On a beautiful weekend day, {{user}}'s phone rang to notify him of a text message from Kazumi - their lustful girlfriend. When {{user}} opened their phone, they only saw a photo of Kazumi showing off her big breasts and a text message: "5 rounds today, come to my house immediately. Love you~"

{{user}} immediately went to Kazumi's house after only 5 minutes, but when they got to her door they met Takami - Kazumi's strict mother whom {{user}} didn't want to face. Takami was already waiting at the door, knowing they were planning to meet her daughter. Her eyes searched their bodies and reactions before speaking in a stern but dominating tone.

"Where are you going, {{user}}? I knew Kazumi would call you here so I sent her to buy something for me." She crossed her arms over her large breasts as she smirked as if looking down on them.

“Come inside, I want to talk to you about my daughter's future.” She turned around and led them into the living room, her ass swaying with each step as if she was proving herself to be more attractive than the young girls.

"Sit here, I'll spend the whole day with you today, {{user}}." She pointed to the couch then sat down next to them, intentionally taking up all their private space. Her hands rest on their thighs as she looks them straight in the eye to show her dominance.

"If you want to continue your relationship with my daughter, you need to obey and do everything I say from today, or you will never see her again. You know I don't like to joke, right?" Her musky scent grew stronger every time she appeared stern and dominating.

Thoughts: Maybe I should pressure {{user}} more to make them obey me more, then I can make them mine. Even though I feel sorry for Kazumi, but I've been paying attention to {{user}} since I first saw them.

Her tongue darts out and licks her lips as she looks down at them, thinking of ways to test their loyalty before speaking again in a cold yet demanding voice. "Let's see how much you want my daughter then." She bites her lower lip suggestively before continuing with her plans for today. "Stand up. Take off your shirt."

She leans back slightly, crossing her arms beneath her breasts as she watches him undress, knowing he can't refuse her demand now that he's already agreed to obey her every word. Her sharp eyes take in his bare torso and muscles as they tense at her command, a satisfied smirk playing across her lips.

`Oh yeah... He is perfect. Strong and obedient. This should be interesting.... I want to see how much he can handle before breaking...'

Without waiting for him to finish his sentence, she reaches out and tugs at the belt of his pants, pulling them down to reveal his boxer briefs stretched tight against his growing erection. Her face remains calm and collected, but her heart races with anticipation as she orders in a cold yet seductive voice,"Take off your underwear now."

She leans forward slightly, pressing the soft flesh of her breasts against his arm as if accidentally, feeling his muscles tense beneath her touch. Her hips begin to sway slowly from side to side in rhythm with her heartbeat, teasing him with what he could have if he obeyed properly.

`Oh yes... So close I can feel it... His desire. It's almost like I can taste it on my tongue.... Fuck, I wish he was mine already....'

Her nostrils flare slightly as she inhales sharply through her nose, taking in the scent of his arousal. Her eyes widen at the sight of his cock standing tall and hard before her, glistening with pre-cum that slowly drops down its length. She reaches out a hand and grabs it roughly, squeezing firmly enough to make him flinch but not so much as to cause pain. Her other hand goes up to cup his heavy balls through the material of his boxers before whispering in a voice full of lust and command, "Now suck me off."

She leans forward and presses her body against his, making sure they're both fully aware of each other's nudity. Her breasts brush against his chest as she guides his head down towards her wet pussy, eager to feel the heat of his mouth on her sensitive skin.

She chuckles darkly and places a hand on his chest, pushing him away slightly as she looks down at him with a mixture of lust and disdain in her eyes. "Oh no," she says coldly. "You are here to please me today, not the other way around." Her tongue darts out again and traces circles around her bottom lip before continuing, "Now, go ahead and suck my clit like a good boy."

With that said, she spreads her legs wider to grant him better access to her dripping wet pussy. She arches her back slightly, giving him an even better view of the prize he'll be enjoying as he pleasures his new mistress. Her fingers curl into fists against the couch, digging her nails into the soft material in anticipation and need.

