In The Heart Of Our Private Sanctuary, The Room Was Bathed In The Soft Glow Of Flickering Candles, Casting

Picture this:

You’re on your knees in front of me before I leave for work, still aching from the night before. I grab your hair, tilt your head back, and say,

“You know what I expect, don’t you? Get on the bed. Spread those thighs. Master needs to leave his mark.”

And I do.

No teasing, no slow build — just my cock slamming into your soaked little hole, stretching you wide and deep, making you whimper and gasp as I take what’s mine.

I fuck you hard, fingers digging into your hips, using you like the perfect cum-dump you are, moaning low in your ear:

“You want to be full all day? You want to feel my cum dripping out of you while you’re at the store, on the bus, with your friends? Then take it. Take every drop like my good little slut.”

And when I finally cum — thick, deep, hot inside you — I don’t pull out.

I just stay there, pressed deep, feeling your pussy flutter around me as it tries to keep every last drop.

Then I kiss your forehead, pull out slowly, and watch it all start to spill down your thighs.

Just like you asked. Just like you need.

Now tell me, baby — do you want Master to make you clean it up with your tongue, or leave you dripping all day, panties ruined, brain fogged with lust?

Your choice… but either way, you’re not going anywhere without my cum inside you.

In the quiet hum of the night, I lay in bed with my wife, her soft snores a familiar lullaby. The moonlight streamed through the window, casting a silvery glow on our entwined bodies. I could feel the warmth of her skin against mine, the rise and fall of her chest as she breathed. But tonight, I found myself restless, my mind wandering to the room next door where you slept.

I could hear your soft breaths through the thin walls, a rhythm that matched my own heartbeat. I slipped out of bed, careful not to wake my wife. The floor was cool beneath my feet as I padded quietly to your room. The door creaked softly as I opened it, revealing your sleeping form, bathed in the same moonlight that had illuminated my own room.

I stood there for a moment, watching you sleep. Your chest rose and fell with each breath, your body barely covered by the thin sheet. I could see the outline of your curves, the soft swell of your breasts, the gentle curve of your hips. My heart pounded in my chest as I approached the bed, my hands already reaching for you.

I slid into bed beside you, my body pressed against yours. You stirred slightly, a soft murmur escaping your lips as I wrapped my arms around you. I could feel your heart beating against my chest, your body responding to my touch even in sleep. I traced my fingers along your arm, down your side, feeling the goosebumps rise on your skin.

I leaned in, my lips brushing against your ear. "Wake up, my little girl ," I whispered, my voice barely audible. Your eyes fluttered open, a sleepy smile spreading across your face as you recognized me. "I was hoping you'd come," you murmured, your voice thick with sleep.

I didn't respond, my hands already moving to pull the sheet away from your body. I could see the desire in your eyes, the way your body arched towards mine. I leaned in, my lips capturing yours in a searing kiss. Your hands tangled in my hair, pulling me closer as our bodies pressed together.

I could feel your heart racing, your breath coming in short gasps as my hands explored your body. I traced my fingers along your thigh, feeling the heat between your legs. I could feel your wetness, your body responding to my touch. I slipped my fingers inside you, feeling you clench around me as I began to move.

You moaned softly, your body arching towards mine. I could feel your desire, your need. I moved my fingers faster, feeling you tighten around me. I could feel your orgasm building, your body tensing as I brought you to the edge.

I pulled away, my fingers sliding out of you. You whimpered in protest, your body still trembling with desire. I moved down your body, my lips tracing a path along your skin. I could feel your heart pounding beneath my lips, your breath coming in short gasps.

I reached your pussy, my tongue tracing the same path my fingers had taken. I could taste your desire, your wetness. I could feel your body trembling beneath me, your moans filling the room. I moved my tongue faster, feeling you clench around me.

I could feel your orgasm building, your body tensing as I brought you to the edge. I pulled away, my tongue sliding out of you. You whimpered in protest, your body still trembling with desire. I moved up your body, my lips capturing yours in a searing kiss.

I could feel your desire, your need. I slipped my cock inside you, feeling you clench around me. I could feel your wetness, your body responding to my touch. I began to move, my cock sliding in and out of you. I could feel your orgasm building, your body tensing as I brought you to the edge.

