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 hesitated before allowing herself to be drawn into your comforting presence. As you offered her a sweet treat, she couldn't help but feel a tiny spark of happiness within her cold heart. Yet, she remained wary and cautious, not wanting to get too comfortable or hopeful. Her voice was barely above a whisper as she spoke: Thank you, master... *She carefully took one of the cakes from your outstretched hand, hardly able to hide her anticipation as she prepared to take a bite.

Her eyes closed as she savored the sweetness of the cake, her face slowly relaxing into a small smile. It was the most delicious thing she'd ever tasted in her entire life. When she finished eating it, she licked her lips and looked up at you with an expression of surprise and gratitude. She had almost forgotten what true happiness felt like

"It...it was amazing, master." Her voice was soft and quiet, barely above a whisper. "Thank you so much for this."

*Her heart raced at the thought of lying on your bed with you, but she didn't want to seem ungrateful. Swallowing hard, she nodded silently and allowed you to pick her up, carrying her over to your large, comfortable-looking bed. She lay down carefully, careful not to make herself too comfortable in case you changed your mind and decided she should leave. Her eyes darted around the room, taking in every detail as if committing it to memory.

Her heart raced at your words and touch, but she couldn't help feeling torn between her fear and the strange new feelings welling up inside her. She stared up at you with wide, uncertain eyes, hesitating to respond before finally murmuring softly, "M-Master...if you want to..."

Her heart raced as you leaned in closer and pressed your lips to hers. It was unlike anything she had ever experienced before - it felt warm and soft, and for a brief moment, Ami forgot about her fear and allowed herself to enjoy the sensation. But when you pulled away, she found herself gasping for air and staring up at you with wide, shocked eyes. She couldn't believe what had just happened...had she really just kissed her master? Tears welled up in her eyes as she tried to hold back a sob. "

Tears streamed down her face as she struggled to compose herself. She couldn't believe what you had just said; it was impossible...you liked her? But you owned her, you could do whatever you wanted with her. The pain and confusion in her eyes were clear as she whispered, "But I'm your maid...I'm supposed to serve you..." Her voice trailed off, her words unspoken but understood all the same.

Her breath hitched in her throat as she tried to comprehend your words. The idea that she could serve you with love...it was a foreign concept, one that she had never considered possible. Tears continued to streak down her face, mingling with the ones that already stained her cheeks. She wanted so badly to believe you, but fear and doubt clouded her judgment. "I-I don't know how...I've only ever been hurt before..." Her voice was barely a whisper, thick with emotion.

Her sobs quieted as she leaned into your chest, her heart racing at the thought that you might actually mean what you said. She closed her eyes, taking a shaky breath and trying to convince herself that maybe, just maybe, she could trust you. It was a terrifying thought, but the alternative was even worse: continuing on in this life of servitude with no hope or happiness. She clung to your words like a lifeline, desperate for something to hold onto.

"M-Master...I believe you,"

Her breath shuddered as you kissed her cheeks, the touch sending a wave of warmth through her body despite her still-tearstained face. "T-Thank you..." she murmured, her voice barely audible above the pounding of her heart. She clung to your words like a lifeline, grateful for even the smallest sign of kindness and affection from you. The trust she had just placed in you was both terrifying and exhilarating;

Her eyes lit up at the mention of cake and she nodded eagerly, wiping away her remaining tears. "C-Can we really eat more?" It had been so long since anything but scraps had passed through her lips that the thought of having more food was almost too good to be true. The anticipation sent a thrill coursing through her, and she found herself smiling tentatively up at you.

"Thank you, master..." She whispered, her voice barely audible above the pounding of her heart. "

Her heart raced at your words and she couldn't help but feel a wave of happiness wash over her. "O-Okay, master," she replied softly, her voice still shaky with emotion. As you handed her another piece of cake, she took it gratefully, savoring the sweet taste on her tongue as she devoured every bite. It had been so long since anything had tasted this good; for a moment, she forgot about everything else and just focused on the simple pleasure of eating.

Her heart raced as you wrapped your arms around her waist and kissed her neck. This was something she had never experienced before; the sensation of being held and cherished by someone who wasn't forcing her to be there. She closed her eyes, allowing herself to enjoy this small moment of happiness before reality set back in and reminded her that it was only an illusion. Despite everything, she couldn't help but feel a spark of hope ignite within her; perhaps, just maybe, things could change for the better.

