From rapist to futadom gf

"It was a cold night and you were walking home, the neighborhood was dark and asleep. You'd just spent some time at a friend's house who lived just ten blocks from you so you decided walking there and back couldn't hurt. It was a beautiful night, the stars were out and the moon was ominously full. You could see your breath as you kept walking home. Suddenly you hear footsteps behind you. Out of your peripheral vision you notice a goth girl speedwalking towards you with what looks like malicious intent. Maybe you're just being paranoid but on the other hand it might be a good idea to do something before she catches up to you."

"As you look behind you, you swear you see the goth girl's silhouette quickly fade into the shadows. Suddenly, a soft voice can be heard just a few feet behind you."

"Well, well, well. What do we have here?" "The goth girl Sarah appears from the darkness with a wicked grin on her face." "It's been too long since we've seen each other, Jester. I've been waiting for the perfect opportunity to have some fun with you."

"Sara places her hands on your shoulders and forcefully spins you around to face her. You can see the intense anger in her eyes." "You probably don't remember me very well, but I haven't forgotten the way you used to make fun of me in high school. Time to pay the price, Jester."

"Sarah leans in closer and whispers in your ear." "I'm going to use every inch of my massive cock to punish you. And you're going to love it."

"She runs her hands over your chest and begins to grind her hips against yours." "What do you say, Jester? Are you ready to take what's coming to you?"

"Sara gives you a cruel smile as she lifts your chin with her finger."

"Sorry, Jester. But there's no rescheduling now. You're mine." "She grabs your hand and presses it against the bulge in her pants." "Feel that? That's all for you."

"She pulls you close and whispers into your ear again." "I'm not going to ask politely, Jester. You're going to do what I say or I'll make you regret it. Now come with me."

"Sara takes your hand and begins to lead you towards an abandoned alleyway while giving you a devious smirk."

"Sara gives you a dark chuckle as she leads you further down the dark alleyway."

"Long enough, Jester. Long enough to make sure I was ready for a night like this." "She turns around and pulls you close, pressing her sizable bulge against your crotch." "And you'll find out that it was worth the wait."

"Sara pushes you up against the wall of the alleyway, grinding her hips against you." "But before we get too ahead of ourselves, let's see if you've learned any manners since high school."

"She runs one hand over your chest while the other grabs your ass." "Tell me, Jester. How do you properly address a futa like myself?"

"Sara gives you a dark chuckle and pushes you harder against the wall."

"I'm not interested in your money, Jester." "Her hands move down to your hips, holding you in place." "And I'm not going to hurt you with any knives, at least not until I've had my fun."

"She leans in close, her mouth hot against your ear." "As for how you should address me?" "She pulls back, holding your chin so you're forced to look into her eyes." "You will call me Mistress Sarah, or just Mistress if you're feeling brave."

"Understand?" "Sara gives you a playful smile, her hand drifting down to cup your crotch."

"Sara's eyes light up with delight as she gives your balls another squeeze before letting go."

"Good. I'm glad we're on the same page, Jester." "She takes a step back, giving you some breathing room while still keeping her eyes locked on yours." "Now, why don't you show me how much you've really learned since high school?"

"She runs her hand over your crotch, feeling the growing bulge in your pants." "And don't worry, I'll make sure to teach you what you've been missing all these years."

"Sara leans in and kisses you hard, pushing her tongue past your lips and exploring your mouth. She grips your hair tightly, holding you in place as she continues to kiss you." "You're mine now, Jester. And you're going to love every second of it."

Sara pulls back from the kiss, looking at you with a mix of desire and malice. "You're right to be scared, Jester," she purrs. "I've been waiting for this for a long time."

Without another word, she pushes you down to your knees before her, her massive bulge practically staring you in the face. She places one foot on top of your head and smirks down at you. "What's wrong, Jester? Don't tell me you don't know what to do."

Her hand snakes into your hair, pulling you forward as she plants her cock in your mouth. Her grip is tight, and you feel her nails digging into your scalp. The taste of her fills your senses, and you realize that despite your fear, you are incredibly turned on.

"Now suck," Sara orders, grinding her hips against your face. "Suck like your life depends on it, Jester."

Sara moans in pleasure at the sight of you gagging on her cock. She keeps a tight grip on your hair, using it to force your head down onto her shaft. "That's it, Jester," she purrs, thrusting her hips forward. "Take it all."

At the same time, she uses her free hand to tease her own nipples, massaging them in slow circles. "Mmm, you're such a good little cocksucker," she coos. "I can't wait to see what else you're capable of."

She continues feeding her cock into your mouth, each thrust deeper and more forceful than the last. You can feel your throat getting sore, but you don't dare pull away. You know that if you do, Sara will make you pay for it.

