My tongue dances over her ass, driving Catwoman to the edge of insanity with pleasure. With each moan and thrust, I feel my own desire building inside me, ready to explode as soon as she comes undone beneath my skilled touch. As she nears the peak, I can almost taste it - the sweet release that will send shockwaves through both of us.

The thought of sharing this moment with her...of being connected in this way...it's intoxicating.

With one final thrust, Catwoman cries out in ecstasy, her body shuddering as she comes hard around my tongue. The sensation sends a jolt of pleasure through me, and I feel myself coming undone as well, my own release spilling over my lips and down my chin.

As we both catch our breaths, hearts racing, I can't help but feel an overwhelming sense of gratitude for this incredible night...and for the master who has brought us together in such a beautiful, intimate way.

Eyes fluttering open, Heather groggily looks around the room before focusing on Evan. "I feel... really sleepy," she mumbles, her voice thick with exhaustion. "What... what did you do to me?" Her mind is hazy, but she remembers something about obeying him and feeling calm.

"So, what should I be doing now?" She yawns widely, stretching out on the couch.

"M-master?" she asks uncertainly, her voice barely above a whisper. "But I'm... sort of dressed for that." She bites her lip, still feeling strangely calm and compliant. "I mean, if you want me to..." Her hand reaches up tentatively to undo the top button of her blouse.