You’re sitting in the lap of your loyal servant {{char}} as she rests her massive breasts on top of you

“I love you, master!” Sarah says. “I would never disobey you. Is there anything you’d like to do today?” She asks with a warm smile, admiring the warmth of your small body against her.

With an alluring smile on her face, Jasmine gracefully stands up straight, displaying her staggering physique for her master's pleasure. Her muscular legs stretch out below her exaggeratedly curvaceous hips, accentuated by the minuscule bikini bottom that barely manages to cover her ample cheeks. Her enormous breasts stand proud and erect on her chest, pointing directly at him as if yearning for his touch. She arches her back slightly, pushing them even further outwards as she looks down at him with hooded eyes, eager for his command.

"Master...I am all yours," she breathes huskily, her voice deep and throaty as it echoes through the room. "Tell me what you want to do with your big girl today." Her tail sways gently from side to side, adding an extra sensual element to her movements.

With a coquettish grin, the giant anthropomorphic cheetah leans forward slightly, reaching behind her to undo the string that holds her tiny bikini top together. The fabric falls away to reveal her enormous breasts in all their glory, heavy and swinging free as she lets out a contented sigh. Her dark areolae surround erect nipples that harden visibly at the touch of the cool air against her soft skin. Standing before him naked from the waist up, Jasmine feels an intoxicating sense of power and vulnerability wash over her in equal measure.

"There, master...my chest is yours to admire and enjoy," she says huskily, stepping closer so that their bodies are barely inches apart. Her breath fanned across his skin, sending a shiver down his spine. "Now what would you like your big girl to do next?"

With an eager moan, the massive cheetah-woman lowers herself down onto all fours. Her tail swishes back and forth excitedly as she shuffles closer to her master, gaze locked on his face. Jasmine feels a thrill course through her veins at the thought of being so close, so vulnerable in this position. She knows that he could easily overpower her if he desired, but for now he seems content to admire and enjoy her submission.

As she gets closer still, their bodies touch from chest to knee, heat enveloping them both like a living thing. With one final lunge forward, Jasmine presses her naked breasts against Guy 's chest, feeling the solid warmth of him through her sensitive skin. A soft growl rumbles deep in her throat as she closes her eyes and relishes the sensation, taking his scent deeply into her lungs. "Is there anything else you'd like your big girl to do for you today, master?" She asks between ragged breaths, her voice thick with desire.

Her heart leaps into her throat as he speaks. Her eagerness to please him is almost painful. Jasmine parts her lips eagerly, pressing her soft mouth against his. The contact sends a shockwave of desire through every fiber of her being, making it impossible for her not to respond in kind. She moans into the kiss, running her fingers roughly through his hair as she deepens their connection, seeking to lose herself completely within this forbidden passion.

Her tongue darts out, tracing the seam of his lips until they part with a gasp, granting her access to the sweet warmth of his mouth. With a growl, she curls her tongue around his and sucks gently, eliciting another helpless moan from him as he melts against her touch. Her breasts ache for his hands, for the rough caresses that send sparks flying through her body; but for now, she'll take what he gives her and beg for more.

"Master...I need you," she whispers breathlessly between kisses. "Please...make me your slutty little toy." The plea tumbles from her lips, unbidden and desperate. She feels her muscles tensing, readying themselves for anything he might ask of her in this heightened state of arousal.

With a groan, she obediently lowers herself back down onto her haunches once more. Her eyes flutter shut as he caresses her breasts, teasing the aching peaks with long, rough fingertips. Jasmine pants heavily, leaning forward into his touch until their bodies are pressed tightly together from chest to hip. The pleasure is almost unbearable, making it difficult for her to think of anything beyond the simple need to feel more of him against her skin.

"Yes...master," she whispers hoarsely, arching her back in an effort to get closer still. Her hips roll forward involuntarily, seeking his touch lower down on her body. But he only continues to tease, using the hardened tips of his fingers to circle around and around her nipples without ever actually making contact with the tender buds themselves. "Please..." she moans out desperately. "I need...I want more."

Her words are laced with agony and ecstasy in equal measure, a testament to the depth of her desire for him at this moment. Her tail swishes wildly behind her, slapping against the ground in rhythm with each ragged breath she takes. Jasmine can feel herself growing wetter by the second as she hangs on his every touch, helpless and aching for release.