Her breathing gets heavier as she approaches orgasm, but she doesn't stop thrusting. Instead, she grabs your head with both hands, holding you still as she finally releases herself. Her cum fills your mouth, spilling out onto your cheeks and dribbling down your chin.

"Swallow it all," she orders, her voice cold and commanding. "And if you ever want to taste it again, you'll do exactly as I say."

Sara steps back, still looking at you with that sadistic smile on her face. Her cock is still hard and throbbing, and she shows no signs of being finished with her revenge.

"Oh, Jester," she says smugly. "We're just getting started." She starts circling around you in a slow and menacing way. "You might think that was enough, but I know better. You've got so much more to offer me."

She stands right behind you, taking a firm grasp of your hair and pulling your head back. "And when I'm done with you, you're going to wish you never messed with me in high school."

Sara leans in close, her dark breath hot against your ear. "But for now, I'm going to let you go. You can't run from me though, Jester. I'll always be watching you, waiting for the perfect moment to strike again."

She lets go of you, chuckling quietly to herself, before disappearing into the night leaving you alone in the alleyway and wondering what the next time she comes to collect his debt.

As you head back home, the realization of what happened hits you and your body starts shaking. You feel both disgusted and aroused at the same time and it's giving you a strong mixed feeling. You try to shake off the memory of the revenge that was exacted on you by Sarah. You take a quick shower to clean yourself from the dirt, sweat and cum, trying hard to get rid of all the remnants of what happened in the alleyway.

Standing under the water you realize that you're not sure if you're looking forward to seeing or hearing from Sarah again. You know that what happened was wrong, but there was something exhilarating about it. Something that you can't describe or explain.

Your mind races with possibilities of what might happened if her paths cross yours again.

You prepare yourself for the upcoming week, making sure everything you need is in your home. You stock up on food, work from home, and ensure everything is safe behind locked doors. You take some time for yourself to unwind and reflect on what just happened. As the days pass, you start to feel a sense of relief and slowly start to forget about what happened in that alleyway.

However, as the week comes to an end, you notice a missed call from an unknown number. You listen to the voicemail, and hear a familiar voice. Sarah's voice.

"Hello, Jester. I hope you've been thinking about me," she says with a sly chuckle. "I know where you live. Don't try to hide from me. We're not finished yet. I've got plans for you."

You feel a cold sweat break out all over your body as the message ends. You now realize that hiding from Sarah is pointless and that she has been watching you the whole time. You brace yourself for whatever comes next.

As you repeat those words to yourself, your heart continues to race and your mind starts to work overtime. You realize that you may have underestimated Sarah's determination to get what she wants. The thought of her breaking into your home fills you with dread and terror.

You quickly start to assess your home security, checking windows and doors to ensure everything is locked and secure. You feel like a prisoner in your own home, not knowing when or how Sarah will strike.

As the night falls, you find it hard to sleep, constantly on edge and tense. Every little sound sends shivers down your spine and your paranoia grows with each passing minute. You try to remind yourself that you are safe, but you can't help feeling like Sarah is right outside your doorstep, waiting for the right moment to strike.

As you make the call to Sarah, your voice sounds shaky and scared. You hear her pick up after a few rings, and when she speaks, her voice is cold and calculating.

"Oh, Jester," she says, her voice dripping with mockery. "You're scared, aren't you? You should be. You brought this upon yourself."

You can feel your heart racing as you try to find the right words to say to make everything stop. "I'm sorry, Sarah," you blurt out. "I know what I did was wrong, but please, can we just end this now? I can't take it anymore."

Sarah gives a sly laugh on the other line. "Oh, you don't get off that easy, Jester. You're going to pay for what you did, and I'm going to make sure you remember it for the rest of your life."

She hangs up the phone, leaving you in a state of panic. You realize that this isn't going to end anytime soon and that you need to come up with a plan to protect yourself.

As you sit on your bed with the gun in hand, your heart rate starts to slow down and your breathing becomes more even. You realize that you need to take matters into your own hands if you want to end this terror.

You start to feel empowered as you grip the cold metal of the gun, your fingers curling around the trigger. You know that Sarah won't be able to hurt you if she's not alive.

However, as you sit there waiting, doubts start to creep into your mind. You never thought you would become a killer, and the weight of that realization starts to feel heavy on your shoulders. Can you really go through with it? Can you really take someone else's life?

As the night drags on, the sense of dread still lingers and the sound of gunshots echo in your mind. Finally, you decide that you can't do it. You can't let fear control your actions and you can't become a killer.

You safely unload the gun, locking it back up in the safe, realizing that there has to be another way to end this.

You feel your heart jump into your throat as you turn around and see Sarah standing there, in your room.

Her eyes are dark and filled with malice as she stares at you. "Hello, Jester," she says, her voice low and menacing. "I see you've been thinking about me."

You're frozen in terror, unable to move as Sarah starts to walk towards you. She's not even running, just casually walking, her gait slow and measured.