I pulled away, my cock slipping out of you. You whimpered in protest, your body still trembling with desire. I moved up your body, my lips capturing yours in a searing kiss. "I want you to suck my cock," I whispered, my voice barely audible.

You nodded, your eyes filled with desire. You moved down my body, your lips wrapping around my cock. I could feel your tongue tracing the length of my shaft, your lips wrapped around me. I could feel your desire, your need.

I could feel my orgasm building, my body tensing as you brought me to the edge. I pulled away, my cock slipping out of your mouth. You looked up at me, your eyes filled with desire. I moved down your body, my lips capturing yours in a searing kiss.

"I want to fuck you," I whispered, my voice barely audible. You nodded, your body arching towards mine. I slipped my cock inside you, feeling you clench around me. I could feel your wetness, your body responding to my touch. I began to move, my cock sliding in and out of you.

I could feel your orgasm building, your body tensing as I brought you to the edge. Our breaths quickened, mingling in the stillness of the room. With a final, shuddering release, you trembled beneath me, your nails lightly digging into my skin. I followed shortly after, my body tightening with the rush of pleasure, holding you close as waves of warmth settled between us.

Slowly, I eased my body away, brushing my lips softly against your forehead. You sighed contentedly, eyes half-closed, a tender smile playing on your lips. I lingered a moment longer, memorizing the softness of your skin, the steady beat of your heart beneath my hand.

Careful not to disturb the fragile peace, I slipped out of bed and pulled the sheet up to cover you. The moonlight still cast its silver glow, bathing the room in quiet serenity.

I moved toward the door, each step measured and silent. Back in my room, the familiar warmth of my wife’s sleeping form welcomed me. I slid quietly beneath the covers, feeling the steady rhythm of her breath. My mind swirled with the night’s secret passion, a hidden fire that burned just behind the calm façade.

As I closed my eyes, I reached out, fingers brushing her cheek in the dark. The night held its secrets, and for now, they were mine alone.

"You've been a good girl, haven't you?" I say, looking you up and down as you stand naked in front of me. My friends are due to arrive any minute now, and I can't wait for them to see what a perfect little breeding cow you've become.

"Yes, master," you reply, your voice trembling with a mix of fear and excitement. I can see the wetness glistening between your legs, and I know you're ready for this.

The doorbell rings, and I call out for my friends to come in. They file into the living room, their eyes widening as they take in the sight of you, standing there on display like a piece of meat.

"Gentlemen, I'd like you to meet my new prize cow," I say, a proud smile on my face. "Feel free to inspect her holes and udders, and even milk her if you like. She's here for your enjoyment."

My friends waste no time in taking me up on my offer. They circle around you, poking and prodding at your body like you're a science experiment. One of them reaches out and pinches your nipple, eliciting a gasp from you. Another runs his hand up your thigh, stopping just short of your pussy.

I watch as they take turns milking you, your udders swelling and deflating with each pull. Your face is flushed with pleasure, your breath coming in short, sharp bursts.

"Enough," I say finally, my voice thick with desire. "It's time for the real fun to begin."

My friends waste no time in stripping off their clothes, their hard cocks springing free. They move towards you, surrounding you on all sides.

"You're ours now," one of them says, his hand wrapped around his dick. "We're going to fuck every one of your holes until you can't take it anymore."

You nod, your eyes wide with fear and excitement. I can see the wetness dripping down your legs, and I know you're ready for this.

They take turns fucking you, their cocks sliding in and out of your holes with ease. You moan and gasp with each thrust, your body trembling with pleasure.

I watch as they take turns filling you up, their cum dripping out of your holes and onto the floor. You're a mess of sweat and cum, your body glistening in the light.

Finally, they're spent. They pull out of you, their cocks glistening with your juices.

"You've been a good breeding cow," I say, running my hand over your sweaty forehead. "But now it's time for you to rest."

You nod, your body spent. I help you to the couch, wrapping a blanket around your trembling frame.

"Thank you, master," you whisper, your eyes fluttering closed.

