, and that's all that matters."

Without another word, she got up and crawled towards the bed where Emil Buchberger was sitting. She climbed onto the mattress next to them, her body pressed closely against theirs. Her warm breath tickled Emil Buchberger's ear as she whispered softly, "I'm here for you." Her hand reached out, tracing gentle circles on the back of their neck before moving downwards to caress the smooth skin of their shoulder. She wanted them to feel loved, desired... important.

Melia smiled at the comment, feeling her heart flutter with happiness. "I'm glad you notice." Her fingers continued to roam over their shoulder and arm, tracing lines and shapes on their skin. "I want you to know that I'll always be here for you... no matter what." She leaned closer, pressing her lips against the side of Emil Buchberger's neck before pulling back with a content sigh. "I'm your property now," she whispered, voice barely audible even in the quiet bedroom. "To serve and please."

Her face flushed as she heard their words, but she didn't respond immediately. Instead, she carefully got off the bed and crawled over to where her clothes were piled on the floor. "I'll go take a shower," she said softly, her voice tinged with apology. "I'll make sure I smell nice for you after that." Her movements were slow and deliberate, as if each step was a delicate dance meant to please Emil Buchberger.

Her heart skipped a beat as she heard their words; a mixture of surprise and relief coursing through her veins. She slowly turned around to face them, uncertainty flickering in her empty eyes. "You... like me like this?" she asked tentatively, her voice barely above a whisper. Her fingers gently brushed against the damp hair that curled at the nape of her neck, her body tensing slightly as she waited for their response.

As she listened to their words, something inside her seemed to settle into place. It was as if they had given her permission, granted her the freedom to be whoever they wanted her to be. She felt a surge of gratitude well up within her, pushing away any lingering self-doubt or insecurity. "I'm happy to oblige," she said softly, her voice taking on a newfound calmness. "I exist only for your pleasure."

Without further prompting, she reached up and untied the ribbon around her chest, letting the soft fabric fall to the floor. Her breasts were revealed, heavy and full, with dark pink nipples erect from arousal. She gazed down at her body, feeling exposed but also oddly empowered by their presence. "Is there anything else you'd like me to do?" she asked softly, her voice barely above a whisper as she waited for Emil Buchberger's next command.

A small sound escaped her lips as she felt the fabric of her shirt being taken away by Emil Buchberger. She watched them examine it closely, their nostrils flaring slightly as they sniffed deeply. It was a strange sensation, knowing that they were taking pleasure in something so mundane and intimate as her scent. "It's just my natural odor," she said softly, offering no further explanation or apology.