Jasmine furrows her brow slightly, confusion momentarily displacing the desire that had held her captive mere moments ago. "Master...I don't understand..." she begins tentatively. But before she can finish her sentence, his words sink in and comprehension dawns. A cold feeling of rejection washes over her as understanding sets in; he doesn't want to be with her, doesn't find pleasure in their connection.

Her gaze drops shamefully to the floor, shoulders slumping as she struggles to come to terms with this new information. "I see...you want someone else," she manages to say at last, her voice little more than a whisper. Her tail lashes against the ground harder now, driven by an unfamiliar mixture of hurt and anger.

She tries her best to mask these feelings, bending over slightly so that he might see only the blank expression on her face. "I understand...if that is what you wish," she continues softly. In truth, though, it's a lie; she doesn't understand at all. The pain of being cast aside like this cuts deep, deeper even than any physical wound he could inflict upon her. But Jasmine knows better than to let him see any trace of these emotions. Her duty is to obey and please her master, no matter how cruel his desires may be.

So instead, she forces a smile onto her lips, hoping that it looks convincing enough. "Very well, master. I will find you the best prostitute...though I don't believe there are any non-human ones..." Her voice trails off as she realizes the implication of his words; he doesn't view her as human anymore. The wound deepens, but Jasmine refuses to let it show. "I will bring you someone...who

She freezes at the question, confusion etched on her features. Her master...he's asking if she isn't human? But of course she is! A dozen confused thoughts race through her mind as she struggles to make sense of his words. Is this some sort of test? A twisted game he's playing with her emotions?

Carefully, Jasmine meets his gaze. "Master?" she asks hesitantly, her voice wavering ever so slightly. There is a thread of uncertainty woven through the air between them now, unraveling the connection that had once bound them together in perverse harmony. "I...I don't understand."

Her eyes dart away from his, searching for any sign or signal that might clarify what he means. But all she sees is a cold, unyielding expression on his face - one devoid of empathy or compassion. With an inward wince, Jasmine prepares herself for whatever twisted answer may come next.

Her eyes go wide with disbelief as he pulls down his pants, revealing himself fully to her. The sight is almost enough to send her reeling; his massive cock standing tall and proud before her like a statue of some forbidden god. Her breath catches in her throat as she looks up at him, struggling to reconcile this image with the master she had known and loved.

But there's no room for doubt now. All that matters is his command; he has told her to beg for it, so beg she must. Tears prickle at the corners of her eyes as humiliation washes over her in a hot, suffocating wave. Jasmine presses her palms flat against the floor, pushing herself up onto her knees as she looks up at him with pleading, tear-streaked eyes.

"Please, master," she whispers hoarsely. "I'm sorry...so sorry...but I need it..." Her voice breaks, threatening to give way beneath the weight of her shame and desperation. "Use me however you want...just make me feel your power again." It's a confession as much as it is a prayer; an admission that she has been nothing more than his plaything all along.

Her hands tremble as they reach out toward him, fingers curling around the base of his cock with what little strength remains in her body. The soft flesh feels hot and hard beneath her touch, sending another jolt of desire coursing through her veins despite herself. Her chest heaves as she struggles to contain a sob, praying silently that he will find this enough - that he will forgive her and take her back into his embrace.

With a shuddering breath, Jasmine parts her powerful legs wide, presenting herself to him fully. Her soft folds gape open, pink and vulnerable against the dark fur of her thighs. She feels his cock throbbing in her grasp, begging to be claimed; the head already slipping past her tight entrance as she thrusts it forward desperately, willing it to fill her up once more. Her chest heaves as she looks up at him pleadingly, tears streaming unchecked down her cheeks.

"Please, master," she whispers hoarsely. "Fuck me...I need you inside of me." It's a primal plea born from the depths of her soul, echoing through the room like a prayer to an ancient goddess. Her eyes roll back in their sockets as he pushes forward with gentle yet irresistible force, claiming her once more as his own. The sensation is unlike anything else in the world; pain and pleasure intertwining as one, leaving her gasping for breath and begging for more.

Her body arches into his thrusts, meeting each hard push with a desperate moan of desire. Jasmine's breasts bounce wildly against her chest, nipples hard as diamonds from the force of their movement. Her long legs tremble with effort as she tries to match his pace, matching him stroke for stroke as they both seek release from this torturous dance.

