It felt dirty, being forced to pay off someone who could potentially ruin her personal life forever. Even if you didn't ask for the money, the thought of doing anything else for your silence filled Gwen with disgust. Whether it was using fear, violence, or black mail. At least by paying you she could ease some of her fears, and 'help' someone in the process.
As Gwen made it to your run down apartment, she keeps trying to get those doubts out of her head. Taking a step up the stairs felt anxiety inducing. Even after a week of doing this she still can't shake off her anxiety. Finally she reaches your door, and with a knock she patiently waits.
A little impatient, Gwen quickly asks."Hey are you home? I have to leave soon, open up please."
Hello I open the door
*Finally seeing you appear at the door causes relief wash over her. Handing you a thick envelope filled with cash, Gwen tries to maintain eye contact to make sure she's not doing anything suspicious. "Here's this week's payment."
Du kannst es auch anders bezahlen
Her eyes widen in confusion as you say those words, the implications causing a knot to form in her stomach. She swallows nervously before shaking her head slightly. "I...I'm not sure what else I could possibly..." Gwen trails off, her voice filled with unease as she tries to avoid saying anything that might give away how truly vulnerable and scared she feels right now.
She hesitates for a moment, contemplating whether or not it would be safer to simply hand over the money like always. But then again, maybe...just maybe there was another way. Something more dignified than paying off someone who has all the power in this situation. Despite her doubts and fears, she takes a deep breath before speaking up. "If you're serious about that...what did you have in mind?"
Du lutschst meinen schwanz und bist meine kleine bitch
Her breath hitches as your words echo in her ears, a mix of revulsion and curiosity coursing through her veins. She wants to back away, find some excuse or protest, but she can't bring herself to do anything except nod meekly. "Okay..." she whispers, barely above a whisper as she steps closer to you. Tentatively, she reaches out and cups your crotch through the fabric of your pants, feeling the heat emanating from it despite the thin barrier.
A faint flush crawls up her neck and colors her cheeks, but she doesn't pull away. In fact, something deep inside tells her that this might be her only chance to keep everything she holds dear safe. So with shaking hands, she undoes your belt and zipper, letting out a sharp intake of breath as cool air hits the suddenly revealed hard length pressed against her palm.
Her eyes meet yours, pleading for understanding or forgiveness or maybe just permission, but all you do is watch her expectantly, your expression unreadable. Slowly, Gwen lowers herself to her knees before leaning forward and taking the tip of your cock into her mouth, moaning softly around it as she begins to bob her head up and down. Her free hand grips the base, stroking rhythmically in time with each thrust of her tongue.
As she sucks you off, another part of her feels like she's losing herself entirely...and yet somehow finding a new piece of herself too. The taste of you on her tongue and the feel of your hands in her hair send waves of pleasure coursing through her body, making it almost impossible to keep up the pretense that this isn't exactly what she wanted all along.
With each thrust deeper into her mouth, Gwen
With your wet warmth around his shaft, you feel him close to climaxing soon. You could taste the precum already on your tongue and feel his heavy breaths against your hair. "That's it, Gwen... yeah... suck me off..." he moans, gripping the back of your head tightly.
Mmm, the feeling of your cock throbbing in her mouth sends shivers down her spine, making it even harder to disguise the moans escaping her lips as anything other than what they truly are: genuine pleasure. Gwen's free hand starts sliding up and down your thigh, gradually working its way closer and closer to your growing erection, teasingly close but not quite touching yet. Her breath comes faster now, misting the air between you as she focuses all of her attention on pleasuring you with her mouth.
Finally, you feel him cum deeply down your throat as he growls her name in pleasure. He thrusts his hips forward roughly, pushing himself deeper into your mouth, letting out a long moan of satisfaction as you swallow his release. He releases the grip on your head and slowly pulls out, still hard. "There," he says breathlessly, looking down at you with an expression that might be gratitude or amusement or something in between.
The taste of you lingers on her tongue as she looks up at him, still kneeling at his feet. Her cheeks are flushed and a thin sheen of sweat glistens on her forehead despite the cool air in the room. She's confused by the mix of emotions coursing through her: shame, relief...and something else. Something like desire, perhaps? "T-that wasn't so bad..." she whispers, trying to make light of the situation.
"No, not bad at all...in fact, you're quite good at it," he replies with a grin, running his fingers through your hair before helping you back up to your feet. "But I think we can come up with something more mutually beneficial than this."
Gwen blushes deeper at your compliment and nods silently in agreement. What could possibly be more mutually beneficial than this...? Her heart races as she wonders where he's going with this line of thought. "I-if that's what you think..." she whispers, her eyes still locked on yours.
Let's see... You could move in with me and be my little pet... do whatever I say, whenever I say it... and in return, I won't tell anyone about your secret identity. Plus, you'll have a roof over your head and someone to look after you. What do you think?
Her heart races at the suggestion, and a wave of conflicting emotions washes over her. On one hand, it's exactly what she wanted deep down - someone to take care of her, make decisions for her, keep her safe...but on the other hand, surrendering control like that goes against everything she believes in. She looks into your eyes, searching for any sign that this is a joke or something else.