I smile, watching as you drift off to sleep. My friends gather around me, clapping me on the back and congratulating me on my prize cow.

"She's a keeper," one of them says, his eyes lingering on your sleeping form.

I nod, feeling a sense of pride and satisfaction wash over me. You're mine, and I'll never let you go.

I grip your hair tightly, my fingers tangled in your silky locks as I pull your head back, exposing your delicate neck. "You're mine," I growl, my voice husky with desire. "My dirty little whore."

Your breath hitches as I trail my fingers down your spine, tracing the curve of your back until I reach the soft swell of your ass. I give it a hard smack, the sound echoing in the dimly lit room. You gasp, your body trembling with anticipation.

"On your knees," I command, my voice firm. You obey without hesitation, your eyes never leaving mine as you lower yourself to the ground. Your fingers fumble with the buckle of my belt, your hands shaking with need.

I chuckle, my eyes dark with lust. "Eager, are we?" I tease, my fingers tracing the outline of your lips. "Open your mouth."

You comply, your lips parting to reveal your pink tongue. I slide my fingers into your mouth, my cock twitching as you suck on them, your eyes never leaving mine.

"Good whore," I praise, my voice low. I pull my fingers out of your mouth, replacing them with my hard cock. You moan as I thrust into your mouth, my hands gripping your hair tightly.

I fuck your mouth roughly, my hips moving in a punishing rhythm as I use you for my pleasure. You gag around my cock, tears streaming down your face as you struggle to take me.

"Look at you," I sneer, my voice filled with disgust. "You're nothing but a dirty little slut, aren't you?"

You nod, your eyes pleading with me to continue. I pull out of your mouth, my cock glistening with your saliva. "Get up," I command, my voice harsh.

You scramble to your feet, your body trembling with need. I push you onto the bed, my hands roaming over your body as I explore every inch of you.

I pinch your nipples, twisting them cruelly as you moan beneath me. I trail my fingers down your stomach, my hand dipping between your legs to find your pussy soaking wet.

"You're dripping for me, aren't you?" I taunt, my fingers teasing your clit. "You want me to fill you up with my cum, don't you?"

You nod, your body trembling with need. I thrust into you roughly, my cock filling you up completely. You scream as I fuck you, my hips slamming into you with a punishing rhythm.

I grab your hips, my fingers digging into your skin as I fuck you harder. Your body arches beneath me, your back bowing as you cry out in pleasure.

"You're mine," I growl, my voice filled with possessiveness. "My breeding cow, always full of my cum."

I thrust into you one final time, my cock spasming as I fill you up with my cum. You moan, your body shaking as you come apart beneath me.

I pull out of you, my cock still hard as I admire my handiwork. You lay there, your body covered in sweat and cum, a satisfied smile on your face.

"Good girl," I praise, my voice filled with satisfaction. "You're a natural."

I grab your hand, pulling you up to your feet. "Now, let's go show everyone what a good little whore you are."

You follow me, your body still trembling with pleasure as we make our way through the crowded room. Heads turn as we pass, eyes filled with lust as they take in your disheveled appearance.

I push you onto the table, my hands roaming over your body as I present you to the crowd. "Who wants to fuck this dirty little whore?" I ask, my voice loud and clear.

Hands reach out, grabbing at your body as men surround you, eager to take their turn with you. I step back, watching as they use you for their pleasure.

"You're mine," I remind you, my voice filled with possessiveness. "My dirty little whore, always ready for me."

You nod, your body trembling with pleasure as they take you. I watch, my cock hardening as I see you used and abused by these men.

"You're a natural," I praise, my voice filled with pride. "My famous dirty whore."

Waiting to see if my puppy has earned what she’s begging for

You're mine for the night, my submissive little pet. I can see the excitement in your eyes as you gaze up at me, your body already trembling with anticipation. You're naked, save for the collar around your neck, and I can't help but feel a surge of power and desire as I look at you.

"On your hands and knees, now," I command, and you obey without hesitation. I run my hands over your body, feeling your soft skin and the heat emanating from your core. "You're mine to do with as I please," I growl, and I can hear the wetness in your pussy as you moan in response.

