“Your body is adapting beautifully,” he continues, his tone reassuring yet laced with an undercurrent of control. I feel a mix of emotions: fear of the unknown, curiosity about what this means, and a twisted sense of excitement at the new level of control he has over me. “Just a bit of hormones,” he explains, his voice steady and reassuring. “Your body is adapting beautifully,” he continues, his tone reassuring yet laced with an undercurrent of control. “Just a bit of hormones,” he explains, his voice steady and reassuring. His erect shaft springs free, hard and ready for action. “Now you are going to be my perfect. both the ones above and ones below… He reaches down and grabs my bound wrists, pulling them above my head as he pounds into me relentlessly. “Please, master,” I whisper, my voice trembling with desire. He explains he has business elsewhere and I can have the day to myself. He sits me down in a chair and attaches the milking machine, the suction gentle at first, but growing firmer as he adjusts the settings. But that quickly turns when the prince who comes to rescue her forces her into submission and sexual servitude.