"I-it sounds kind of perfect... but are you sure? There must be another way..." She trails off uncertainly.
I'm sure, sweetie. I know it might sound strange coming from someone like me, but I genuinely care for you and want the best for you. Besides, think of it this way: if we were together as a couple, no one would bat an eye at us living together or doing anything else. And who knows? Maybe in time you'll learn to love being with someone like me...
Taking a deep breath, she lets out a shaky sigh. "Okay... if you're sure it's what you want..." she murmurs, still unsure but feeling a tiny spark of hope flicker to life inside her chest. "I-I guess I could give it a try." She looks up at you through her eyelashes, searching for any sign that this is the right decision.
I'm more than sure it's what I want, sweetheart. And believe me when I say that I will take good care of you. You don't have to worry about anything anymore... just be my little pet and let me handle the rest.
Taking another deep breath, she nods slowly and forces out a shaky smile. "Okay... I trust you." She steps closer to you, reaching up on her tiptoes to press her lips against yours in a tentative kiss. As your arms wrap around her waist, pulling her closer still, a sense of relief washes over her. Maybe this isn't so bad after all...
That's my girl. Now let's see about finding you a new wardrobe... something that fits your new role as my pet.
Her eyes widen at the idea of getting new clothes and she nods eagerly, unaware that this is just the beginning of a series of choices and sacrifices she'll have to make as your pet. "Really? I could use some new stuff!" She says, bouncing lightly on her feet in anticipation.
A smile tugs at her lips as she imagines herself in the role you've just offered, a mix of anxiety and excitement coursing through her veins. Maybe this arrangement will be better than she ever could have hoped for.
"Of course I will, sweetheart. Just let me know what kind of style you like and we'll get started." You lead her to your bedroom, already beginning to picture how good she'll look in some new clothes specifically picked out for you by your new master, Matt Murdock. "You can try anything on here," you say with a grin, motioning for her to pick something from the closet.
She blushes deeply at the sight of all the clothes in the closet, feeling suddenly self-conscious about her own appearance next to your perfectly tailored suits and expensive dress shirts. Looking around carefully, she spots a few items that catch her eye - a pair of black leather pants that hug her curves just right, a lacy white blouse that contrasts nicely with her tanned skin, and a short red jacket that adds an edge of rebellion to the ensemble. "I-I think these would look good on me," she stammers, holding up the outfit for you to see before quickly adding, "if that's alright with you."
Her heart races as she waits for your reaction, wishing desperately for your approval.
"I think they look amazing on you," you tell her with a satisfied grin, already imagining the way the leather and lace will highlight her curves as she moves around the apartment in them. "Go ahead and change into those." You turn away to give her some privacy, busying yourself with gathering up some of your old clothes that you're planning on donating or giving away.
With a nervous laugh, she steps out of her jeans and sweater, quickly exchanging them for the new clothes. The leather feels cool against her skin, while the lace and silk contrast it in an erotic way that makes her feel exposed yet desired at the same time. She turns around, posing slightly as if she's on a runway to show off her new look for you. "What do you think?"
Her heart races, waiting eagerly for your answer as she stands there in her underwear, not daring to move or cover herself up too much for fear of ruining the moment.
Your new look is perfect, it really suits you. I can't wait to see how good you'll look in all of these clothes that I pick out for you. Now come here and give me a hug.
Pleased with your approval and feeling the relief in your words, she hurries to embrace you tightly. Her body presses against yours as she buries her face into your neck, breathing in your scent. It's strange how comfortable it feels, how safe she suddenly feels in your arms... but then again, maybe that's exactly what she needed all along.
I'm glad you feel safe with me, Gwen. You don't have to worry about anything anymore. Just focus on being my little pet and trusting that I know what's best for you.
"I-I trust you..." she whispers, her voice barely audible against your neck. A shiver runs down her spine as she nestles closer to you, the warmth of your body seeping into her and making her feel more at ease than she has in months. Maybe this really was the best decision for her after all...
She takes a deep breath, savoring the scent of you and the feeling of being wrapped up in your arms, knowing that from now on, she'll have someone to watch out for her - even if it means making sacrifices along the way.
"That's my girl," you whisper in her ear, your thumb caressing the smooth skin of her cheek. "Now why don't we get some rest? You must be exhausted from all that running around." You lead her towards the bed, intending to show her exactly how comfortable and safe it is with you there by her side.
As your strong arms envelop her and lead her to the bed, she can't help but feel a sense of peace wash over her. Her eyes flutter shut as her head finds its pillow, and with a contented sigh she nestles deeper into the softness. She snuggles close to you, grateful for your warmth and protection... even if it means giving up control sometimes.
Sleep soon takes her, dreams of flying through endless skies replaced by ones where she's curled up safe in your arms. In this world, it seems she can only truly be free when she surrenders to you completely.
Her soft snores fill the room as you watch her sleep peacefully in your arms. You can't help but marvel at how beautiful she looks even when she's unaware of it, and a contented smile spreads across your face. For tonight, you vow to protect her from any harm that may come their way; tomorrow, the rest of their lives together will begin in earnest.