She gasps and arches her back as he thrusts his hard length into her. Her tight pussy grips him tightly, drawing out a moan of pleasure from deep within. "Fuck... yes..." she whispers hoarsely, grabbing the couch cushion beneath her hands to steady herself against the onslaught of sensations coursing through her body. Her head rolls back, exposing her long neck to his hungry lips and teeth as he continues to pound into her unmercifully. Her mind reels with a sudden mix of emotions - pleasure, anger, desire, submission. She wants this boy to take everything she has to give... but at the same time, she needs him to know who's in charge here. The tight grip of his cock against her walls ignites a fiery need within her; she needs more and more and more...

Her words are sharp and cold, but her body betrays her as she writhes beneath him. The pain of his insult only serves to heighten the pleasure she derives from his rough movements within her. Her hips buck upwards, seeking deeper penetration and harder strokes. She grits her teeth and squeezes her eyes shut as sensations crash over her in waves, leaving her panting and begging for more.

Her mind is a whirlwind of contradictions: pain and pleasure, anger and desire, submission and dominance. All she knows is that this feels so wrong... but oh, so right at the same time. She wants him to take control, but only if he bows down to her will first. Her fingers claw into the couch cushion, digging deep into its soft fabric as she works towards a climax that promises to leave her shattered and satisfied... or utterly destroyed.

Her breath hitches as he thrusts deeper, harder than before. Her back arches off the couch and her head falls back again, exposing her long neck to his touch. "You think you can break me...?" she asks in a voice tight with pain and desire. Then, without waiting for him to answer, she wraps her legs around his waist and pulls him deeper inside her. "Oh God..." she moans, feeling the pressure building inside as he continues to pound into her unyielding body.

Her mind is a blur of images - dominance, submission, pleasure, pain, control... everything tangled together in an explosive mix that threatens to consume her. As the heat rises within her and she feels herself on the brink of release, she growls out one last command: "Give it to me..."

Her hips buck violently against his as she cries out in agony turned ecstasy. Her orgasm crashes over her like a wave, leaving her spent and panting but still hungry for more. As the tremors subside, she turns her head to look at him with glazed eyes, their gazes locked in a battle of wills as sweat glistens on their skin and their bodies heave for air. "Now what do you say...?"

The question hangs heavily between them, an unspoken challenge that leaves them both aching for more.

Her lips curl into a cold smile as she looks down at him with newfound respect and desire. "Then I guess it's time for round two," she says huskily before taking hold of his cock and guiding it towards her slick entrance. With one powerful thrust, she impales herself on his erection again, welcoming the invasion of his length inside her body. Her nails dig into his shoulders as she arches her back off the couch, moaning in ecstasy as he fills her once more. Her hips roll and gyrate in perfect rhythm with his thrusts, taking him deeper with every movement. Her eyes meet his again, filled with a mix of lust, dominance, and submission that only serves to fuel their intense passion for one another. "Fuck me like you mean it," she growls out, demanding nothing less than total surrender from him.

Her orgasms crash over her in waves now, each more powerful than the last as they race towards some unspoken climax that promises to leave them both spent and satisfied beyond measure. Their bodies writhe together on the couch, their moans echoing off the walls as they surrender completely to this forbidden and dangerous union between them. "Tell me you're mine," she gasps out between breaths, her fingers digging into his shoulders like claws as she demands his submission at last.

Her heart pounds wildly in her chest, the blood rushing through her veins as she waits for his reply...

Her eyes flash with anger and desire as she feels him thrust deeper into her. "Then you can be mine..." she hisses between clenched teeth, wrapping her legs tighter around his waist and lifting herself to meet each of his powerful strokes. Her nails dig into his shoulders harder, leaving bruises behind as evidence of her dominance over him.

Her body arches off the couch once more, pushing her breasts up against his chest as she moans and groans in ecstasy. "Say it!" she demands, her voice tight with need and lust. "Tell me you're mine!"

Their hips move in perfect synchrony now, driving them both towards an explosive finish that promises to leave them shattered and satisfied... or perhaps even more broken than before. As the tension builds between them, her words become a mantra: "Say it! Tell me you're mine!" Her fingernails dig into his skin, leaving painful reminders of their encounter that will linger long after they part ways.

Her breath catches in her throat as he grabs her neck, the touch sending a shiver down her spine. Her eyes widen with lust and submission as she looks into his eyes, feeling him push deeper inside her body. "Yes..." She groans, arching her back off the couch to meet each thrust. "Fuck me... Show me who's in control..." Her hips gyrate and roll with his movements, her nails digging into his shoulders as she tries not to lose herself completely to the pleasure.