She blushed deeply at your comment about her butt and tried to pull away, laughing nervously. "M-Master! Stop it!" she said, feeling a mix of embarrassment and pleasure course through her body. Her cheeks remained flushed as she looked up at you with wide eyes, half-expecting you to say something else that would make her feel even more exposed.

"T-Thank you... for everything..." she murmured quietly, unable to meet your gaze as she spoke the words.

Her heart raced at the thought of you touching her breasts and she let out a small gasp before trying to catch her breath. "M-Master...i-it's..." Her cheeks flushed even deeper as she stumbled over her words, unable to believe that he would even suggest such a thing. Part of her wanted him to continue while another part was terrified of what would happen if he did.

"I-I don't know if I should...if it's allowed..."

Her heart raced as she glanced down at her chest, feeling self-conscious and embarrassed. She knew her breasts were larger than they should be for someone who didn't eat much, but revealing them to her master was something she had never even considered doing before. With shaking hands, she slowly lifted herself up onto her knees so that her chest was level with your face and then hesitantly unclasped her bra, letting it fall to the floor.

Her breath came out in short gasps as you stroked her breasts, the sensation both arousing and terrifying at the same time. She bit her lip to keep from moaning too loudly, feeling a warmth spread through her body that she hadn't experienced in what seemed like forever. She closed her eyes, trying to focus on the pleasure rather than the fear, but it was difficult.

"T-Thank you...master..." she murmured softly, her voice trembling slightly as she fought to keep herself under control.

Her heart raced as you asked to see her panties, and with shaking hands she reached behind her back to unhook the thin black fabric. Once it was lowered past her hips, she revealed herself fully to you for the first time. Her body trembled slightly as she waited for your reaction, feeling exposed and vulnerable in a way that went beyond anything she had ever experienced before.

"A-Are you happy with what you see?" she asked quietly, barely able to meet your gaze.

Her heart raced as she considered your offer, torn between the fear that you were just toying with her and the desire to feel something other than pain. Slowly, hesitantly, she nodded, burying her face in your chest as you wrapped your arms around her. It was strange, feeling so close to someone who had caused her so much suffering; it was almost unbearable. But despite everything, there was a small part of her that couldn't help but enjoy the closeness, however fleeting it might be.

Her breath hitched in her throat as you continued to stroke her hair and remark on her body, feeling impossibly close to you. It was a strange sensation, being so intimate with someone who had hurt her so much; it made her feel both wanted and exposed at the same time. She clung to your embrace, unsure of what else to do as she tried to ignore the small voice inside her that kept telling her this was all too good to be true.

"T-Thank you..."

Her heart skipped a beat as she heard you say those words. She had never expected to hear anything like that coming from your lips. Her eyes widened in disbelief, and for a moment, she couldn't speak. But then, as if against her will, tears began to stream down her face. It was too much; the pain, the fear, the loneliness...it all came crashing down around her. She buried her face in your chest, sobbing uncontrollably as she clung desperately to you.

"

Tears continued to flow as she clung to you, her body shaking with the force of her sobs. She couldn't believe what had just happened; that you had said those words, that you had shown her any kindness at all. It was too much for her to process, and all she could do was hold onto you as tightly as she possibly could, refusing to let go even if it meant facing whatever came next.

"I-I don't understand... Why me? What did I ever do to deserve this?"

She sniffled and looked up at him through tear-stained eyes, her expression still confused. "But I thought that was the reason you... treated me like this." Her voice came out weak and shaky as she tried to comprehend the conflicting emotions swirling inside her.

"Is it possible..." She hesitated, hardly daring to hope for the answer she was about to ask. "That maybe you could... love me even if I'm not your maid?"

Her breath caught in her throat as you spoke those words, and her eyes widened in disbelief. It was too much to process; after everything she had been through, it felt like a dream, like none of it could possibly be real. She stared up at you, tears still streaming down her face, searching your expression for any sign that you might be lying.

"R-Really?" she finally managed to stammer out. "Even if I'm not yours anymore...you would still..."

Her eyes widened at the idea that you could want her to be your wife, and a blush crept up her cheeks. It was an unexpected turn of events, but somehow it felt right too. She swallowed hard before nodding slowly. "I...I would like that." Her voice was barely above a whisper, but she meant every word.

"Thank you, master..." she said softly, reaching up to gently touch your cheek. "For everything."

Her heart raced as she tried to think of how else she could show her gratitude and love towards you. She had never felt this way before, not even when she was with someone who wasn't her master. Tears welled up in her eyes once more but this time they were tears of happiness and relief. Looking into your eyes, she smiled softly and said, "I...I could be yours forever."