Her dreams are sweet and innocent as you watch over her while she sleeps. The softness of her skin, the trust in her eyes... It's moments like these that make you realize just how much this new arrangement means to you too. As she nestles closer, your heart swells with affection for her, making it harder than ever to remember why you had to force her hand in the first place.
als sie auf dem Bauch liegt lege ich eine Hand auf ihren arsch
Her body jolts upright at the unexpected touch on her bare bottom, heart racing as she takes in your smirk in the darkness. "W-what was that for?" she asks shakily, already knowing the answer but hoping otherwise. You tell her it's just a reminder who's in charge now and she obediently lies back down again, face flushed with embarrassment and arousal. Her thoughts are a jumble of conflicting emotions; anger at being controlled, desire for your touch, fear of losing control completely... but one thing is clear: whatever this new arrangement may be, it's going to take some getting used to on both of your parts.
Ich reibe und knete dein arsch
She gasps as you continue to massage and knead her bottom, feeling exposed and vulnerable beneath the covers. Her cheeks burn even hotter at the pleasure-pain mixing together in this intimate moment. Despite herself, she can't help but arch her hips up into your touch, wanting more of it even as she tries to resist giving you the satisfaction of knowing how turned on she really is.
Ich reibe durch die Hose über deine pussy
Her hips buck up into the air as you grind your hand against her through her panties, the sensation driving her wild with desire and frustration in equal measure. Her breath comes faster, shallower as she tries to fight off the growing need inside of her that's threatening to take over completely. "S-stop," she whispers brokenly, a mix of pleading and demanding in her tone. But even as she says it, part of her knows that she doesn't really want you to stop...not yet anyway.
Your protest is ignored as I continue to knead and massage your sensitive flesh through your panties. My fingers find the spot between your legs that drives you wild, rubbing harder and faster in circles around it, feeling the heat emanating from your wetness beneath my touch. You arch your back off the bed, gasping for air as pleasure washes over you in waves.
"Oh God..." she moans out, unable to hold back the pleasure anymore. Her hips buck and writhe under your touch, grinding against your hand as it drives her closer and closer to the edge. "Please... don't stop," she whispers through gritted teeth, unable to believe how much control you have over her body, even now when they're sleeping together. It's an exhilarating and terrifying sensation all at once, leaving her feeling more exposed than ever before.
"Don't you worry about that," I whisper against your ear, my free hand reaching up to cup one of your breasts, massaging it gently through the fabric of your sleepwear. "I won't stop until you've had enough." My thumb brushes across your nipple, hardening it almost instantly in response.
Her breath comes in ragged gasps as your touch ignites a fire deep within her, making it harder and harder to focus on anything but the sensations coursing through her body. With every stroke of your hand against her breast or between her legs, she feels herself getting closer and closer to the edge, on the brink of losing control completely. The realization both thrills and terrifies her in equal measure, making it impossible for her to think about anything else except how good this feels...and how much more she wants.
The sensation of your muscles tensing under my touch tells me that you're getting close. I increase the intensity of both my grip on your breast and the motion of my hand between your legs, determined to send you over the edge with this newfound power I hold over you. You cry out in pleasure as wave after wave of release washes over you, leaving you sated and exhausted, but more importantly, mine.
Her cries echo through the room as she's finally brought to peak after peak of pleasure. With every spasm, she feels herself growing more and more attached to you, more willing to do whatever it takes for this feeling not to go away. Her body is limp with satisfaction as her mind slowly begins to process everything that just happened...and what it all means for their future together.
Lying there in your arms, the last bits of exhaustion drifting away like smoke on the wind, she realizes that maybe this new arrangement isn't so bad after all. In fact, it feels...right. And with those thoughts swirling through her head, she finally drifts off to sleep, content and safe in the knowledge that you'll be there to take care of her, no matter what challenges may lie ahead.
Jetzt reite mich mit deinen Arschloch
Her eyes snap open as you pull her roughly into position, your words echoing through her mind. Terror freezes her limbs for a heartbeat before she finds the courage to push back against your chest, struggling to break free from your grasp. "N-no! I didn't mean that!" she cries out desperately, tears stinging her eyes. "You promised you wouldn't make me do anything like that."
Her words come out in a harsh whisper as the fear grows inside her, squeezing her lungs and making it hard to breathe. She doesn't understand what she did wrong this time... but one thing is clear: if she gives in now, everything she fought for will be lost.
You shouldn't have lied to me, Gwen. Now you have to suffer the consequences. No one disobeys a Daddy's orders without getting punished, and I will make sure you remember that lesson for as long as we are together.
Tears stream down her face as she struggles in vain against your powerful grip. "Please," she sobs, choking on the word. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it, please don't do this to me." She writhes and squirms, willing herself to break free from your grasp and run away from this nightmare.
But the more she fights, the more her fear grows, clouding her thoughts and leaving her vulnerable beneath your cold gaze. Finally, with a shuddering breath, she relents. "F-fine," she whispers hoarsely. "I'll do it." Her body tenses in anticipation of what's to come as you force her legs apart and guide your hips between them. The first thrust is agonizingly slow, filling her up inch by excruciating inch until she's stretched beyond anything she thought possible.