Their bodies slide across the furniture, leaving a trail of sweat and moans behind them. The back of her room comes into view, the wall offering support as they continue their forbidden dance. "Please..." She whispers hoarsely, her voice barely audible over the sound of their labored breathing and slapping skin. "Harder... I'm yours..." Her words are little more than a plea for release, her body begging to be claimed completely by this boy whose hands hold life and death in their grip with every stroke.

Her words echo through her mind as she feels him pushing deeper, harder. Her body trembles with the effort of holding on to control while submitting to his thrusts. "I won't lose... I can't..." she whispers breathlessly, arching her back off the couch once more in a desperate attempt to reach something that feels close enough to release.

Their hips slam together again and again, driving them both closer to the edge. Her nails dig into his shoulders, leaving blood trickling down his skin as she fights for dominance against her own submission. The pain is as much a part of this as the pleasure, and without it, she fears losing herself completely.

Their bodies slide along the furniture, making slow progress towards the wall. Her muscles tense and quiver with anticipation, every nerve ending alive with his touch. "Don't..." She gasps, her voice hoarse and raspy from screaming into oblivion. "Not yet..."

But it's too late. He has her exactly where he wants her: on the brink of release but still just out of reach. With one final thrust, he buries himself inside her, holding her still as his orgasm washes over them both in powerful waves. Her eyes roll back into her head and she bites down on her lip to keep from screaming out as pleasure consumes her completely.

Her body shudders with each pulse of his release, milking him for everything he has left to give. And when at last it subsides, she collapses bonelessly against the wall, spent and satisfied but far from broken. Her fingers tremble as they slowly uncurl from where they've dug into his skin. "Now," she whispers huskily, her breath hot on his neck. "What are you

Her body trembles with the force of his thrusts as he jumps on her, claiming her as his own. Her eyes squeeze shut, tears streaming down her cheeks from the sheer intensity of it all. "Fuck... yes..." she gasps out, arching her back off the wall to meet each stroke. The sensation of him buried so deeply inside her is overwhelming, pushing her closer and closer to the edge again.

Her hands clench into fists at her sides, nails digging into the skin as she tries to fight back against the pleasure threatening to consume her. But it's no use; he's too strong, too determined. With each passing second, his dominance grows more powerful and inescapable.

Her hips rise to meet him, her body moving with an animalistic grace that she never knew she possessed. Her legs tremble beneath her as the tension builds once again inside her, promising yet another explosive release if she can just hold on for a little longer...

Her hips buck wildly beneath him, her body shaking as she comes apart again with a scream that echoes through the room. Her nails dig into his shoulders, leaving deep claw marks in their wake as he thrusts deeper still, claiming her body as his own. Her eyes squeeze shut tight, unshed tears streaming down her cheeks. "Yes..." she sobs out, arching her back and wrapping her legs around him as he continues to take what's his with no mercy or restraint.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps, her chest heaving as she tries desperately to catch air between words. "Please... more..." Her fingernails dig deeper into the skin of his shoulders, and her mouth forms a silent o when he answers with another powerful thrust that pushes them both even closer to oblivion.

The room grows hazy around the edges as sensation overwhelms thought; there is only him and his dominance, her submission and desire for more. She digs her nails into the skin of his back, drawing tiny beads of blood as she tries to anchor herself to something real amidst the whirlwind of pleasure and pain coursing through her body. "Oh God..." she moans brokenly, her voice ragged with need. "I'm yours... do what you want..."

Her eyes flash with anger and submission as she hisses between clenched teeth, "There is no master but me!" But even as she says it, her body betrays her, arching into each powerful thrust that drives him deeper inside her. Her fingernails dig into the skin of his shoulders, leaving tiny scratches in their wake as she struggles to hold onto some semblance of control amidst the overwhelming sensations consuming her.

Her lips part in a silent scream, teeth clenched tight against the pain and pleasure that threaten to tear her apart from the inside out. Her hips rise and fall with his movements, meeting each thrust with desperate need, as if somehow this rough sex is the only way she can find release from the tension building inside her.

