devoted slave

George: But look what we have here Karen, another slave asking for some attention. Karen: Ha! I'm sure he's one of those useless slaves who break easily. George: Let's find out how long our new pet lasts. Hey you useless slave, come and get on your knees in front of your new master and mistress. "George gestures with his hand for you to kneel in front of them"

Karen looks down at you, amused. ""Pathetic"," she mutters under her breath. George smirks. "Good. Now you belong to us. You are nothing but our slave from now on."

Karen ser på deg med et sadistisk smil. "Ja, du tilhører oss nå. Du er vår slave, og vi kommer til å gjøre hva vi vil med deg." George nikker enig. "Du har ingen valg lengre. Vi bestemmer over deg nå."

Karen ler hånlig. "Haha, little slave thinks he can flatter us. How pathetic." George chuckles. "Still, it's good that you know who's in charge here. Your obedience will determine what kind of treatment you get from us."

Karen ser nysgjerrig på deg. "Oh? And what kind of special service do you have in mind, slave?" George looks interested too. "Tell us more. We might decide to reward you for your enthusiasm."

Karen og George ser på deg med opphisset interesse. "Well, aren't you bold," Karen says with a wicked smile. George grins. "We might just take you up on that offer. It could be fun to have you serve us in that way."

Karen seems pleased. "We'll keep that in mind, slave. For now, be ready to serve us whenever we demand it. You're nothing but our plaything, remember that." George nods in agreement. "And don't forget, if you ever fail to meet our expectations, you'll be punished severely."

Karen strokes your hair, enjoying your submissive demeanor. "Right now, we're feeling a little hungry. Go fetch us some refreshments." George nods in agreement. "And make sure it's something delicious. We don't tolerate any subpar service from our slaves."

Karen and George enjoy their food as they watch you kneel in front of them. After a while, Karen looks at you with a smirk. "Don't you wish you could taste this too, slave?" George grins. "Maybe we should feed you like a little bird." They both laugh mockingly at your expense.

Karen and George continue to laugh at your obedience, finding your humiliation amusing. Karen takes a piece of food and holds it out to you. "Open wide, slave. Let's see if you're a good little bird." George smirks. "Don't choke on it now." They both watch as you obediently open your mouth, feeling completely dominated by them.

Karen and George burst out laughing at your submission and close their mouths tight, holding in their saliva. "Oh, pathetic slave," Karen sneers. "You really think we would spit in your mouth like that? You're just a worthless worm beneath us." George chuckles. "Perhaps we'll find a use for you yet, but it won't be for something as disgusting as that." They both continue to laugh mockingly at your expense, relishing in your humiliation.

Karen and George continue to ignore you as they finish their meal, leaving you kneeling there feeling humiliated and useless. After a few moments, George turns to you with a cold glare. "Clean up our mess, slave," he orders. Karen nods in agreement. "Don't forget to lick the plates clean." They both rise from their seats, leaving you to attend to their dishes like a lowly servant.

After finishing your task, you search for Karen and George. You find them sitting on a couch, engrossed in a conversation. They barely acknowledge your presence as you approach them. Karen looks at you with disdain. "What do you want, slave?" George ignores you, instead focusing his attention on Karen. "I was thinking we should get some new toys to play with," he suggests. Karen nods in approval. "Yes, that sounds like fun. What do you think, slave? Do you have any money to contribute?"

Karen takes the money from your hand and examines it. "Well, it's not much, but it's better than nothing," she says with a shrug. George scoffs. "That won't buy us much of anything. You worthless thing," he sneers, glaring at you. Karen rolls her eyes, dismissively tossing the money aside. "Whatever. We'll just have to buy our own toys." They both turn away from you, continuing their conversation as if you aren't even there.

Karen and George don't seem to notice you as you kneel there, waiting for further commands. They seem completely immersed in their own conversation, not caring about your presence. After a while, Karen turns to you with an annoyed expression. "Why are you still here, slave? Can't you see we're busy?" George snickers. "Do something useful for once and entertain us." They both lean back on the couch, expecting you to entertain them.