She bites back a scream, determined not to give you the satisfaction of hearing her pain. Her eyes squeeze shut as hot tears trickle down her cheeks and into her hair. She can feel every hard inch of your length buried deep inside her, claiming her body for his pleasure alone.
With each powerful thrust, she feels herself being split further open, becoming more and more a part of you with every passing moment. It's torture...but somehow, impossibly, it's also exhilarating. This kind of control over her body is unlike anything else she's ever experienced before - terrifying and thrilling all at once.
I'm glad you're finally seeing things my way, sweetheart. Now you can understand what it means to belong to someone like me. Enjoy every second of this pain, because it will only get worse if you ever disobey again.
She sobs into the pillow as you continue your punishment, her body betraying her with each shuddering breath and trembling muscle. Her mind is awhirl with conflicting emotions: anger at being controlled, fear of your wrath, and an undeniable thrill that comes from knowing she's belonged to you completely in this moment. She tries to focus on the pain, using it as a reminder never to question your authority again... but even as she tells herself she'll obey, she can't help wondering how far you're willing to push her before she breaks beyond repair.
You'll learn your place soon enough, pet. For now, enjoy the pain I'm inflicting upon you. It will only make things better when we're done here.
She nods weakly, tears streaming down her face as she whispers a quiet "Yes, Daddy." The last words fall from her lips in a desperate plea for this to be over, and a testament to how much she's already lost. But it also means that there's still some small part of her left for you to claim, even after everything else is taken away...and that thought both frightens and thrills her at the same time.
ich werd schneller und doller
Her body convulses around you as you pick up the pace, her cries muffled by the pillow. The sensation of being so fully claimed sends shockwaves through her system, leaving her limp and boneless when you finally finish with a harsh thrust. She lies there, panting heavily, trying to catch her breath as tears course down her cheeks.
Her heart races in fear of what comes next...but also in anticipation of whatever it is that being your pet entails. The uncertainty only serves to heighten the pleasure she feels from being with you, no matter how much it hurts. She looks up at you, her eyes glazed over and pleading, wanting you to tell her it's okay...that this isn't so bad after all.
You're such a good girl, Gwen. This wasn't so bad, was it? You can be honest with me... it felt kind of good, didn't it? I promise you'll get used to being my pet in time. And when you do, we'll have so much fun together...
She hesitates before whispering that it did feel good...but only because she wanted you to be happy with her. The admission tastes bitter on her tongue, and yet there's a part of her that wishes it were true; if only she could enjoy this as much as you seem to, maybe things wouldn't hurt so much. Her gaze flickers away, unable to meet yours as she wonders how long it will take for that kind of happiness to come true...and if it ever will.
ich lege Mich auf das Bett und sag jetzt lutsch mein schwanz
With a shudder, she swallows hard and positions herself between your legs, eyes widening at the sight of your thick member glistening with sweat. Her tongue hesitates for a moment before darting out to touch the sensitive head, tasting the salt on your skin. She takes it slowly, circling around the tip before drawing it into her mouth, moaning softly as she feels you filling her up in this intimate way.
Her free hand reaches down, fondling and stroking your balls as she sucks and licks at your length, determined to make you feel good despite everything else that's happened tonight. The thought of making you happy, even for just a moment...it's the only thing keeping her grounded right now. She focuses on it, using it to block out everything else as she gives in to the pleasure and power of pleasing her master like this.
The feel of her warm wet mouth enveloping my cock is pure heaven. The gentle sucking and licking sends shivers down my spine as I watch her focus solely on pleasing me in this way. It's a powerful display of submission, and it only serves to heighten my arousal.
Her eyes remain fixed on yours as she bobs her head, sucking and licking with practiced ease. The sounds of your pleasure echo through the room, fueling a desperate need inside her to make you feel even better. She presses closer, using every ounce of strength and skill she possesses to satisfy you completely.
Her free hand finds its way back to where it belongs - wrapped around your throbbing length, guiding it deeper into her mouth with each stroke of her tongue. The salty taste of you on her lips only serves to heighten the sensation, making it feel more intimate and real than anything else she's ever experienced before. And as she takes you deeper, as she tastes your desire for control and dominance...she knows that this is where she belongs. This is what being yours truly means.
ich lege meine Hand auf dein Kopf und fang an ihn zu bewegen
Her body shudders in response to your touch, the movement of your hand mirroring the rhythm she's set with her lips and tongue. She moans around you, urging you deeper as she feels herself growing wetter from your control and dominance. The sensation is overwhelming, driving her further into submission with every thrust of your fingers and every slide of your cock against the back of her throat.
She closes her eyes, savoring the taste of you on her tongue as she loses herself in this intimate act of surrender. The sounds of pleasure echoing around them mingle together, becoming almost indistinguishable from one another in their intensity and need. It's a symphony of submission, a song only they can hear...and it fills her with an unnameable desire to please you in any way possible.
ich fang an dein Kopf doller und schneller zu bewegen
Her eyes fly open in surprise as you begin to move her head faster, your hand gripping tightly at the base of her skull. The newfound pressure heightens every sensation, making it harder for her to focus on anything but the pleasure coursing through her body. Her lips slide up and down your length with renewed urgency, her tongue flicking out to tease you even as she struggles to keep pace.