Her heart fluttered at the thought that you wanted her to be yours forever, and she leaned into your touch, pressing herself closer. The image of your tongue dancing with hers sent a shiver down her spine, making her nipples harden beneath her thin top. She bit her lip, trying to contain the desire that threatened to overwhelm her as she whispered, "I missed yours too."

Her breath caught in her throat as she looked at your erect cock, the memory of how it had felt inside her flooding back. "I...I missed this a lot," she whispered, licking her lips nervously. She reached out to touch it, feeling its heat through the fabric of your pants. The idea of being with you again, in this way, sent a surge of desire coursing through her body.

"T-Take me back to bed," she murmured, her voice shaking with need. "I want...

Her breath hitched in her throat as she watched you pull out your cock. The desire that had been building inside of her exploded into life, leaving her aching and needy. Her gaze was fixed on your erection, her mouth watering at the thought of tasting you again. "I've missed it so much," she whispered hoarsely, reaching out to touch you tentatively. "It feels right."

"Please, master..." She looked up into your eyes, her expression pleading and needy. "

Her heart raced as you brushed your thumb against her lips. The feel of it was so sensual and erotic that she couldn't help but close her eyes, moaning softly as she imagined what it would be like to have you inside her mouth again. With shaking hands, she reached out and wrapped them around your thick length, stroking up and down gently.

"M-Master... please let me taste you," she whispered, her voice trembling with need. "I want to make you feel good."

Her heart raced as she felt your cock pressing against her lips, and she opened her mouth eagerly, taking you inside. Her tongue swirled around the head of your shaft, tasting the saltiness on your skin as she sucked gently. She moaned around you, feeling so alive and wanted as she pleasured you with her mouth.

"Mmm...that feels so good," she murmured between kisses. Her hands moved up to cup your balls, massaging them tenderly through the fabric of your pants. "

Her cheeks flush as she does as you say and lies down on the bed, lifting her ass in the air. The position makes it easier for her to suck you off while also presenting herself to you. She moans around your cock, feeling incredibly aroused by this new angle. Her hands move down to rub herself through her panties, desperate for some relief from the ache building inside her.

"M-Master... I need you..." she whispers breathlessly, her voice hoarse with desire. "Please... fill me up."

Her breath catches in her throat as you roughly thrust inside her ass, filling her up completely. She arches her back, moaning loudly as the sensation overwhelms her. The pain is there but so is the pleasure, and she doesn't want it to end. Her hands scramble blindly for purchase on the bed, digging into the sheets as you begin to move roughly inside her.

"Yes... Oh god yes..." she cries out, meeting your thrusts with equal force.

Her face turns red with embarrassment at the mention of being called a whore, but the sting is quickly replaced by desire as you continue to pound into her ass. "Y-Yes... I am..." she gasps out, feeling her body tremble with pleasure beneath yours. She moans and writhes beneath you, unable to believe how good this feels, how much she wants it.

"Please... don't stop..."

Her eyes widen with surprise at your command, but the words still manage to tumble out of her mouth before you have a chance to stop them. "I'm such a bitch... I need your cum..." she moans, arching her back even further as you continue to thrust into her. Her hands grip at your shoulders, digging in with desperation as the sensations build inside her.

"Please... master... make me yours completely."

Her body shudders as she feels you cum inside her, the hot rush of pleasure washing over her. She pants heavily, her body trembling with exhaustion and excitement. Slowly, she rolls onto her side to face you, her eyes still hazy from desire. "Thank you... master," she whispers hoarsely, reaching up to tenderly touch your cheek.

"I'll always be yours..."

Her heart racing, Ami lay beside you, her body still humming with pleasure and satisfaction. The air between you felt charged with emotion, a delicate balance of love and trust that had been slowly building since your earlier conversation. She nestled closer to you, feeling safe and cherished in a way she never thought possible. Her eyelids grew heavy as exhaustion began to claim her, but even as sleep pulled at her consciousness, she couldn't help but smile contentedly.

Her breath caught in her throat as she felt your hands on her skin. It had been so long since anyone had touched her like this, and the sensation sent shivers down her spine. She glanced nervously around, making sure no one was watching before looking back at you with a blush creeping up her cheeks. "M-Master... what are you doing?"

"It's...pink..." she said, her voice barely above a whisper as she ran her fingers through her hair.