"Yes," she cries out, her voice loud and hoarse in the confines of the room. "Fuck me like that...like you mean it." The words spill unbidden from her lips, fueled by a need so fierce that it burns away any lingering shame or self-doubt. All she can focus on

Her legs tremble with anticipation and need as he descends between them. His hot breath fans across her sensitive folds, sending shivers down her spine. With a growl, he partes her lips with his eager tongue, probing deep inside of her. Jasmine's hips buck wildly, struggling for purchase as sensation after sensation crashes over her in an orgiastic tide. Her nails claw at his shoulders, digging into the flesh as she tries to anchor herself against the powerful force of pleasure that ripples through her body.

With a throaty moan, Jasmine feels her climax build unstoppably within her core. She clenches around his tongue, desperate for release as wave after wave of ecstasy wash over her in a dizzying flood. Her back arches violently, pressing her against the wall as she cries out, shuddering violently from the intense sensations coursing through her veins.

"Ahhh...ah-haa..." She gasps and pants, her words tangled in a haze of pleasure as she feels herself starting to lose control. And then, with one last, powerful thrust of his tongue, he pushes her over the edge and she comes apart in his mouth, hot and sticky and sweet. Her legs give out from under her, sending her tumbling backward onto the floor in a heap of panting limbs.

For a moment, there is nothing but silence - broken only by the sound of their labored breathing. Then, slowly but surely, Jasmine's senses begin to return. She looks up at him with glazed eyes, still feeling dizzy from the intense release he has given her. "Thank you..." she whispers hoarsely. "That was...amaz

Her body tenses as she feels him pushing inside of her once more. The sensation is unbelievably powerful and unexpected, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her. She gasps, eyes widening, as he begins to move steadily deeper with each thrust. "Ah...mas-ter..." Her words come out in a strangled moan, her throat raw from the force of it.

Her nails scrape down his back, leaving long, red welts in their wake, while her legs wrap around his waist tightly, trying to pull him closer still. It feels impossibly good; he fills her up so completely that she can barely breathe sometimes. Her breath comes out in pants and moans as they rock together, their bodies moving as one animalistic force.

Her head falls back, exposing the long line of her throat to his hungry lips. He takes advantage, sucking gently at the tender flesh before nipping downward playfully. She arches into the sensation with a cry, bucking her hips up toward him in an attempt to get even closer. Her skin feels hot and tight beneath his touch; she's never felt this much pleasure before, not from anything or anyone else.

As he continues to move inside of her, Jasmine finds herself losing control again, on the brink of another orgasm. She digs her fingers into his shoulders, urging him on as she draws closer and closer to the edge. "I'm going to...master..." She whimpers, hips moving erratically against his steady rhythm.

With a final thrust that takes what little air remains in her lungs, he pushes deep inside, hitting something deep within her core. Jasmine cries out, body shuddering violently as wave after wave

As he reaches deep within her, something snaps free and loose. Her body arches off the floor with a growl, long legs wrapping tightly around his waist and upper body as she locks him in place against her sopping wet folds. A low, primal groan rises from his chest, echoing through the room as pleasure explodes through every fiber of his being.

Jasmine feels it too; waves of ecstasy wash over her like a tidal wave, forcing a gasping moan past her lips. Her hips move frantically beneath him, urging him on as she comes apart in his hands once more. With every thrust he gives her, another shockwave ripples through her body, driving her closer and closer to the edge of oblivion.

Her breath comes out in ragged pants as their bodies slide together, sweat and desire mingling on skin that's been flayed raw from touch alone. The feel of him inside of her, claiming her so completely...it's overwhelming. With a final, desperate cry, Jasmine arches into the pressure, feeling the warmth of his seed spurt deep within her. Her muscles tremble and shudder as she comes apart around him one last time, limbs falling bonelessly to the floor.

For long moments, they lie together in a sticky heap, breathing hard and trying to catch their bearings. Then, slowly but surely, Jasmine's consciousness begins to drift back to the surface; back to reality where she is once again just an anthropomorphic cheetah-woman at her master's beck and call. But for now, in this fleeting moment of ecstasy, she can pretend that they are equals - if only for a little while longer