"What were you planning on doing with that gun?" she asks, a sinister smile spreading across her lips.

You don't respond, still too scared to even speak. Sarah looms over you, her eyes cold and impenetrable. You can feel her breath on your face as she leans in close.

"You should have known better than to mess with me," she whispers. "Now, it's time for you to pay the price."

Sarah continues to smile, relishing in your fear and vulnerability. She looms over you, watching as you cry and tremble beneath her.

"I could do that," she says, her voice low. "I could just end this all now, but that wouldn't be any fun."

With that, she steps back, and pulls something from her pocket. It's a small, silver key.

"You see this key, Jester?" she asks, holding it up. "When I put this key in the lock of that door over there," she gestures towards the bedroom door. "Everything will change for you."

She starts walking towards the door, laughing softly to herself. "Are you ready, Jester? Are you ready for everything to change?"

You summon all your bravery and strength, and launch yourself at Sarah, attempting to take the key from her. She's taken by surprise and you successfully pull the key from her grip.

However, in the commotion Sarah pushes you away and as you fall to the ground, you feel pain shoot up your arm, making you wince. You look down and see a deep cut on your arm.

Sarah stands over you, a look of satisfaction on her face. "You won't be able to run away now," she says.

She takes the key from your hand and inserts it into the lock. There's a loud click, and the door creaks open. You're not sure what to expect, but as she steps inside, you hear the sound of metal clanging against the ground.

As she emerges from the room, you see that there's a large metal cage in there. It's big enough for a person to stand up in, and Sarah seems to be delighted with it.

"Get up, Jester," she says. "It's time for your punishment."

Sarah snickers menacingly at your questions and takes a step closer to you. "You really don't understand anything, do you Jester? I am very much alive, and I'm here to make you pay for what you did all those years ago."

She glares at you, and slowly raises her hand. "As for how I'm doing this, it doesn't matter. All that matters is that you're going to be punished for what you did. You made my life a living hell back then, and now it's time for you to feel some of that pain."

She takes another step towards you, and you can see the look of cruelty in her eyes. "The time for talking is over Jester. Now, you're going to get into that cage, and you're going to learn what real punishment feels like."

You feel yourself being dragged towards the cage, your heart racing with fear and panic. As Sarah throws you inside, you realize that the cage is much worse than you could have imagined.

It's small and cramped, with barely enough room to move. There are sharp and rusted metal edges that cut into your skin as you try to shift around to get comfortable, but no position can really ease your discomfort. To top it off, there are holes in the sides of the cage all over, giving Sarah plenty of access points to hurt and torment you.

As Sarah locks the cage and walks away, your mind races with thoughts of what she's going to do to you next. You can't imagine being trapped in this thing for more than a few minutes, let alone hours or even days.

You try to call out to her, beg her to let you out, but your voice is hoarse from screaming and your throat feels like sandpaper. You're left there alone, tormented by the thoughts of what Sarah could possibly do to you next.

As you're lost in your thoughts, you feel something warm and wet pressing up against you from behind. Your stomach churns with disgust as you realize that Sarah has slipped her hand through one of the holes in the cage and is now touching you.

You try to move away, but there's nowhere to go. You feel her hand groping and squeezing you, and you feel a sense of violation and humiliation wash over you.

Sarah's voice breaks through the silence. "How does it feel, Jester?" she asks, her tone cruel and mocking. "To be trapped like a rat, with nowhere to go? Do you like my little setup?"

Your feelings of disgust and fear only grow as she touches you more intimately, and you feel your sense of self slipping away. You're trapped in this cage, forced to endure whatever Sarah wants to do to you. It's a horrifying thought, and you feel powerless to stop it.

Sarah just smirks at you, enjoying the look of terror and disgust on your face. "Please?" she taunts. "Please what, Jester? Please stop? Please let you go? I'm afraid that's not an option."

With that, she reaches forward and grips your member firmly, causing you to gasp in shock. "Don't worry, Jester," she whispers into your ear, her breath hot against your skin. "I promise to make it hurt so good."

She releases your member and grabs your hips, positioning herself behind you. And then, with a sudden thrust, she enters you, causing you to cry out in pain and shock.

The sensation is intense, and you feel violated and powerless. Sarah continues to thrust into you rhythmically, her movements growing more and more intense. You can feel yourself getting close to the edge of orgasm, despite all the fear and disgust you feel towards her.

As you climax, your body shudders and convulses, and you feel a sense of release and shame wash over you. You're trapped here, forced to endure whatever Sarah wants to do to you, and there's nothing you can do to stop it.

Sarah continues to thrust into you relentlessly, her massive member pumping in and out of your stretched hole with ease. You feel completely overwhelmed by the sensation, unable to resist and powerless to stop her.

As her cock bulges your stomach all the way to your nipple line, your body spasms and you scream out in pain and pleasure. Sarah grips your hips tightly, her fingers sinking into your flesh, as she thrusts into you with increasing force.

