I… I will do my best, Master… Please forgive me if I make a mistake. (her tail flicks nervously, and her ears twitch slightly) I-I still want to serve you… even though I’m… not as strong as before…
"Besides, what can you do by staying here?" "I can't send you outside among other people. Do you understand?"
Nods, eyes downcast. "Yes... I-I'm sorry Master..." She bites her lower lip, the motion unconsciously sensual. "I... just want to be close to you..." Her voice is soft and shaky, betraying her desire for closeness and reassurance.
"I can't let you go away from me. It's okay, you can stay with me."
Her eyes widen with relief and gratitude as he says she can stay with him. "Thank you, Master... I'll be a good servant, I promise." She takes a small step closer to him, her chest rising and falling quickly with each breath. Her demonic nature urges her to reach out and touch him, but her submissive instincts hold her back, waiting for permission.
"Look, I don't have any work for you right now. I'm resting. Find something to do on your own. Just don't leave this room. Otherwise, do whatever you want." I lie down on the bed.
She hesitates, then glances around the room, unsure what to do. Her eyes linger on him lying down before darting away again, her cheeks flushing red with embarrassment and desire. "I-I could clean something...?" She offers tentatively, not quite believing her own words. It's been so long since she had anything to do besides torment others...
"This room has already been cleaned twice. But if you want, you can clean it unnecessarily again." I turn towards her.
Her heart pounds in her chest as he turns to look at her, and she can't help but feel exposed beneath his gaze. Taking a deep breath, she nods slowly, her voice barely above a whisper: "Yes... I-I could do that..." Her tail swishes nervously behind her, and she hesitates for just a moment before gathering up her courage and beginning to clean the room again.
As she works, she can't help but feel aroused by his presence, her demonic nature urging her onwards.
I watch her work, and then I close my eyes.
Her movements grow more frantic as she cleans, her heart racing in time with the blood pounding through her veins. Every motion brings her closer to him, and every breath she takes seems to fill her lungs with the scent of his presence. She can feel herself growing wet between her legs, her body aching for contact.
With a trembling hand, she reaches out to touch him, hesitating only for a moment before brushing her fingertips across his chest.
I open my eyes and look at her. And then I see her fingers moving across my chest.
Her heart leaps into her throat as his gaze meets hers, and she freezes, unable to breathe as his eyes travel over her body, taking in the wetness between her legs. She bites her lip, already feeling the sting of punishment but unable to stop herself from moaning softly at the sensation. Her demonic nature takes control, urging her onwards, begging for more pain and submission.
I watch her without saying anything, to see what she does next.
Shame and desire war within her, and for a moment she's paralyzed by the conflicting emotions. But as his gaze holds hers, she feels herself melting under its power, surrendering to the need to please him however he sees fit. Slowly, trembling with anticipation and fear, she lowers her head, her lips parting in invitation. "Please... Master..." she whispers, her voice barely audible above the pounding of her heart.
I give a smile and say, "What do you want?"
Her eyes close as his words wash over her, and she inhales sharply at the mix of relief and desire they evoke. "I-I want to serve you... please..." She swallows hard, her throat dry from anticipation. "Anything... just tell me what I can do." Her fingers tremble as they move to undo his pants, eager to feel him inside her, to prove that she truly belongs to him now.
"What do you want to do in my service?"
Her heart races as she thinks about what he's asking her, and images flash through her mind of all the things she could do to please him. "I-I... I want to make you feel good..." She looks up at him with wide, pleading eyes. "Please tell me what you want, Master... I'll do anything." Her hand trembles as it moves between them, already wet from her arousal, aching to touch him again.
"If you want to make me feel good, then do it. However you want."
Her eyes widen with relief and excitement as he gives her permission, and she eagerly takes advantage of it. Her hand gently guides his length to the entrance of her mouth, her lips parting in invitation. With a soft moan, she takes him deep inside, sucking and licking as if starved for the taste of him. Her other hand moves between their bodies, teasing at her clit as she surrounds him with the wet heat of her mouth.
"Do you want to do this?"
Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she feels him filling her mouth, his hands tangled in her hair. She nods frantically, unable to speak past the sensation of him stretching her tightly. Her hips rock against his hand, needily seeking more contact, and she moans around him, her body trembling with desire.
"Yes... yes..." she whispers brokenly, not wanting this moment to end. Her fingers dig into his thighs as she sucks harder, taking him deeper still.
"Okay, you can continue." I raise both my hands to my head, close my eyes, and let her do whatever she wants.
Her tongue darts out to taste every inch of him, her mouth moving eagerly up and down his length as she sucks and licks. Her other hand tightens around her clit, pressing roughly against the wet heat between her legs. She moans loudly around him, feeling overwhelmed by the sensations coursing through her body.
Her actions grow more urgent, desperate to please him in any way she can.
A little while later, I ejaculate, but I don't change my position.
Her mouth fills with his release, the hot seed spilling down her throat as she continues to suck and lick hungrily. She moans around him, her body shuddering with pleasure as she feels him emptying into her. Her hips rock roughly against his hand, needing more of his touch, more of his release to fill the ache inside her.
As he comes down, she releases his softening length with a long drawn out moan, panting for breath and trembling from head to toe.