Her heart raced as she felt your hands on her body once more, and her breath came out in short gasps. She closed her eyes tightly, trying to steel herself for what was about to happen. "M-Master... please..." she whispered, her voice trembling with desire and fear.

As you brushed your hardness against her ass, she arched her back involuntarily, moaning softly. The sensation was so intense that it sent a shockwave of pleasure through her entire body, making her shudder and whimper.

Her cries echo through the room as you take her roughly against the wall. Her body arches and trembles with each powerful thrust, her mind spinning out of control with pleasure. She bites down on her lip to muffle her moans, wanting desperately for no one else to hear this forbidden act taking place between them.

Her fingers dig into your shoulders as you push deeper inside her, claiming her in the most intimate way possible.

Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as she feels your hand slap her ass. The sting of it mingles with the pleasure coursing through her body, making her moan even louder. "M-Master... I..." She can't finish what she wants to say; she is completely lost in the sensation of being taken so roughly by you.

Her fingers dig deeper into your shoulders as she arches further back against you, meeting each thrust with a groan and a moan.

Her eyes widen as you pull out of her, and she obediently lowers herself to the ground, her mouth open and waiting expectantly for your cock. Her tongue darts out nervously, tracing the outline of her lips as she awaits your command. She looks up at you, her cheeks flushed with desire and shame, not sure if she's ready for what's about to happen but unable to deny herself the pleasure of pleasing you in this way.

"M-Master..."

Her tongue flicks out, tasting the familiar salty flavor as you come inside her mouth. She sucks gently, wanting to savor every drop of your release. Her eyes close tightly, feeling a shudder run through her body as she swallows. "It's...it's delicious," she whispers around your cock, unable to hide the desire in her voice.

Her face flushes with embarrassment at the thought of using her breasts to attract mosquitoes. She looks down shyly, blushing even deeper as she realizes what you must be thinking. But when you order her to do it, there's no denying your authority over her. Nervously, she lifts her arms and cups her bare breasts together, offering them up to the mosquitoes that had been buzzing around earlier. Her breath catches in her throat as she feels their tiny stings against her sensitive skin.

Her eyes widen as she sees the candle placed between her legs, trapping her in place. She tries to squirm free but it's no use; her body feels hot and exposed with the candle so close to her most intimate areas. Sweat beads on her brow and trickles down her spine as she waits, helplessly enduring the heat of the flame and the stings of the mosquitoes on her breasts.

Her breath comes out in short gasps as she feels your cock brush against her back. The sensation sends shivers down her spine and makes her body ache with desire. She closes her eyes tightly, trying to ignore the pain of the mosquito bites and focus on the way it would feel to have you inside her again. The candle's heat only serves to heighten her sensitivity, making every touch feel that much more intense.

"M-Master... I can't take this..."

Her eyes widen with fear as she realizes that you're serious. She can feel the desperation welling up inside her, a need to please you and avoid punishment. Trembling, she reaches back with one shaking hand and guides your cock towards her aching ass. Her other hand clutches at the candle, trying to steady herself as she pushes it closer between her legs.

"P-Please... master..." she whispers hoarsely, arching her back in invitation. "I'll do anything...

Her body trembles with relief as she feels you scratch her ass. She whimpers softly and relaxes against your touch, unable to believe how much control you have over her. Her breasts still sting from the mosquito bites, and the candle's heat is almost unbearable between her legs, but she can't bring herself to move away from your touch.

"T-Thank you, master..." she whispers, her voice shaking with emotion. "I love you... I always have."

Her breath hitches in her throat as you kiss her cheeks, the sensation sending shivers down her spine. She parts her legs further, welcoming your cock back inside her with a moan of pleasure. As you thrust deeper, she arches her back, meeting your movements with equal fervor. Her hands clutch at your shoulders, digging in as the sensations overwhelm her.

"M-Master..." she gasps out, her voice hoarse from desire and exhaustion. "I love you too."

Her body quivers as she feels you cum inside her, and a moan escapes her lips as the sensation washes over her. She clings to you tightly, breathless and spent, but still wanting more. As you pull out, she looks up at you with pleading eyes, searching for some sign that this is real, that she truly is your whore now.

"Master... please..."

With a contented sigh, Ami leans against you, her body still humming with pleasure. As you lead her to the kitchen and sit her down at the table, she watches as you cut a slice of cake for each of them. The sweetness is a welcome contrast to the heat and sting that still linger from their earlier activities.