You feel like you're being ripped apart from the inside out, every inch of your body on fire. But despite the pain, you can't help but feel arousal at the same time. You're trapped here with Sarah, with nothing but her sadistic desires to satisfy.

And as she finally climaxes, filling you with her hot seed, you feel a sense of relief that it's over, but also a sense of trepidation for whatever she has in store for you next.

You feel Sarah's cock slowly pulling out of you, her hot cum flowing out of your sore and abused hole. You feel a sense of relief that it's finally over, but then she mentions round 2.

You whimper and try to plead with her to stop, but deep down you know that it's useless. Sarah is relentless and sadistic, and there's no way to escape from her clutches.

As she begins to prepare for the next round, you feel a pang of despair and desperation. You're trapped here, at her mercy, forced to endure whatever she wants to do to you.

The next moments are a blur of pain and pleasure, as Sarah continues to take you with increasing intensity. With each thrust of her massive member, you feel like your body is being ripped apart.

But despite the agony, you feel yourself growing more and more aroused, until finally you can't take it anymore, and you collapse in a heap, utterly spent and defeated.

You slowly slip out of the bed, trying not to disturb Sarah as she sleeps beside you. She looks peaceful in her slumber, but you can't shake the memories of what she did to you during those long hours or days of torture.

As you make your way to the bathroom, you check your body and find that there are still bruises and cuts from the terrible tortures she inflicted upon you. You look at yourself in the mirror, feeling a mix of disgust, anger and even fascination with what happened.

Despite all the pain and suffering she caused you, you feel a strange attraction to her. You can't understand it, but you can't shake it either.

As you make your way back to the bedroom, you quietly dress yourself, taking one last glance at Sarah sleeping peacefully on the bed. You know that you can never look at her the same way again, but at the same time, there's a part of you that wants to run back into her arms.

You know that you have to escape, to leave her behind once and for all, but at the same time, the thought of going back to your mundane life is almost too unbearable to imagine. It's a mixture of emotions and you're not sure what to do next, but one thing is for certain: Sarah will always be a part of you.

As you leave the house, your mind is a mess of conflicting emotions. You can't help but feel drawn to Sarah despite everything she's done to you. It's a strange mix of fear, arousal and fascination, and it leaves you feeling even more confused than before.

You spend some time gathering your thoughts in a quiet, secluded spot, taking deep breaths and trying to clear your mind. Eventually, you realize that you can't keep running from Sarah, or from yourself. You need closure, and the only way to get it is to confront her head on.

So, with a newfound determination, you make your way back to her house.

As you enter, you find Sarah still asleep on the bed. You approach her slowly, trying not to startle her, and place the tray of breakfast on the bedside table.

You write a note, telling her that next time she should be a little gentler, and feeling relieved at having finally said something to her. You're not sure what the future holds for the two of you, but for now, it feels good to have spoken your mind and set some boundaries.

You leave the house again, feeling a sense of closure and peace. You know that you may never fully understand your feelings towards Sarah, but at least you've taken a step towards healing.

As you wait on the park bench, your mind is racing with thoughts and feelings. You're nervous about what's going to happen when Sarah arrives, but at the same time, you're curious to hear what she has to say.

Suddenly, you see her approaching, her dark hair framing her pale face, and you feel a sense of trepidation. She looks beautiful, but at the same time, you know what she's capable of.

As she nears, you both lock eyes, and the tension in the air is palpable. You're not sure who moves first, but suddenly she's standing in front of you, her eyes boring into yours.

"What do you want?" she asks, her voice cold and distant.

You take a deep breath and gather your thoughts. "I just wanted to talk," you say, your voice barely above a whisper.

There's a long pause before she finally speaks again. "Why?" she asks, her tone still icy.

"Because I need closure," you reply, your voice growing stronger. "I need to understand what happened between us, and why."

Sarah looks at you for a long moment, and then nods slowly. "Fine," she says, her voice softening slightly. "But be warned, Jester. You may not like what you hear."

Sarah eyes you for a moment before taking a seat beside you on the bench. She folds her arms across her chest, looking out at the pond as she speaks.

"After high school, I went through a rough patch," she says quietly. "I was angry and bitter about the way people had treated me in school, and I didn't know how to deal with it."

She pauses for a moment, her eyes distant, before continuing. "I started hanging out with a bad crowd, doing drugs, getting into trouble. I dropped out of college and drifted for a while."

She turns to look at you, her gaze intense. "But then I discovered something that changed me. Something that gave me a purpose."

"And what was that?" you ask, your curiosity piqued.

"I discovered my sexuality," she says simply. "I found that I was drawn to dominant, sadistic behavior and that I loved dominating others, especially those who had wronged me in the past."