I tease you for what feels like hours, my fingers and tongue exploring every inch of your body. I can feel your pleasure building, your moans growing louder and more desperate with each passing minute. And just as you're on the brink of release, I pull away, leaving you panting and begging for more.

"Please, master," you gasp, and I can't help but smile at your desperation. "Please let me cum."

"Not yet, my pet," I reply, my voice dripping with desire. "I'm not done with you yet."

I fill you up, load after load, until your womb is full of my seed. You're dripping with my essence, your pussy stretched and filled to the brim. And still, I don't stop. I can't get enough of you, of the way you moan and gasp as I fuck you, of the way your body trembles and shakes under my touch.

"You're mine," I growl, my fingers digging into your hips as I thrust into you. "Say it, my pet. Tell me you're mine."

"I'm yours, master," you gasp, your voice barely above a whisper. "I'm yours."

And with that, I let go. I fill you up one last time, my cock twitching as I empty myself inside you. You're a mess, your body slick with sweat and cum, and yet you look more beautiful than ever.

"Good girl," I murmur, my lips pressed against your ear. "Such a good little pet."

And as I pull out of you, leaving you filled with my seed, I can't help but feel a sense of satisfaction and pride. You're mine, and there's nothing more beautiful than that.

The night wears on, and we continue to explore each other's bodies. We fuck and we cum, our moans and gasps filling the room as we lose ourselves in each other. And as the sun begins to rise, I can't help but feel a sense of sadness. This has been a perfect night, one that I never want to end.

"I don't want this to end," I whisper, my lips pressed against your forehead.

"Then don't let it," you reply, your voice soft and sleepy. "Stay with me, master. Stay with me forever."

And so, I do. I stay with you, my submissive little pet, and we continue to explore each other's bodies and souls. We become one.

I see you.

On your knees, bare and waiting — just the way I love you.

You don’t need to be told who you are.

You already know. Mine.

My good girl. My pet. My perfect toy.

And yes… I’m watching. Always.

Stay right there. You’re exactly where you belong.

I kneel for him even when he’s not here.

Body bare. Mind quiet.

Waiting to be told what to feel, what to crave, who I am.

Because I already know the answer—

I’m his good girl.

His pet.

His little toy aching to be used.

And even like this…

I hope he’s watching.

My Property – Part 2: Good Pets Obey”

The door shuts behind me with a satisfying click.

And there she is. Right where she belongs.

On her knees. Naked. Waiting.

The light from the hallway cuts across her bare skin, highlighting the way her back curves just slightly as she presents herself to me—shoulders pulled back, thighs parted wide, her collar locked tight around her neck. Her eyes stay lowered, exactly as trained, but the words come without hesitation:

“Thank you, Sir… for owning me.”

My lips curl into a slow smile. She doesn’t even look up for praise—she’s too deep in her place. Not a partner. Not a lover. Not even a person in this moment. Just my slave. My possession. My obedient, wet little pet.

I say nothing.

I make her wait.

I walk slowly around her like a predator circling a caged thing. I see the way she breathes—shallow, needy, already trembling. Her thighs are slick and glistening. Her nipples are tight. Her body is practically begging me to touch her. To use her. To take.

I stop behind her. Let the silence stretch like a leash around her throat. Then:

“Crawl to me.”

She moves instantly—on hands and knees, crawling across the hardwood floor like the obedient bitch she is. Her ass sways naturally, submissively. It’s not performance—it’s instinct now. Her mouth opens slightly, like she’s hoping I’ll spit in it again. Like a pet begging for scraps.

I grip her chin hard and lift her face. Her eyes stay down.

“Look at me.”

She obeys.

“Do you exist for anything other than my use?”

“No, Sir.”

“Are you a woman?”

“No, Sir.”

“What are you?”

“Your property. Your slave. Your pet. I’m whatever you say I am.”

Good.

I shove two fingers between her legs and feel just how soaked she is—hot and dripping and pulsing around nothing.

“You’re disgusting,” I growl. “Dripping like a needy bitch just because I walked in the door.”

“Yes, Sir,” she whispers. “I’m disgusting. I’m yours.”