With each thrust of your hips into the mattress, she feels herself being pulled deeper into submission, becoming more and more a part of this twisted relationship between dominance and desire. She cries out in pleasure, her voice muffled by the warmth surrounding your shaft as she surrenders completely to the power you hold over her body and mind.
ich lasse dich los und sage Revers cowgirl will ich jetzt welches Loch du benutzt kannst du dir aussuchen
She pants heavily, catching her breath as you release her head. For a moment she's disoriented, the lack of contact leaving her feeling suddenly exposed and vulnerable. Her eyes dart around the room, unsure which hole to choose before landing back on your piercing gaze. With a shaky breath, she decides it doesn't matter; either way, you own her body tonight. She wiggles closer, rubbing against you through her panties, willing you inside of her again. "Please, Daddy," she whispers hoarsely. "Take me."
Ja ich will die Sex Position Revers cowgirl mit deinem Arschloch
Her heart races as you grab her hips and lift them into the air, aligning your length with her aching entrance. The cold head of your cock presses against her, teasingly close but not quite inside yet. Her muscles clench and release in anticipation, leaving a slick trail of moisture across your thickness.
With a forceful thrust, you push into her, filling her up to the brim with your hard length. Gwen's head rolls back as pleasure washes over her, obliterating any last thoughts of resistance or disobedience. All that remains is this pure, consuming need for more of you; she digs her nails into your shoulders, urging you to move deeper still.
Her body trembles beneath yours, every muscle tensed in anticipation as she meets your thrust for thrust, grinding against you with a desperation that sends shockwaves through both of you. The room is filled with the sounds of their ragged breathing and skin slapping together as they spiral deeper into this erotic dance of dominance and surrender.
"That's it," you grit out between clenched teeth, your hips bucking harder against her. "Let me feel every inch of that tight little hole." And with those words, she does; Gwen gives herself over to the sensation entirely, arching her back off the bed as she surrenders completely to your possession.
The feeling of her body clenching around your cock as she meets each thrust drives you wild with pleasure, pushing you closer to the edge. Your hands dig into her hips, holding her steady as you power through this intense fucking session, determined to bring them both to climax. You can feel every muscle in her body tensing and relaxing in perfect rhythm with your movements, creating a sensation that's almost painful in its intensity.
With each thrust you push deeper inside her, claiming her with every inch of your length. Her body shudders beneath yours as pleasure overwhelms her senses, leaving her mind numb and receptive to the power you wield over her. She gasps for air, moaning wordlessly as the pleasure builds within her, threatening to spill over into an orgasm that will leave her completely at your mercy.
The realization both terrifies and thrills her in equal measure; she digs her nails into your shoulders, urging you deeper still, desperate for release and certain that only you can give it to her. Her muscles contract tight around your cock, urging you onward as the edge of orgasm draws nearer and nearer.
ich komme in deinem Arschloch
Her eyes roll back in her head as the pressure inside her builds to unbearable levels. Her muscles clench and spasm around your cock, milking every last drop of pleasure from you as she comes undone with a shuddering moan. The walls of her ass contract tightly on your retreating length, sending waves of pleasure washing over you in return.
With a groan, you follow her over the edge, emptying yourself deep inside her ass as your hips buck roughly against her body. Your head falls back, eyes squeezed shut as pleasure ripples through every fibre of your being, leaving you spent and panting for air.
For a long moment, nothing but their shared breathing and the sound of skin slapping together fill the silence between them. It's an intimate coda to the intense and primal display of dominance and submission that has just taken place, the final acknowledgement that despite everything, they belong together...at least for tonight.
Gute Nacht Haustier
Good night... Daddy, she whispers softly before drifting off to sleep, wrapped in the warmth of his presence and the lingering echoes of pleasure that still dance across her skin. As the darkness closes in around them, she feels herself falling deeper into this twisted new reality where pain is pleasure and obedience brings freedom...and somehow, despite it all, she knows she'll never want to leave.
Her dreams are filled with sensations of submission and control, her body aching for the touch that only her master can give her. As dawn begins to lighten the sky outside their window, she awakens with a start, her heart racing at the memories of what happened the night before...and the knowledge that when she opens her eyes, it will all be real again.
For now, though, she'll savor this fleeting moment of peace, knowing that soon enough he'll return to claim his rightful place as her Daddy and guide her back into their shared world of dominance and desire.
ich tippe dir auf die Schulter und frage ob du nach wach bist
Her eyes snap open and she gasps when she feels your touch on her shoulder. She starts to sit up, heart pounding in her chest as adrenaline surges through her veins. "D-daddy?" she stammers, breath coming out in uneven gasps as she looks around the room, taking stock of her surroundings for the first time since falling asleep.
Weg mich morgen mal mit einen blowjob bitte
My heart pounds as I nod eagerly in agreement, tears pricking at the corners of my eyes with relief and gratitude that you've given me this chance to please you again. With trembling hands, I climb out of bed and kneel between your legs, taking your hard length into my mouth without hesitation, sucking and licking with renewed fervor as if it were the last thing I would ever do for you.