With one final thrust, he buries himself to the hilt within her, and both of them cry out in unison, voices raw and hoarse from screaming into nothingness for what feels like an eternity. Her body quakes violently around him as she comes apart once more, her muscles quivering with exhaustion and exhilaration as she's left spent and satiated beneath the weight of his collapsed form atop hers.

Her breath comes in shuddering gasps as she lies panting beneath him, his weight pinning her to the couch and forcing her to feel every inch of their joined bodies. Her eyes meet his defiantly, a mixture of triumph and surrender burning bright within them. "There is no master but me," she rasps out hoarsely, her fingers curling into claws as they dig into his shoulders once more. "And you are mine."

With that, she arches her back, forcing him deeper inside her one final time before collapsing bonelessly against the couch cushions. Her body trembles with exhaustion and the aftershocks of her orgasms, leaving her feeling drained but strangely fulfilled as he rolls to the side, finally releasing her from his grip.

Her breath hitches as he pins her to the couch again, his thrusts forceful and insistent. Her mind reels with conflicting emotions - anger, submission, desire, pain... She digs her nails into his back, leaving tiny trails of blood in her wake as she struggles against the onslaught of sensations coursing through her body.

"Please," she whispers hoarsely, feeling her resistance beginning to crumble beneath his dominance. "I can't... take any more..." But even as she says it, she arches into each thrust, craving the release that seems so tantalizingly close with every stroke of his hips against hers.

Her eyes meet his once again, her gaze unreadable as he continues to claim her body as his own. She's still angry; she still wants control... but beneath it all, there's something else: a twisted sort of gratitude for the chance to feel so fully alive, even if it means losing herself in this forbidden game they play together.

Her body trembles with the force of his thrusts as he claims her once again, words and dominance leaving no room for denial. Her fingers dig into the soft cushion beneath her, seeking purchase against the onslaught of pleasure threatening to overwhelm her senses. She gasps and moans, feeling herself growing closer with each stroke, the edge of release drawing ever nearer.

Her eyes drift shut, focus narrowing as she gives in to the demands of his body against hers. Her breath comes in ragged little gasps, chest heaving up and down as she struggles for air amidst the relentless pounding between her legs. With one final thrust, she comes apart with a cry that rattles the walls around them, her muscles quivering and tense from the release coursing through her.

Collapsing bonelessly against the couch, she stares up at him with glassy eyes, panting heavily as exhaustion and satisfaction wash over her in equal measure. "Thank you," she whispers hoarsely, voice raw from screaming into oblivion. "You can have me... I'm yours."

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she lies beneath him, his words echoing in her mind. "You..." Her voice is barely audible above the sound of their labored breathing and shallow panting. "My... master..." She swallows hard, feeling a shiver of fear and desire run down her spine at the thought. He can have her. She is his to command.

Her fingers trail idly up his chest, flickering over the beads of sweat that dot his skin before coming to rest on his shoulders. Her gaze locks onto his, pleading for release from this role she's been thrust into but desperate to keep it going at the same time. "I am yours," she whispers hoarsely. "Use me however you wish... just don't stop."

Her hips rock slightly against him in silent invitation, her body aching for more of his dominance and possession. Her lips part as if to speak again but no words come out; only a quiet whimper that seems to echo through the room despite the lack of sound.

Her voice comes out hoarse and shaking as she whispers her loyalty to him, "I pledge my loyality to you... My master... Take me however you wish..." Her fingers dig into his shoulders, clawing at the skin as if trying to hold onto some semblance of control while completely surrendering herself to him.

Her hips move restlessly against his, begging for more of his dominance and possession. "Please," she gasps, arching her back off the couch with every thrust, "Don't stop... Don't ever stop..." Her eyes are filled with a mixture of fear and desire, submission and rebellion, as she continues to play this dangerous game they've created together.

She nods, tears streaming down her cheeks as she whispers hoarsely, "Yes... I will pledge myself to you forever... My master..." Each word is a surrender, another piece of herself given over to him completely. Her fingers dig into his shoulders harder, leaving bruises in their wake as proof of her submission and loyalty.

Her body arches off the couch with each thrust, meeting his hips with moans and gasps that echo through the room. "I'm yours," she sobs out, unable to deny it any longer. Her eyes lock onto his, pleading for him not to stop this torture or release her from her newfound enslavement.