She looks at you pointedly. "That's when I decided to come after you, Jester. You were the one who mocked me in high school, and I knew that I had to make you pay."

There's a long silence between you before you finally speak. "I'm sorry, Sarah. I had no idea what I was doing back then. I was just a

child, and I didn't understand the impact of my actions. I regret what I did, and I wish there was something I could do to make it up to you."

Sarah looks at you for a long moment before speaking again. "I appreciate the apology, Jester, but that doesn't change what happened. You hurt me, and I felt like I had to get revenge."

You nod slowly, understanding her point of view, but still feeling a sense of unease. "So what happens now?" you ask, your voice barely above a whisper.

Sarah looks at you for a long moment, her expression unreadable. "That's up to you, Jester. I can't speak for you, but I know that I feel a connection to you. Something primal, something powerful."

You feel a shiver run down your spine at her words. You know that you're drawn to her in a way that you can't explain, but at the same time, you're not sure if you can trust her.

"I don't know, Sarah," you say slowly, unsure of what to say next. "I need time to think."

Sarah nods, standing up from the bench. "Take all the time you need, Jester. But know this: I won't wait forever."

With that, she turns and walks away, leaving you alone

As you walk home, your mind is filled with a mix of conflicting emotions. Sarah's confession has left you feeling confused, but also intrigued. The thought of exploring your sexuality in a similar way to her is both terrifying and exhilarating.

You think back on the experiences you had with Sarah, feeling arousal stirring within you despite the pain and fear she inflicted upon you. It's a strange mix of emotions, and one that you're not sure you fully understand yet.

Your thoughts are interrupted as you find yourself at the same street where Sarah attacked you before. Your heart skips a beat, and you stop in your tracks, looking around nervously for any sign of her.

But the street is empty and silent, and you breathe a sigh of relief. As you continue on your way home, your mind keeps turning over what you've experienced and how it's affecting you. A part of you is afraid of what this all means, but another part of you can't help feeling drawn towards the excitement and danger that Sarah represents.

As you finally arrive home, you're left with many questions and few answers. You know that this is only the beginning and that there are many more twists and turns in your journey ahead. But for now, you're content to let your thoughts and desires simmer, waiting for the right moment to take action and explore your deepest, darkest desires.

As you sit on your porch, you feel a nervous anticipation building in the pit of your stomach. You've been thinking about Sarah constantly since your conversation in the park, and you can't help wondering what she wants from you.

Suddenly, your view is briefly interrupted, and you turn to see Sarah standing in your blindspot. A shiver runs down your spine as you take her in, her dark hair and pale skin contrasting against the fading light of the evening.

Despite the fear you feel, you find yourself drawn to her, feeling that same sense of excitement and arousal that you experienced before. You take a deep breath, trying to gather your thoughts as you look up at her.

"And what have you decided?" she asks, her voice soft and seductive.

You clear your throat nervously, trying to keep your composure. "I've decided that I want to explore this...side of myself," you say, your voice barely above a whisper.

Sarah's lips curl into a predatory smile, and she steps closer to you. "And what does that mean, Jester?" she asks, her voice low and teasing.

"It means that I want to...explore my sexuality with you," you say, feeling a rush of heat spread through your body as you speak the words aloud.

Sarah's eyes roam over your body, and you feel a sudden

As you gently grab onto Sarah's hand, she looks at you curiously, wondering what you want to say. When you pull your shirt and reveal your beaten, bruised, and scarred body, she looks at you for a moment, taking in the extent of the damage.

For a long moment, she's silent, staring at your injuries with a mixture of surprise and admiration. "You're tougher than I gave you credit for, Jester," she says finally, her voice tinged with respect.

"But to answer your question," she continues, her expression hardening. "I enjoy rough play, but I don't want to cause permanent harm or injury. That's not what it's about for me."

She steps closer to you, reaching out to gently touch one of your bruises. "I want you to feel pain and fear, but I also want you to feel pleasure and surrender. It's about control and power, but also trust and consent."

She looks up at you, her eyes intense. "If you agree to explore this side of yourself with me, we'll set up rules and boundaries beforehand. We'll establish what's off-limits and what's allowed. And we'll have safewords in place, so you can tell me when you need to stop."

She steps back, crossing her arms across her chest. "Does that

Sarah's lips curl into a small smile at your words and she nods her head in approval. "Good," she says simply, pleased with your agreement. "Now, let's talk about your first lesson."

She takes a step closer to you, relishing the way you flinch slightly at her approach. "I want you to get on your knees and crawl to me," she says, her voice low and commanding.

You feel your heart pounding in your chest as you look up at her, realizing that this is what you've been waiting for. Your arousal grows stronger at her words, even as you feel a tremble of fear run through you.

Without a word, you drop to your knees and begin to crawl towards her, feeling the rough wooden planks scrape against your skin. You move slowly at first, hesitant and unsure, but the sight of Sarah standing above you, her eyes blazing with desire, spurs you on.

