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"Master has gifted with his precious sen," I thought, overco by a mix of reverence and arousal. The realization heightened my pleasure, intensifying the sensations that coursed through my body.
I felt his lips press against my face and mouth, their touch igniting a surge of ecstasy that seed to consu my very being. My senses were overwheld as I willingly surrendered to the intoxicating embrace of his kiss.
With a deep swallow, I eagerly gulped down my master's offering, savoring the taste as it slid down my throat, a testant to my devotion and willingness to drink in every drop of his essence. In that mont, I knew that his sen was the ultimate gift a master could bestow upon his loyal and devoted bitch.
The master's study, located at the peak of the castle, bathed in the golden glow of noon on a Wednesday. Sunlight poured through the skylight, casting an ethereal radiance upon the scene.
Under its warm embrace, the master, a young earl of captivating beauty, stood with a brilliant smile that mirrored the sun's rays. It was here, in this sacred space, that he issued his first command of the day. "Aryanna, mark this Sunday on your calendar," he beckoned, his voice carrying a mix of authority and anticipation.
Enchanted by the srizing visage of the younger master, I found myself montarily captivated, my voice barely a whisper as I responded with utmost respect, "Yes..." The weight of his attention had shifted towards Lady Ellie since my step-sister's arrival in the castle, leaving feeling diminished as a woman and a submissive bitch, my confidence eroded to a timid state.
"I know Ellie desires alone ti with her brother, a desire that may be hindered if I were to accompany her," I confessed, my voice tinged with a hint of vulnerability.
"Have no worries. Just as we did last year, both individuals, or rather, both bitches, shall receive equal attention," he reassured, his words laced with a promise of pleasure.
"Yes..." I acquiesced weakly, my cheeks flushing with a rosy hue, betraying the mixture of anticipation and embarrassnt that coursed through .
mories of the previous sumr flooded my mind, vivid recollections of the Lucas family's sumr house. It was there that I, along with my mother, had undergone rigorous training as slave bitches under the Count's watchful guidance.
Our servitude extended beyond alone, for my mother, too, had pledged her obedience to the young master Lucas, surrendering herself to the role of a submissive bitch.
The sweltering heat of that sumr day hung heavy in the air, the cries of snails harmonizing with the vibrant greenery that surrounded us.
On all fours, both my mother and I positioned ourselves at the feet of the young countess, Master Lucas, presenting our exposed buttocks as a testant to our unwavering dedication.
The Count reveled in the power bestowed upon him, indulging in the taste of both mother and daughter, skillfully training us to be his obedient slave bitches.
Now, in this present mont, within the confines of this villa, it is I who lie beside the master's younger sister, Ellie. My body is positioned, my buttocks shalessly exposed, as I eagerly anticipate the imminent penetration by my master. I think you should take a look at
A mixture of intense humiliation and sweet masochistic desire courses through my veins, causing my pussy to throb with heat and wetness. "Aryanna," he commands, drawing my attention, "Ellie is still a bitch. Therefore, scold her as a mother bitch would, and reprimand her accordingly."
As the words hang in the air, I brace myself for the intricate dance of power and pleasure that awaits, knowing that within the realm of submission and dominance, our desires will intertwine, leading us down a path of sensual pleasure.
"Yes," she replied, her voice filled with a mother's tender devotion. With each step she took, drawing closer to Master Lucas, my heart ached with a deep longing to kneel before my master and offer myself in complete servitude.
"Why? Do you yearn to serve?" The master swiftly turned, his body gracefully sinking into the plush leather chair, his legs spreading arrogantly. A mischievous grin played upon his lips as he challenged , his eyes gleaming with a mix of dominance and desire.
"Tell . Do you crave the opportunity to prostrate yourself at my feet and worship my cock?" The words hung in the air, the weight of his command palpable.
"Yes. I yearn to serve my master with my mouth," I responded, my voice trembling with a potent blend of obedience and anticipation.
"Then take it out and pleasure . It is the duty of a bitch to serve her master," he declared, his smirk deepening as his gaze shifted to the wall clock.
As my eyes followed his, I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. His glance at the ti sparked a foreboding sensation within , hinting at so personal business I was unaware of.
Yet, despite the warning bells in my mind, my attention was quickly diverted to the expanse between his spread legs. "I yearn to serve my master. I ache to take his cock into my mouth," my innermost desires whispered.
Trained ticulously by my master to be a proficient bitch, I found myself salivating at the re thought of providing oral service, a skill that had been dormant for far too long. My mouth watered, and my pussy throbbed with intense heat, aching and wet with anticipation.
With utmost respect, I knelt at my master's feet, ready to fulfill his desires and serve him in the way only a devoted bitch could.
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(A/N: Hello guys done reading. If yes, send a power stone, 1 power stone is also enough we just have to increase fan value, so 1 power stone is enough, but if you like the novel I won't mind if you send more stones, and plz don't forget the gifts.)
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