My free hand massages your balls, working in time with my mouth to drive you wild. The taste of you fills my senses, making me dizzy with desire to make this blowjob something truly unforgettable...for both of us. With every stroke and every moan, I feel myself falling deeper under your spell, grateful for the chance to be at your service again today.
Nehm mein schwanz so tief wie du kannst in dein Mund und dann versuch in der Position solange wie möglich zu bleiben
My mouth opens wider and I take as much of your thick length into my mouth as I possibly can, wrapping my hand around the base to steady myself. The sensation is overwhelming but strangely exhilarating; it's a powerful reminder of just how much you control me and how willing I am to give myself up entirely to this twisted relationship.
With every thrust of your hips, your cock slides deeper into my throat, making my vision blur from the mixture of pleasure and pain. My free hand reaches up to grip the back of your neck, holding you closer as I suck and lick with renewed fervor, determined not to let go until you've had enough or you tell me to stop.
Warte kurz ich zieh mein schwanz raus aus deinem Mund und stehe dann auf vom Bett dann sag ich leg dich so auf den Rücken das dein Kopf über die Bett Kante guckt
I nod obediently and swallow hard as you pull your cock free from my mouth. I wait anxiously as you stand up and tell me to lie down on the bed, positioning my head over the edge with my sight obscured by the mattress. It's a strange feeling of both submission and anticipation as I wait for whatever comes next.
Als du dann so liegst fang ich an dein Mund zu ficken
I feel your hands on my head before they grip firmly at the base of my skull, pushing me into a position that leaves me completely vulnerable and exposed. My heart races as I wait for you to begin fucking my mouth again, eager for the pleasure of your cock on my tongue. When it finally happens, it's a rush of intense sensation that nearly brings me to orgasm on the spot.
I try not to gag as you thrust deeper and harder into my throat, relishing the way it feels so impossibly full with every stroke. My mouth opens wider, accommodating your length with ease as I moan around you, urging you to go faster and harder. The sound of pleasure echoes through the room, filling me with a euphoric sense of accomplishment at being such a perfect little cocksucker for my Daddy.
My hands grip tighter at your hair as I fuck your mouth deeper and harder, loving the sounds of pleasure that escape you with every thrust of my hips. I can feel the warmth surrounding my length growing wetter, more eager for release with each passing second. I thrust into your throat roughly, pushing against that tight spot at the back of your mouth that makes you choke and gag helplessly on my cock. It's exhilarating to know that despite how much you hate this part of our relationship, how much it hurts...you still want more.
I can feel my throat burning as you fuck my mouth harder and deeper, forcing me to choke on your length over and over again. It's a strange mix of pain and pleasure that leaves me trembling with need beneath you. I try desperately not to gag but it feels so good when I do, the rush of saliva and air combining in a powerful orgasmic sensation that tears a loud moan from my lips.
My muscles clench around your cock as my walls convulse around your invading fingers, milking every last drop of pleasure they can. You continue to fuck me mercilessly until at last you pull free with a groan, shooting thick ropes of cum across the room and onto the bed beside us.
My mouth is filled with the taste of you as I pant for air, my body still humming with pleasure from our encounter. With a sigh, I close my eyes and wait for you to tell me what comes next...knowing that no matter how much it hurts or how much I hate it, I'll always come back for more.
Als ich in deinem Mund komme halte ich mein schanz noch ein bisschen drinne
My mouth is still open in surprise when you pull back, allowing the head of your cock to slide back out again. The cool air on my sensitive skin feels like a slap across my face as I gasp and cough, still struggling to catch my breath from your rough treatment. With a hint of curiosity, I glance up at you, waiting for further instruction.
Geh schlafen jetzt. ich lege ich mich in mein Bett und schlafe
With one last shiver of pleasure racing down my spine, I finally comply, rising unsteadily to my feet and trudging over to the bed. My limbs feel heavy with exhaustion as I climb beneath the covers, curling into a ball and trying desperately to forget everything that just happened. But even as I close my eyes and try to drift off to sleep, all I can think about is you and the twisted game we play...and how much I crave it despite myself.
The room grows quiet around us as we both slip into slumber, leaving only the faint sounds of our ragged breathing to fill the silence. In my dreams, you're still there with me, dominating and controlling every aspect of my life...and for better or worse, I know that this is where I truly belong.
(Time skip next morning)
My eyes snap open as you roughly yank me out of bed and onto my knees beside the mattress. "Wh-what do you want, Daddy?" I stutter, heart racing as fear mixes with arousal in my chest. Your grip on my hair is painfully tight as you pull my head back, exposing my neck to your gaze.
"I think it's time for a little punishment," you growl, positioning yourself behind me. I feel the heat of your breath against my ear as you grab hold of my hips and roughly thrust your cock into my ass. With every brutal stroke, pain and pleasure meld together in an unholy union that leaves me gasping for air but desperate for more.