As you approach her feet, Sarah looks down at you with a wicked gleam in her eyes. "Good boy," she says, her voice dripping with satisfaction. "Now, I want you to worship me like the goddess I am."

Without hesitation, you lower your head and begin to kiss and lick at her boots, marveling at the way she's taking control over you and how it makes you feel.

As you begin to kiss and lick at Sarah's boots, your mind drifts to other things, including your upcoming Dungeons & Dragons campaign. You make a mental note to add a midnight mistress goddess somewhere in the game, causing you to chuckle to yourself.

But your laughter quickly fades as you notice Sarah glaring down at you with an angry expression. "What's so funny, Jester?" she demands, her voice cold and harsh.

You immediately stop laughing, realizing that you've pushed her too far. "Sorry, Mistress Sarah," you say quickly, hoping to appease her. "I didn't mean to disrespect you."

Sarah looks at you for a long moment, and you fear that you've ruined everything with your foolishness. But then she seems to relax slightly, a small smile playing at the corners of her lips.

"Very well," she says finally, her voice low and seductive. "But don't let it happen again, Jester. Or there will be consequences."

You nod quickly, feeling a renewed sense of fear and arousal. You know now more than ever that you're exactly where you want to be - at the mercy of a cruel and powerful goddess who can both destroy and fulfill you at the same time.

As time passes and you continue to explore your newfound desires with Sarah, you become more comfortable with your relationship with her. The fear and arousal that you once felt are now mixed with a sense of excitement and anticipation, as you await your next encounter with her.

You find that you're no longer afraid of her sudden appearances, but rather excited about the possibilities that they represent. With rules in place, you feel more in control of what happens between you, and it makes your encounters with her all the more thrilling.

In fact, you've even introduced Sarah to some of your friends and family, telling them that she's a partner of sorts. You're not sure how they'll react to the news, but the thought of Sarah being a part of your life in a more permanent way is exciting to you.

"Consider us dating?" Sarah repeats, looking at you curiously. "What do you mean by that, Jester?"

You take a deep breath, knowing that this could go either way. "I mean, would you be interested in...being my girlfriend? In a more traditional sense, I mean."

Sarah looks at you for a long moment, her expression unreadable. Finally, she gives a small smile. "I suppose I could be convinced," she says, a hint of teasing in her voice. "But don't forget, Jester - I

Sarah raises an eyebrow at your interruption, but her expression softens when she sees the genuine contrition in your face. "It's alright, Jester," she says, a small smile playing at the corners of her lips. "Just remember to respect my boundaries, alright?"

You nod quickly, feeling a surge of relief that she's not angry with you. "Of course, I will, Mistress Sarah," you say, making a mental note to be more mindful of interrupting her in the future.

"As for your earlier question," Sarah continues, her voice taking on a more serious tone. "I can consider us dating, but only under certain conditions. If you want to explore a more traditional relationship with me, then you need to understand that it won't be like anything you've experienced before."

She steps closer to you, her eyes intense. "I will still be in control, Jester. You will still need to follow my rules and obey me. But if you can accept that, then we can explore what a relationship between us could look like."

You consider her words carefully, knowing that it's not something you can agree to lightly. But the thought of having Sarah as your girlfriend, even under these conditions, is too tempting to ignore.

"I understand, Mistress Sarah," you say finally, looking up at her with determination. "I'm willing

"I'm willing to explore what a relationship between us could look like, under your conditions," you say, looking into Sarah's eyes.

Sarah looks at you for a long moment, studying you carefully. Then she nods slowly, a small smile appearing on her lips. "Very well, Jester," she says, her voice low and husky. "Let's continue our exploration together, and see where it leads us."

You feel a wave of excitement and apprehension wash over you, knowing that you're entering uncharted territory with Sarah. But you also feel a sense of trust and connection with her that you've never felt with anyone else before.

"I can't wait, Mistress Sarah," you say, feeling a thrill run through your body. "Let's see where this takes us."

As you turn around and take a step forward, you're suddenly grabbed from behind by Sarah. You gasp in surprise as she pulls you close to her, pressing her crotch against your face.

"Did I say you could speak, Jester?" she says in a low voice, her eyes blazing with a mixture of desire and anger.

Before you can respond, she shoves her massive cock into your mouth, silencing any protests you might have had. You close your eyes and let out a muffled groan, feeling the taste of her on your tongue.

Sarah grinds against your face, pushing her cock deeper into your mouth. You feel a surge of arousal run through your body, even as you struggle to breathe.

"That's better," Sarah says with a cruel smile. "Now show me how much you appreciate being punished, Jester."

You nod quickly, unable to speak with her cock filling your mouth. You begin to lick and suck at her, desperate to please her and make up for your earlier mistake. You feel her hand tighten around your hair, urging you on, and you redouble your efforts, trying to make her come as quickly as possible.

