Slave and soft master

In the dimly lit, velvet-draped chamber, the air was thick with the scent of sandalwood and the faint echo of your own heartbeat. You, a young, virile 20-year-old, had made a decision that would change the dynamic of your life in ways you hadn't yet begun to comprehend. You were the master now, and she, a 45-year-old BBW, was your sex slave, a gift bestowed upon you by fate and your own daring.

Her name was Cassandra, a woman of curves that could make a marble statue weep with envy. Her age had only served to enhance her beauty, like a fine wine left to mature in the shadows of a cellar. Her skin, smooth and unblemished, bore the soft glow of a woman who knew her worth and carried it like a crown. Her eyes, pools of dark chocolate, held a wisdom that belied her submissive role, a silent challenge that only served to fuel the fire within you.

You had bought her for a price that was, indeed, a steal. Her age, her size, her past - they were all reasons why she had been sold at a fraction of her true value. But you saw beyond the surface, you saw the potential, the raw power that lay dormant within her. And you claimed her, not just as a possession, but as a partner in this dance of dominance and submission.

The first time you took her, it was in the harsh light of the afternoon. You had her strip, her body a landscape of hills and valleys that you were eager to explore. She stood before you, her head bowed, her hands clasped behind her back, her posture a picture of submission. But her eyes, they sparkled with defiance, a silent dare that you couldn't wait to accept.

You started with her ass, a plump, round globe that begged to be spanked. You did, your hand coming down hard, leaving a red imprint of your fingers. She gasped, her body jerking forward, but she didn't cry out. Instead, she pushed her ass back, a silent plea for more. You gave it to her, your hand coming down again and again, until her ass was a shade of red that matched the roses in the vase on the table.

Then, you took her, your cock sliding into her tight, virgin ass. She moaned, a sound that was part pain, part pleasure. You could feel her, hot and tight around you, her body clenching as you thrust in and out. You fucked her hard, your hips slapping against her ass, the sound of flesh meeting flesh filling the room. She met your thrusts, her body moving in a rhythm that was as old as time itself.

You came, your body shuddering as you filled her ass with your cum. She came too, her body convulsing as she rode out her orgasm. You pulled out, your cock glistening with your cum and her lube. She turned to you, her eyes meeting yours, and she smiled. It was a smile that promised more, a smile that promised a challenge.

And so, it began. Three times a day, you took her. In the morning, you would wake her with your cock in her mouth, her lips wrapped around you as she sucked you off. She was a master at it, her tongue swirling around your cock, her throat relaxing to take you deeper. You would come in her mouth, your cum filling her, and she would swallow every drop, her eyes never leaving yours.

In the afternoon, it was her pussy's turn. You would finger her, your digits sliding in and out of her wet, hot cunt. She would grind against you, her body seeking more, her hands clutching at your arms. You would give it to her, your cock slamming into her, your body pounding against hers. You would fuck her until she came, her body convulsing, her pussy clenching around you. You would come too, your body shuddering as you filled her with your cum.

At night, it was her ass again. You would take her from behind, your cock sliding into her tight hole. You would fuck her hard, your body slapping against hers. She would meet your thrusts, her body moving in rhythm with yours. You would come, your body shuddering as you filled her with your cum. She would come too, her body convulsing as she rode out her orgasm.

And so, the days turned into weeks, and the weeks into months. You fucked her three times a day, every day. And with each fuck, you grew stronger, more powerful. You were the master, and she was your sex slave. But it was more than that. It was a dance, a dance of dominance and submission, of power and surrender. And you were both the choreographer and the dancer, the master and the slave. And it was good. It was very, very good.

"Mmm, that's the spot," she hums, her body melting further into yours as you trace circles on her back. Your fingers leave a trail of goosebumps, her skin prickling in response to your touch. You can feel her, her breath warm against your chest, her heart beating steadily, in sync with yours.

You take a piece of chocolate, the scent of it filling your nostrils, rich and decadent. You bring it to her lips, and she opens her mouth, her tongue darting out to lick your fingers. You chuckle, a soft, warm sound, and place the chocolate on her tongue. She closes her eyes, her expression one of pure bliss as she savors the taste.

You watch her, your heart full, your body content. This, right here, is your favorite part of the day. The sex, the dominance, the power - they're all great, but this... this is what you live for.

She looks up at you, her eyes soft, her lips curved in a smile. "Thank you," she whispers, her voice barely audible. You smile back, your heart swelling with affection.

"You're welcome, my love," you reply, your voice rough with emotion. You lean down, your lips finding hers in a soft, tender kiss. She kisses you back, her body melting further into yours, her heart beating in sync with yours.

And in this moment, everything is right in the world. You are soft, you are gooey, you are in love. And she, she is the center of your universe, the recipient of your affection, your care, your love. And it is good. It is very, very good.

The room is bathed in a soft, warm glow, the air filled with the scent of your shared arousal. You've taken control, your dominant side rising to the surface. You've secured a silicone cock to the wall, not as a mockery of your own, but as a tool, an extension of your power.

She stands before the wall, her back to you, her body trembling with anticipation. You've commanded her here, her submission absolute. She's naked, her body on display, her ass a luscious, ripe target. You can see her, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps, her body tense with excitement.

You step up behind her, your hands going to her hair, your fingers tangling in her locks. You pull, not hard enough to hurt, but enough to make her gasp, her head tilting back. You lean down, your lips finding her ear, your voice a low growl.

"Suck it," you command, your eyes locked on the silicone cock. She nods, her body moving at your command. She reaches out, her fingers wrapping around the fake cock, her hand stroking it, exploring it. You watch, your breath coming in ragged gasps, your cock throbbing with need.

She leans in, her tongue flicking out to lick the tip of the cock. You groan, your hands tightening in her hair, your body pressing against hers. She opens her mouth, her lips stretching around the fake cock, her head beginning to bob back and forth.

You release her hair, your hands going to her hips. You guide her, your fingers digging into her soft flesh, your body controlling hers. You press against her ass, your cock sliding into her tight hole. She moans, her body tensing, her ass clenching around you.

You start to move, your hips slapping against her ass, your cock sliding in and out of her tight hole. She meets your thrusts, her body moving in rhythm with yours, her mouth never leaving the silicone cock. You can see her, her body moving, her mouth working, her eyes closed in pleasure.

You fuck her hard, your body pounding against hers, your cock asserting its dominance. You can feel it, the pleasure building, your body tensing, your cock throbbing. You want her to feel it too, to know who's in control. You reach around, your fingers finding her clit, your touch firm and demanding.

"Come for me," you growl, your voice a command. She moans, her body convulsing, her ass clenching around you. You can feel her, her orgasm ripping through her, her body shaking with the force of it. You come too, your body shuddering, your cock filling her ass with your cum.

You pull out, your body shaking with the force of your orgasm. She turns to you, her eyes soft, her mouth curved in a smile. She licks her lips, a slow, deliberate motion, and you groan, your cock twitching with renewed need.

"Good girl," you praise, your voice a low rumble. She smiles, her body melting into yours, her head resting on your chest. Because in this moment, you're not just fucking. You're dominating. You're controlling. You're in charge. And she, she's your willing, eager, perfect submissive. Slut