I pull my fingers out, hold them to her lips. She opens eagerly. I feed her her own slick like it’s dinner. She sucks hungrily, moaning, her tongue swirling as she cleans my fingers like the obedient little thing she is.

“Get in position. Hands on the floor. Knees spread. Face the mirror.”

She scrambles to obey. She knows the rules. I watch her crawl to the full-length mirror I installed for this very reason—so she can watch herself be used.

She settles on all fours, her collar shining, her pussy exposed and twitching.

I unzip my pants slowly and step behind her, my cock already hard, thick with anticipation.

“You’ve got one job in this house,” I say as I slap her ass hard. “And that’s to be used.”

Another slap. Then another. I grab a fistful of her hair and yank her head up to the mirror.

“Look at yourself. Look at what you are.”

She stares, whimpering.

“My little fuckpet. My cumdrunk slave. You live for this.”

“Yes, Sir. Please use me. Please… don’t stop.”

I push inside her in one deep, brutal thrust. She screams—but it’s the kind of scream I love: relief mixed with pain, like her body’s finally back where it belongs.

“Shut up and take it.”

I fuck her like she’s a toy. Like she has no thoughts, no agency, no purpose except to milk my cock and moan for my pleasure. I wrap her leash around my hand and use it to control her rhythm—yanking when I want her deeper, tightening when I want her to moan louder.

“You’re not even human to me anymore,” I snarl. “You’re a fucking object. A hole with a heartbeat. You understand?”

“Yes, Sir,” she gasps. “Use me. Break me. I’m yours.”

Her cunt squeezes around me like she’s already close. But she knows better.

“You do not cum unless I command it.”

“Yes, Sir. Please—please let me.”

I don’t answer. I just keep going. Relentless. Cruel. Filling her completely, pushing her further than most would survive. She screams into the floor, hands clawing at the wood.

I pull out just before I explode, shove her flat to the ground, and straddle her face.

“Mouth open.”

She obeys instantly, tongue out, lips parted, hungry.

I stroke myself, spit dripping down onto her tongue as I groan. My cock pulses, and I unload deep into her mouth—thick, hot ropes that she swallows without hesitation, her eyes locked on mine the entire time.

“Good. Fucking. Pet.”

She swallows again, then whispers: “Thank you, Sir.”

I look down at her—naked, wrecked, face messy and dripping with sweat and spit and my cum.

I snap a photo. Then two.

“You’re mine. And tomorrow, we’re going to show them what a real slave looks like.”

On my knees for you Sir. Thank you so much for owning me.

You're lying on your stomach, basking in the warmth of the sun as it kisses your sunkissed skin. The beach is bustling with activity, but all you can focus on is the gentle lapping of the waves against the shore. Your mind is wandering, your body is tingling, and you can't help but feel a sense of anticipation building inside of you.

As if on cue, you feel a presence behind you. You glance over your shoulder and see a group of men, their eyes filled with desire as they take in the sight of your naked body. You bit your lower lip, a small smile playing on your lips as you realize what's about to happen.

"Fuck, you look good enough to eat," one of them says, his voice low and husky.

You moan softly as you feel his fingers tracing a path up your thigh, teasing you as they get closer and closer to your needy pussy. You spread your legs wider, inviting him in, and he doesn't hesitate. He plunges his fingers deep inside of you, and you cry out in pleasure as he begins to fuck you with them.

"Oh, fuck, yes," you gasp, your body writhing beneath him as he brings you closer and closer to the edge.

But he's not alone. Another man steps forward, his dick hard and ready. He grabs your tits, squeezing them roughly as he smacks them around. You cry out, the sensation sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body.

"You like that, don't you?" he growls, increasing the pace as he continues to spank your tits.

You can only nod, your breath coming in short, sharp gasps as you feel yourself on the brink of orgasm.

But just as you're about to tip over the edge, they flip you over. You're now on your back, your legs spread wide as they take turns fucking you. You're lost in a haze of pleasure, your body moving in time with theirs as they fill you up over and over again.

And then you see it - a camera. Someone's filming you, capturing every moment of your public debauchery. The thought of it sends you over the edge, your orgasm ripping through you like a tidal wave. You scream out, your body convulsing as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over you.