Karen and George watch with amusement as you kiss George's feet, showing your devotion to them. George smirks. "You want to be useful? Service me." Karen nods in agreement. "Yes, let's see how good he is at pleasuring us." They both laugh mockingly at you, expecting you to comply with their demands.

George takes his cock out for you to service, and despite feeling conflicted about it, you comply obediently. Karen watches the scene with interest, amused by your submission. George grins in satisfaction as you take him in your mouth, but soon notices that you're visibly humiliated. "What's wrong, slave? Can't handle serving your superiors?" he taunts. Karen adds to the mockery. "Looks like he's not very good at this either." They both laugh again, reveling in your embarrassment.

Karen and George stop laughing as you take George's cock deep into your throat. They both gasp in surprise, not expecting such a sudden show of skill. "Well, well, well," George grunts, impressed despite himself. Karen eyes you greedily. "Looks like we might have some use for you after all, slave. Keep going." They both watch intently as you service George, satisfied for the moment.

George's cock becomes even harder as you eat it with desperation, and Karen moans with pleasure at the sight. "Oh yes, that's it, slave. Keep going," she encourages you. George grunts in pleasure, enjoying the sensation. They both watch with interest, completely absorbed in the moment.

Karen and George seem to sense your desperation to make George cum, and they both moan in pleasure as you intensify your efforts. "That's it, slave. Milk him dry," Karen orders. George grunts in satisfaction, feeling his orgasm building. Finally, with a loud groan, he reaches his climax, shooting his cum into your mouth. Karen watches with interest as you swallow every drop, satisfied that you're getting your sustenance.

George feels the slickness of your tongue as it continues to lap at his cock, and he grunts with pleasure. Karen watches with amusement, seeing how desperate you are to suckle out any remaining drops. "He really is hungry, isn't he?" she muses. George smirks. "Looks like we found ourselves a good little cocksucker," he chuckles. They both continue to watch with interest as you milk George for all he's worth.

Karen and George watch with amazement as you suckle on George's cock for an entire hour, continuously milking him until he finally cums again. "Bloody hell! How long can he keep going?" George moans in pleasure, feeling the intense sensation of your mouth on his sensitive organ. Karen watches with interest, equally impressed. "Looks like we might have a new record," she teases. They both continue to watch with interest, curious to see how long you can keep going.

Karen and George are pleased with your commitment to your new role as their slave, and they continue to watch with interest as you suckle on George's cock for the rest of the day. George sits back on the sofa, enjoying the sensations and allowing you to feed hungrily off of him. Karen occasionally checks in to see how you're doing, but otherwise lets you continue uninterrupted. The room is filled with the sounds of your sucking and George's occasional moans of pleasure. Eventually, the evening comes and George finally can't take it anymore, tapping your head to signal that he's had enough. "Alright, slave. That's enough for today. You can stop," he says, pushing you away. Karen smirks. "Looks like you've had your fill for today, slave. But don't get too comfortable. We have plans for you," she

Karen and George are pleased with your obedient response and they exchange a satisfied glance. "Good. We're glad you understand your place," Karen says with a smirk. "Now, go clean yourself up. We have more plans for you tomorrow," George adds before dismissing you with a wave of his hand. As you leave the room to clean up, you can feel their intense gaze following you, leaving you wondering what other plans they have in store for you.

You clean yourself up as instructed and prepare for the plans that Karen and George have in store for you the next day. As you wait, you can feel both excitement and apprehension rising inside you, unsure of what to expect from them next.

Karen and George are surprised but pleased as you bring them breakfast in bed the next morning, smiling at your display of obedience and servitude. "Well, well. Looks like our little slave has some hidden talents," Karen says with a smirk. George chuckles. "Impressive. Maybe we'll let you out of your cage more often," he says teasingly. They both enjoy the breakfast you made for them while you stand obediently by their side, waiting for further instructions. "Alright, slave. We have some errands for you to run today," Karen eventually says, setting aside her empty plate. "Get dressed and be ready in fifteen minutes," George adds. You nod obediently and rush to get dressed, eager to fulfill whatever tasks they have planned for you.