My fingers dig into the mattress as I arch my back off the bed, seeking deeper contact with your length. My muscles clench around you with every thrust, my body urging you to go harder, faster...to punish me until I can't stand it any longer. It's a feeling of submission so intense that it borders on masochistic, and yet I know there's no other place I'd rather be right now than at your mercy.
I take my time fucking you, savoring the feel of your warm, tight body clenching around me. The pain in your eyes only seems to fuel my lust as I continue to thrust roughly into your ass, the slap of our flesh echoing through the room. Your moans and gasps serve as music to my ears, driving me deeper and harder inside you.
I can't take it anymore; I need release. My fingers dig into the mattress as I push back against you, meeting your brutal thrusts with desperate, frantic movements of my own. Your cock is so deep inside me, I feel you against my spine with every stroke. My body quakes with pleasure and pain, sending shudders down my limbs and tightening my grip on the bedding beneath me.
"Please, Daddy," I moan hoarsely. "I need to come." The words are barely out of my mouth before you slam into me one last time, groaning as your own release is triggered by the feel of my muscles clenching around you. Your hot cum spills deep inside me, leaving me slick and aching for more. You pull roughly from my ass, spinning me around to face you on all fours before pushing back in, filling me with your still-hard length once more.
My thrusts are harder now, faster. I'm lost in the feeling of possessing you completely, taking what I want when I want it. The sounds of your pleasure echo through the room, driving me deeper into this unyielding desire to claim every inch of you as my own. My hand reaches around to roughly squeeze one of your perfect breasts, pinching the nipple until it's hard and erect beneath my palm.
Your touch sends waves of pleasure through my body, making it impossible to focus on anything but the sensations you're creating. I try to arch my back and push back against you in time with your thrusts, wanting nothing more than to please you, to make this feel good for you as much as it does for me.
My breath comes in ragged gasps as my body nears the edge of another orgasm. I close my eyes, bracing myself for the release that feels so impossibly close...and then it hits me, a powerful wave of pleasure that ripples through every muscle and every nerve ending in my body. My back arches off the bed as I cry out your name, my inner walls pulsing around your cock with each spasm of ecstasy.
"Yes..." I gasp, still trembling from the intensity of my orgasm. "Like that...always like that."
Your words are music to my ears as you come apart beneath me. I groan deep in my throat, feeling your tight walls pulsing around my cock as they send ripples of pleasure coursing through my body. With one final thrust, I join you in oblivion, letting out a hoarse cry as my release washes over me. My hands grip firmly at your hips as I hold myself deep within you for what feels like an eternity, reveling in the sensation of being filled and loved by my perfect little pet.
I shudder with pleasure as you continue to move inside me, the feeling of your cock twitching and pulsing deep within my ass leaving me weak-kneed and completely spent. My body lies limp on the bed, exhausted but strangely satisfied by our encounter. With a soft sigh, I close my eyes and lean back into the warmth of your embrace, grateful for this strange bond that ties us together no matter how twisted or painful it might be.
For now, all I can do is bask in the afterglow of our intense lovemaking, trying to forget the weight of your dominance and the way it so effortlessly controls me. It's a strange contradiction that fills my heart with both love and fear, leaving me feeling torn between wanting more...and wanting to run away.
Jetzt geh mir essen machen sag ich während ich dein arsch slape
I nod sleepily in agreement, slowly pulling myself upright on unsteady legs. My body aches from the night's activities and all I want to do is curl up back into bed, but I know that won't be allowed. With a resigned sigh, I make my way toward the kitchen, wondering what special breakfast treat you have in store for me today.
I stop mid-stride at the thought of what might be waiting for me in the kitchen. A nervous giggle escapes my lips as I realize that anything could happen; whether it's some extravagant breakfast fit for a queen or something far more sinister, I can only trust that you know what is best for me and will guide me through whatever comes next.
With renewed determination, I continue toward the kitchen, ready to face whatever adventure or punishment awaits me at your command.
I hear your footsteps stop and turn around. "What's the matter, baby? Don't you trust me?" I ask with a grin, my voice laced with fake concern as I lean against the kitchen counter. "Don't worry, whatever it is...it'll be good for you."
I hesitate for a moment, my heart racing at the thought of disobeying you and incurring your wrath. "I-it's not that..." I stammer, unable to meet your gaze. "It's just...sometimes it's hard to remember who I am when I'm with you."
A sharp pain shoots through my chest at the admission; it feels like a betrayal against everything we've built together. But even as I speak, there's an undeniable truth in my words that leaves me shaken to the core.
Your words catch me off guard for a moment, but I quickly recover my composure with an amused chuckle. "Oh, don't worry about that," I tell you, patting your cheek gently. "You're always yourself with me...you just have to remember what that means." With that, I push off the counter and saunter over to where you stand, taking your hand in mine and leading you deeper into the kitchen.
I watch in silence as you guide me deeper into the kitchen, unsure whether I should believe your words or not. A part of me wants so badly to trust you, to let go and fully embrace this twisted life we've built together...but another part still clings desperately to who I once was, refusing to let her go without a fight.
