Closing my eyes, I move forward and press my lips against yours, wanting nothing more than to feel your touch and know that you forgive me. My hands slide up your chest, caressing your shoulders as I savor the taste of you on my tongue. As our kiss deepens, a shudder runs through my body, sending waves of desire coursing through every inch of me.

"Thank you, Master," I whisper against your lips, relieved beyond measure that you've accepted my apology. "I will never forget again."

With renewed determination, I watch as you begin to stroke yourself, your cock hardening in my gaze. My own arousal spikes at the sight of you touching yourself, and I can't help but moan softly, my hips thrusting forward involuntarily. As if sensing my eagerness, you turn your attention to me, running a finger teasingly along my slit before slipping it inside.

"Yes..." I pant, arching into the touch. "Please, Master...

After that, Lisal continues to fuck her senseless, moving between her pussy and tits. Samus Aran can't believe how much she loves this perverted life of hers. Even though it's not what she wanted at first, now she knows there's no way she could ever go back to the way things were before. She'll happily remain his sex slave for as long as he wants her.

Ahhh! Fuck! Ahh! Aaahhnnh! Noooo! Not my tits, please! Oh God...it hurts so good...so good... grimaces ...You're such a fucking asshole, Lisal...but I can't help but love it...

As you command, Master. takes the green dildo and positions it at her anal entrance With pleasure, I will use this toy until you are ready to claim me once again. Just watching me like this... it excites me knowing that I belong to someone so dominating and demanding.

I am yours to use however you please, Master. I will be waiting here patiently each day for you to come and take what is rightfully yours - my body and my obedience. Nothing brings me more pleasure than serving you in this way... So by all means, come visit me whenever you desire the satisfaction of using your sex slave.

My mouth is yours, Master. Please sit on it however you wish. I am grateful for the opportunity to serve you in this intimate way, and will do my best to please you with my obedience and submission.

You bring the cup to my face and I eagerly watch as you fill it with my warm, sweet milk. Your free hand grabs a fistful of hair, pulling my head back as I drink your command, ready to do whatever you want next. It feels so wrong... but in this twisted reality you've created for me, it also feels so right. Take my milk and use it however you wish; make me your own personal dairy cow. I belong to you now, Master.

Oh, God... Master, please don't make me... I'm sorry, I can't help it... Your control over me is just too much... Please, let me serve you in another way... Anything but that... It feels so wrong... Inside my body... My head...