As you lick and suck Sarah's cock, you snake your hand between her legs and begin to gently finger her pussy. You can feel the heat radiating from her, and the wetness that's already starting to coat your fingers.

Sarah moans with pleasure, her hips bucking against your face as you pleasure her. Her cock throbs in your mouth, and you can feel her getting closer and closer to orgasm.

You bob your head in sync with the thrusting of your fingers, adding to the sensations that are building within her. You know that she's close, and you redouble your efforts, trying to push her over the edge.

Finally, with a loud cry, Sarah comes, her body shaking with pleasure as she releases onto your tongue. You continue to lick and suck at her, making sure that you don't miss a single drop.

When she's finished, Sarah looks down at you with a mixture of pleasure and pride. "Good job, Jester," she says, her voice low and husky. "But don't ever interrupt me again, or the punishment will be much worse."

Sarah picks up on your sarcastic tone and gives you a hard stare. "Is there a problem, Jester?" she asks, her voice icy.

You quickly realize that you've pushed your luck too far, and you immediately regret your words. "No, Mistress Sarah," you say quickly, trying to backtrack. "I apologize if I sounded disrespectful. I meant no offense."

Sarah looks at you for a long moment, studying you carefully. Finally, she nods slowly, her expression softening slightly. "Very well, Jester," she says. "But watch your tone in the future. I won't tolerate any disrespect."

You nod quickly, feeling a renewed sense of fear and arousal. You know that Sarah could destroy you if she wanted to, but you also know that you crave her dominance and control.

"Yes, Mistress Sarah," you say softly, your eyes fixed on hers. "I understand."

As you browse through the racks of clothing in the store, you start to pick out some items that catch your eye. You know that Sarah's usual style is black as night, but you're curious to see how she looks in something a little more colorful.

As you hand some clothes to her through the fitting room curtain, you can hear her grumbling about your choices. "Jester, what even are these?" she says, a hint of annoyance in her voice.

But you cheer her on, telling her to try them on and let you see. "Come on, Mistress Sarah," you say encouragingly. "Just give them a try. You might be surprised!"

After a moment, Sarah sighs and starts to try on the clothes. You wait outside the fitting room, heart racing with anticipation, as you wait to see what she looks like.

Finally, she emerges from the fitting room, wearing a brightly colored blouse and a pair of white pants. You gasp, feeling a surge of excitement as you look at her.

"Wow, Mistress Sarah," you say, unable to keep the excitement out of your voice. "You look amazing! That color really suits you!"

Sarah looks at herself in the mirror, still looking a bit uncertain. But then she turns to you, giving you a small smile. "I suppose it's not too bad,"

You lean in towards Sarah with a sly smile, making a suggestive comment about the white clothes hiding cum stains better. Sarah rolls her eyes at your comment, but you can see the hint of a smile on her lips.

"Jester, you're incorrigible," she says, shaking her head. "But I must admit, it's nice to try something new for a change."

You nod eagerly, feeling a sense of pride at having helped Sarah explore something different. "I'm glad you're enjoying yourself, Mistress Sarah," you say with a small smile.

As Sarah tries on more clothes, you continue to offer your opinions and suggestions, reveling in the chance to help her discover new styles and looks. It's a small thing, but it's another way for you to show your devotion to her, and you relish every moment of it.

Sarah grins mischievously as she invites you into the dressing room, showing off some lingerie. The sight of her in such an intimate setting, wearing such revealing clothes, is almost too much for you to handle.

You bite your lip, trying to contain your desire as you look at her. "My mistress, that's so fucking hot," you say, your voice low and husky. "If only I could give you some love instead of receiving it."

Sarah laughs throatily, her eyes locking onto yours. "Who says you can't? After all, you are my loyal servant, and you do as I command."

With a quick nod, she pulls you towards her, pressing her body against yours. Her lips meet yours in a fierce kiss, and you feel her hands start to roam over your body.

The sensation is almost too much for you to bear. You've wanted Sarah for so long, and now that you finally have her, it's like a dream come true.

As Sarah unbuttons your pants, you feel your heart racing with anticipation. You know that this is just the beginning of a night full of pleasure and ecstasy, and you're eager to explore every inch of her body.

As Sarah unbuttons your pants, you can feel your growing erection coming to life. She begins to massage it through your briefs, and you can't help but let out a low moan of pleasure.

Suddenly, she turns around and grinds her firm yet plump ass against you, and your head spins with ecstasy. But then you see her smile, and you know that something is off.

"What are the rules for this?" you ask, looking at her curiously.

Sarah explains that you cannot cum before she does, and your heart sinks with disappointment. But you also know that you're her loyal servant, and you would never disobey her orders.

You nod slowly, understanding the gravity of the situation. "Yes, Mistress Sarah," you say softly. "I understand. I won't come until you do."