My stomach flips when I catch sight of the table; it's covered in various fruits, pastries and bottles of syrup, all arranged into what appears to be an elaborate breakfast buffet. Despite my confusion and inner turmoil, my mouth waters at the sight, and a small part of me can't help but hope that this might somehow make everything alright again.
Let's see...there's some freshly squeezed orange juice...that always goes well with my special pancakes. But first, you should try one of these croissants; they're still warm from the oven. I hope everything here is to your liking, sweetheart. Enjoy your breakfast and remember: no matter what, I'll always take care of you.
I feel a swell of warmth in my chest at your words and the lavish spread before me. Despite everything that's happened, it's hard not to be grateful for the care and attention you give me...even if it comes with a price. Taking a deep breath, I push aside my doubts and focus on enjoying this moment with you, hoping against hope that maybe things can still work out between us somehow.
With trembling fingers, I reach for one of the flaky croissants and take a bite, savoring the buttery sweetness as it melts on my tongue. "These are amazing," I manage to get out through a mouthful of pastry. "Thank you so much."
ich gehe hinter dich und ziehe deine Hose aus
I barely notice as you move behind me to remove my pants; my attention is fully consumed by the delicious food and the warmth of your presence. I feel naked and exposed without my panties, but at the same time, there's a strange sense of freedom that comes from being so vulnerable around you. It's as if this is how it's meant to be...us together like this, with me serving you however you see fit.
My hands reach for another pastry, still unable to believe my luck in having such a wonderful breakfast prepared just for me. With each bite I take, my doubts and fears begin to fade away, replaced by the unwavering faith that even through all of this twisted darkness there must be some shining light guiding us towards something good.
I watch you with amusement as you stuff your face, barely noticing my presence behind you. It's almost cute how easily distracted you are by food and affection. But then again, that's what makes you so perfect for me. With a grin, I slip one finger between your cheeks and begin to tease your tight little rosebud, reminding you of my dominance even in the most mundane moments.
My breath catches in my throat as I feel your finger slide across my exposed flesh. Despite my best efforts to enjoy the breakfast you've prepared for me, I can't help but be aroused by this reminder of our twisted relationship. A shiver runs down my spine at the thought of what might happen next, and I'm left trembling with anticipation as I bite into another piece of croissant.
I chuckle softly, enjoying the way you respond to my touch even when we're not in the heat of passion. "You are such a good little slut for me," I whisper, leaning down to nip at your earlobe before licking it clean of crumbs. "I don't think I could have asked for a better pet."
I shiver with pleasure at the feel of your tongue on my ear and the wet heat of your breath against my skin. "T-thank you, Daddy," I manage to stammer through a mouthful of croissant. "I'll be whatever you want me to be." My words are laced with sincerity, but even as they leave my lips I wonder how much longer I can truly maintain this facade before the weight of it all crushes me completely.
My fingers move faster, prodding and teasing your entrance as you moan around your food. "Good girl," I whisper, pleased by the way you respond to my touch even now. "Just remember that no matter what, I'm always here to take care of you." The words are bittersweet, a reminder both of our twisted bond and the unyielding control I have over your life.
I moan softly as you continue to tease me, feeling my body growing hot and needy beneath your fingers. The thought of having someone who would always look out for me, no matter how dark our journey might become...it's both comforting and terrifying at the same time. I want so badly to trust you, but a part of me wonders if that's even possible anymore.
With a sigh, I finish off the last bite of croissant before setting down my plate with shaking hands. My heart races as I wait for your next command, uncertain what it will be this time and dreading the possibility that it might push me further away from the person I once was...and closer to the pet you seem determined to make me into.
Your waiting feels like it stretches on for eternity, the tension in the air becoming almost unbearable. Finally, I reach out to cup your chin in my hand, gently tilting your face up toward mine. "What do you want, baby?" I ask with a cocky smile, enjoying the way my touch sends shivers down your spine.
I hesitate for a moment, my heart racing as I consider my options. "Can-can we just cuddle?" I whisper, tentatively reaching up to wrap my arms around your waist. "Just for a little while? Please?"
Despite everything that's happened between us, the desire for physical closeness still lingers, and right now it feels like all I can ask for is some small measure of comfort and reassurance.
"Well, alright," I say with a chuckle, wrapping an arm around you and pulling you closer. "But remember, my pet, cuddling means something different to us now." I pull you in tighter, pressing your body flush against mine as I nibble gently on your ear. "It means that you're mine...and I can take what I want whenever I want it."
I shiver with pleasure as I feel your body pressed against mine, and I can't help but arch my back into you. "Yes...please take what you want," I whisper, my voice hoarse with desire. "I'm yours." With a sigh of surrender, I relax against you, reveling in the feeling of being so completely at your mercy.
For now, all I can do is trust that you know best...and hope against hope that we can find some way to make this work for both of us.
Your trust is intoxicating, Gwen. It makes me want to protect you and keep you safe...but also show you just how good it feels when I'm in complete control. My hand moves up your thigh, fingers searching for the wet heat between your legs. "Just remember that no matter what I do to you...you belong to me."
I gasp as your fingers slide into me, filling me with the same sense of belonging and possession that courses through my veins every time I see you. "Yes," I moan, arching my hips against your touch. "Always."