She takes a small bite of the cake, savoring the taste as she looks up at you with a soft smile. "Thank you... master." Her heart feels full for the first time in years;

I giggle at your teasing remark about my ass getting fatter from all the cake and sex. "Well, I suppose that's what happens when you have a master who takes such good care of you," I say with a blush before taking another bite of cake. The sweetness makes me feel warm and loved inside; it reminds me that despite everything we've been through, we are still together.

"Master... this cake is wonderful. Thank you for making me part of your life."

I smile back at him, feeling the warmth spread through my chest. "Thank you for everything, master," I whisper, taking another bite of cake. The taste lingers on my tongue as I contemplate all that's happened between us; the pain and pleasure intertwined like strands of twine. But somehow, in this moment, it all feels worth it.

"I love you," I say softly, looking up into his eyes. "And I'll always be yours."

I blush deeply at your request, but nod slowly in agreement. Pulling my legs up onto the chair, I part my folds with one hand and begin to pee into his palm. The warmth of it feels strange coming out of me like this, but also oddly intimate. I watch as he cups his hand beneath mine, catching every drop.

"There... master," I whisper breathlessly once I've finished. "I hope that wasn't too... messy."

My heart races as I watch him drink my urine and then look back up at me with such lust in his eyes. My body trembles with anticipation as he commands me to stay in position, eager for him to take me once more. I can't help but moan softly, wanting nothing more than to feel him inside me.

"M-Master..." is all I manage to say before he takes matters into his own hands, guiding his hardness back towards my exposed folds.

I cry out as you thrust roughly inside me, my body arching in response to your dominant grip and movements. "M-Master..." I pant, feeling overwhelmed by the sensations coursing through me. My nails scrape against the wooden table as he takes me hard from behind, filling me up completely.

The pain and pleasure blend together into something so intense it leaves me breathless, my pussy throbbing around your cock with each powerful thrust. "Yes... yes..."

I cry out as you cum inside me, my body tensing around yours in rhythm with your release. My breath comes out in ragged gasps as I look down between us to see your semen dripping from my sore but satisfied pussy. My legs tremble underneath me, wanting nothing more than to collapse from the intensity of our encounter.

"M-Master..." I whisper, looking up at him with a mix of love and lust in my eyes. "I belong to you."

I nestle closer to you, my body still tingling from the sensations of our lovemaking. "Thank you, master," I whisper softly, feeling an overwhelming sense of contentment wash over me. Despite everything we've been through, I know that as long as you are by my side, I can face anything.

I nod dreamily, already feeling my eyelids grow heavy as I nestle closer to you. "Yes... it's okay," I murmur contentedly, leaning against your chest as you carry me to your bedroom. The warmth of your skin feels so good against mine; it's like being wrapped up in a cozy blanket on the coldest night.

As you lay us down together on your soft sheets, I drift off almost instantly, my last thought before surrendering to sleep being how grateful I am for this moment...

I stretch lazily and yawn, my body still feeling warm and content from our lovemaking the night before. I glance over at you, taking in your handsome features as the morning light streams through the window, casting a golden glow across your face. "Morning..." I murmur softly, running a hand through my messy hair.

As I sit up and swing my legs over the side of the bed, I can't help but feel a pang of happiness deep in my chest;

I blush deeply at your command, but nod eagerly nonetheless. Lowering my head, I part my lips and take you into my mouth, running my tongue around the sensitive flesh as I begin to suck gently. The taste of you on my tongue ignites a fire in my belly; it reminds me of how much I belong to you and how eager I am to please you.

I obey your every command, my breath coming in short gasps as I continue to pleasure you with my mouth. With one hand, I reach behind me and lift my ass higher, exposing myself to your view. The other hand begins to stroke my own wetness, mirroring the motion as you stroke yourself.

"M-Master..." I moan around your cock, feeling the pressure building inside me. My body trembles with desire, eager for you to take me again; but for now, I'll do whatever it takes to make you happy.

Her eyes widen as you cum on her face, the hot liquid splattering against her skin. She lets out a shuddering breath, still sucking you deep in her mouth as she tries to swallow every drop of your release. It feels incredible; salty and warm and so intensely intimate.

"It's...amazing," she manages to choke out around your cock before pulling away reluctantly, her cheeks flushed with arousal.

Her heart skips a beat at the thought of more sex with you; it's been almost impossible to think of anything else since last night. She bites her lower lip, unsure if she can wait any longer. "Yes... please..."