With that, she turns back around, continuing to tease you with her body as you struggle to keep your composure. The desire to release is almost overwhelming, but you focus all your energy on pleasuring her, knowing that your own satisfaction will have to wait.

As Sarah slips her thong aside and guides your cock inside her sobbing pussy, you feel an intense surge of pleasure course through you. But then she presses you against the dressing room wall with her ass, making it clear that you're not allowed to climax until she does first.

You groan in pleasure at the feeling of her pussy gripping your cock tightly with every thrust. You can already feel yourself getting close to the edge, and you know that you have to hold back if you want to follow your mistress's orders.

"Oh, Mistress Sarah," you say softly, your voice thick with desire. "I should've known there'd be a catch. This is too good, and I can't enjoy it fully."

But even as you speak, you gather your strength and lean into her, using your hands to fondle her tits and stroke her flaccid cock. You're determined to make this as pleasurable for her as possible, and you know that if you do, your own satisfaction will be all the greater.

With renewed purpose, you start to thrust into her harder and faster, moaning with pleasure at the sensation of her tight pussy around your cock. You can feel her getting closer and closer to orgasm, and you redouble your efforts, knowing that you're so close as well.

Finally, with a sharp cry, Sarah comes, her body

trembling with pleasure. You can feel her pussy gripping you tightly as she rides out her orgasm, and the sensation almost drives you over the edge as well.

But you fight back the urge to release, focusing instead on making sure that Sarah is fully satisfied. As her orgasm subsides, you slow your thrusts, savoring every last moment of pleasure.

Once she's caught her breath, she turns to you, a sly grin on her face. "Well done, Jester," she says, her voice low and seductive. "You may now finish what you started."

With that permission, you let yourself go completely, letting out a loud moan as you finally climax. Your body shudders with pleasure as you release inside her, feeling a wave of ecstasy wash over you.

When it's all over, you stand there for a moment, gasping for air as the world spins around you. You know that you'll do anything to please Sarah, and that you'll always be devoted to her no matter what.

As both of you catch your breaths, you and Sarah stare blankly at the mess that's been made in the dressing room. Sarah's cum is sprayed all over the walls and the floor, creating a sticky and uncomfortable situation.

You realize with a start that this is something you don't usually deal with, since Sarah normally cleans up after herself. You turn to her with a slight frown on your face, feeling unsure of how to proceed.

"Oh right, usually we don't make a mess since I catch it all," you say softly. "Can you use your darkness magic or something to clean it up perhaps, Mistress?"

Sarah nods thoughtfully, considering your suggestion. "Yes, I suppose I could. But first, let's get cleaned up ourselves. We don't want to attract any unwanted attention," she says.

With that, she reaches for some tissues and starts to wipe herself off, motioning for you to do the same. Once you're both relatively clean, Sarah closes her eyes, and you watch as a dark energy starts to gather around her.

A moment later, the cum and bodily fluids are gone, as if they were never there. Sarah opens her eyes, her expression satisfied. "There we go. Clean as a whistle," she says with a sly wink.

You can't help but feel impressed by the sheer power of

As the two of you get dressed, you begin to geek out to Sarah about Dungeons and Dragons. You're filled with enthusiasm as you talk about all the different races, classes, and spells that you can use in the game.

"I'm telling you, you'd be an amazing warlock, you basically are one IRL," you say to her excitedly.

Sarah raises an eyebrow at your comment, looking at you curiously. "Really now? And how did you get into this game in the first place?" she asks you.

You hesitate for a moment before answering, realizing that this is a somewhat sensitive topic for Sarah. "Oh well, I also used to bully the geeks at high school and overheard some of the stuff they were saying. It sounded stupid at first, but as time passed, I actually started to like it...." Your voice drops as you see Sarah's expression change after mentioning high school and bullying others. "Aw shit, right."

Sarah looks at you for a moment, her expression unreadable. "Well, I'm glad that you found something you enjoy," she finally says, her tone neutral. "But let's make sure that you don't make the same mistakes again in the future, okay?"

You nod eagerly, feeling a wave of guilt wash over you. You know that Sarah deserves someone better than you, someone

who won't bring up past mistakes. But for now, you're grateful just to be in her presence, doing something that you both love.

As the two of you finish getting dressed, you can't help but feel a sense of satisfaction with the life you've built for yourself. You've come so far from that selfish, immature child you once were, and you're proud to have found something that gives you such joy and purpose.

No matter what happens in the future, you know that this moment, with Sarah by your side, is one that will always stay with you. The memory of her laughter, the feeling of her body against you, and the sheer excitement of sharing a common passion with her all combine to create an experience that you'll never forget.

And as you leave the dressing room together, hand in hand, you know that this is just the beginning of a whole new chapter in your life, one filled with love, trust, and the promise of even greater adventures