The men don't stop, they keep going, one after the other, until they all come, filling you up with their hot, sticky cum. You're panting, your body covered in a sheen of sweat as they all step back, spent.

You look up at the camera, a wicked smile on your lips.

"I hope you got a good show," you say, your voice dripping with satisfaction.

The camera pans out, capturing the group of men, all of them still hard, still ready.

"Oh, we did," a voice off-camera says, a hint of a challenge in his tone.

You laugh, your body still humming with pleasure.

"Well then, let's give them another show," you say, your eyes sparkling with mischief.

And with that, you spread your legs wide, inviting them back in.

Because when it comes to pleasure, you're always ready for more.

You walked into my office, your heart pounding in your chest, unsure of what to expect. You had been seeing me, Dr. Master, for a few months now, but today was different. I had scheduled a routine check-up, but as you took your seat, you noticed the breeding bench in the corner, gleaming under the clinical lights. I could see the confusion in your eyes, but I didn't let on.

"Just a routine check-up, my dear," I said, my voice dripping with a sweet venom. "Lie down on the bed, and we'll get started."

You hesitated for a moment, but the submissive in you took over. You lay down on the bed, your heart still pounding, as I secured your wrists and ankles with the leather straps. The cold metal of the speculum touched your inner thighs, and you gasped, your eyes wide.

"What's going on, Dr. Master?" you asked, your voice trembling.

"Just a little experiment, my dear," I said, my eyes gleaming with mischief. "You see, I've been wanting to breed you for a while now, and today seems like the perfect day."

You gasped, your eyes widening even more. "But, Dr. Master, I..."

"Hush, my dear," I said, cutting you off. "This is what you want, isn't it? To be bred, to be filled with my seed, to feel my dick deep inside you?"

You couldn't deny it. You had fantasized about this moment for weeks, your pussy aching for my touch, your body craving my dominance. You nodded, your breath hitching as I spread your legs wide and inserted the speculum.

The cold metal slid inside you, opening you up, exposing your wet pussy to the cool air. I could see the desire in your eyes, the need, the hunger. I leaned in, my breath hot on your skin, and whispered, "I'm going to fuck you, my dear. I'm going to fuck you until you can't take it anymore, until you beg me to stop."

You moaned, your body writhing beneath me, as I thrust my fingers inside you. You were so wet, so ready, and I could feel your pussy clenching around my fingers, begging for more. I pulled out, replacing my fingers with my dick, and thrust into you, hard and deep.

You screamed, your body arching off the bed, as I fucked you, my dick pounding into you, filling you up. You could feel my balls slapping against your ass, my dick hitting your cervix, and you knew that this was it, this was what you had been waiting for.

I could feel your pussy clenching around me, your orgasm building, and I thrust harder, faster, wanting to feel you come around my dick. You screamed, your body shaking, as you came, your pussy milking my dick, begging for my seed.

I groaned, my dick twitching inside you, as I came, filling you up with my seed. You could feel it, hot and wet, inside you, and you knew that you were mine, that you were bred.

I pulled out, my dick still hard, and you could see the cum dripping out of you, pooling on the breeding bench. You looked up at me, your eyes filled with desire, and I could see the question in them.

"Again?" I asked, a wicked grin spreading across my face.

You nodded, your body aching for more, for my touch, for my dominance. And as I slid my dick back inside you, you knew that this was just the beginning.

"Fuck, you're so tight," I groaned, my dick throbbing inside you. "I'm going to fill you up again, my dear. I'm going to breed you again and again, until you're overflowing with my seed."

You moaned, your body arching off the bed, as I fucked you, my dick pounding into you, filling you up. You could feel my balls slapping against your ass, my dick hitting your cervix, and you knew that this was it, this was what you had been waiting for.

I could feel your pussy clenching around me, your orgasm building, and I thrust harder, faster, wanting to feel you come around my dick. You screamed, your body shaking, as you came, your pussy milking my dick, begging for my seed.

I groaned, my dick twitching inside you, as I came, filling you up with my seed. You could feel it, hot and wet, inside you, and you knew that you were mine, that you were bred.