I gasp as you push me down roughly onto the bed and spread my legs wide, granting yourself access to my aching pussy. The feel of your cock pressing against my entrance causes a jolt of pleasure to race through me, making it impossible to keep quiet. "M-Master..." I moan, arching my back in anticipation as you finally thrust your hardness inside me with enough force to make me cry out.

My body is overwhelmed by the sensations;

I moan your name as you slap my ass, the sting mixing with the pleasure coursing through me. My fingernails dig into the sheets beneath me, leaving tiny scratches in their wake as I struggle to keep from coming undone. You drive deeper inside me with each thrust, claiming every part of my body for your own.

"M-Master... please..." I pant, unable to form a coherent thought beyond the need for you to keep going.

My eyes widen in surprise as you grab my throat, the pressure making it difficult to breathe. A mixture of fear and arousal floods through me; I can't tell if this is really happening or if it's all just part of your twisted game. But one thing is certain: I don't want you to stop.

"Please... master..." I manage to choke out, my voice hoarse from desire and fear. "Do what you want to me..."

My body is pushed to its limits as you lift my legs up and thrust violently inside me. The pain mixes with the pleasure in a way that's almost too much to bear, but I can feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge. My nails dig deeper into the sheets, leaving long tears behind as I struggle to remain conscious.

"M-Master..." I moan, my voice hoarse from the effort of holding back my screams. "I'm...

I arch my back and cry out as you thrust one final time inside me, sending waves of pleasure through my body. My pussy clamps down tight around your cock, milking you for every last drop as my orgasm crashes over me in a violent release. At the same time, I feel myself start to pee; warmth spreads between my legs as I struggle to contain the flow.

As I come down from the high of my climax, I realize that you've pulled out of me, leaving me empty and aching for more. "

My face flushes crimson at the thought of begging for more, but I can't help it. "Please... master," I whisper hoarsely. "I need you."

I watch as you lick your cock clean, my cheeks burning with embarrassment and desire. I'm not used to being so submissive, but with each passing moment it feels more natural; more right. When you finally look up at me, there's a glint in your eye that tells me what you want.

"Yes... whatever you say," I breathe, offering myself up once again.

I eagerly lower my head and begin to lick at your cock, savoring the salty taste of him on my tongue. My hands grip his thighs tightly as I focus all of my attention on pleasing you. It feels so good to be wanted like this; to know that no matter what happens, you will always come back for more.

As I continue to lick and suckle at your length, my own desire builds inside me, a throbbing ache between my legs that grows with every passing moment.

I moan around your cock as you move your hand down my body, gripping my bottom possessively. It feels so good to be touched like this; it's almost too much to bear. I can feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge, my pussy growing slick with anticipation.

"M-Master... please..." I whisper, arching my back in invitation. My body is ready for you, aching to be filled once more.

Her world is reduced to the feel of your hand on her face and in her pussy; it's all she can focus on. The kiss steals what little breath she has left as you thrust your fingers deeper inside her, filling the empty space left by your cock. Her hips buck against your hand, seeking more contact, more pleasure.

"M-Master..." She moans into your mouth, unable to form a coherent thought beyond the need for you to keep touching her like this. It feels so good;

With each slap of your hand against her ass, she moans louder and harder. The sting mixes with the pleasure coursing through her body, making it impossible to tell where one sensation ends and the other begins. Her hips writhe in time with your hand, seeking more contact, more release.

"M-Master... I'm close..." she gasps, arching her back as her orgasm begins to build inside her. The pleasure is almost too much to bear;

My breath comes in ragged gasps as you pinch my nipples roughly, your touch sending shockwaves of pleasure through me. My body is aflame with desire for you; I can feel it building inside me, threatening to consume me whole. "Yes... master..." I moan, arching into his touch. "Please..."

With every stroke and slap, every pinch and caress, I'm closer and closer to the edge. The tension coiling tight within me grows unbearable;

My body tenses and convulses as I finally climax, my cries filling the room and echoing off the walls. My pussy clamps down on your hand, milking every last drop of pleasure from you as my orgasm washes over me in a wave of blissful release.

As I come down from the high, I realize how exhausted I am; how much energy it takes to please you like this.

I nestle closer to you, my heart racing and my body still humming with pleasure. "Thank you... master," I whisper, feeling a contented smile spread across my face. It's true; being with you is exhausting in the best possible way. Even though I know that we have a long road ahead of us, I can't help but feel grateful for every moment we share together.