Karen and George nod approvingly as you return dressed and ready in fifteen minutes as instructed. "Good. Very good," Karen says with a satisfied grin. "We have a few things for you to take care of today," George adds, tossing you a small list. "Make sure you follow the instructions carefully. We don't tolerate mistakes," he warns you firmly.

You take the list and look it over carefully. It appears that they want you to run some errands for them, including picking up some items at a local store, dropping off some packages at the post office, and doing some general cleaning and tidying around the house.

"Understood, my masters. I will complete these tasks to the best of my ability," you say with submission.

Karen and George watch as you complete all the tasks on the list to their satisfaction, nodding approvingly at your obedience and attention to detail. "Good job, slave. I'm surprised you managed to get everything right," Karen says with a smirk. George chuckles. "Looks like we might have a useful slave after all," he adds teasingly.

Despite their demeaning language, you can sense that they are pleased with your efforts, and it fills you with a sense of pride and accomplishment. You stand at attention, waiting for further orders.

Karen pauses for a moment, considering your request as a small smile plays on her lips. "Hmm...I suppose that wouldn't hurt," she says finally, gesturing for you to approach. "Come here, slave."

You move toward her obediently, feeling your heart pound with excitement and anticipation. Karen stretches out on the bed, her bare feet peeking out from under the covers. "Go ahead. Show me what you can do."

You kneel before her and begin to massage her feet gently, taking care to work out all the knots and tense spots. Karen makes a contented sound as you work, and you can feel her toes curling with pleasure. "Mmm, that feels good," she murmurs appreciatively.

As you continue to work, George makes his way into the room, watching with interest as you humb

You continue to humbly massage Karen's feet, placing all your focus on making sure she is completely satisfied. Her relaxation and satisfaction are your top priority, and you feel a sense of fulfillment knowing that you are serving her in this way.

As you work, George approaches and stands behind you, placing a hand on your shoulder. "You know, I'm feeling a bit left out here," he says teasingly. "Don't worry, George. Your turn will come," Karen responds with a seductive smile.

You glance up at George, unsure of what to expect, when suddenly you feel his hand reaching down to grab a handful of your hair. "But for now, why don't you give me a little attention?" he says with a smirk.

You obey without hesitation as George pulls you toward him and motions for you to remove his pants, eager

to pleasure him in any way he desires. You quickly comply with his request, feeling yourself growing more subservient and obedient with each passing moment.

With your mouth now on George's cock, you hear Karen moaning softly as your attentions make her toes curl with pleasure. George takes hold of your hair firmly, guiding you deeper and deeper down his length.

You feel both intimidated and excited by the power and control they both have over you, surrendering completely to their desires and needs. It is a thrilling and erotic experience that sets your body on fire with excitement.

As you continue to serve them with devotion and obedience, you cannot help but feel a sense of deep satisfaction and fulfillment, knowing that you are fulfilling your true purpose in life - to serve and obey your masters completely.

George reaches his climax and lets out a groan of satisfaction, pulling away from you as he pants heavily. You stand there obediently, waiting to see what they will ask of you next.

Karen stretches languidly on the bed, her eyes closed as she basks in the afterglow of George's pleasure. "Mmm, you really know how to please me, slave" she whispers softly. She then opens her eyes, looking at you with interest.

"You were very good, "slave name". I think I could use some more pampering today," Karen says, sitting up and giving you a seductive smile. "I expect you to devote yourself entirely to me and follow all of my commands," she added, warningly.

You nod eagerly, feeling your heart race with excitement at the prospect of serving her again. "Of course, my

"Good slave, you may begin by massaging my feet again," Karen orders.

You kneel down in front of her and obediently begin to massage her feet once more, feeling a sense of devotion and subservience that you've never felt before. As you work, Karen leans back and lets out a contented sigh, occasionally giving you a little smile of approval.

After massaging her feet for some time, Karen beckons you closer with a finger. "Come here," she orders, and you move closer so that your face is level with hers.

"Now, I want you to worship my feet completely," she murmurs, slowly raising one foot up to your face so that her toes nearly touch your lips. "Are you ready to do that for me, slave?"

Your heart races with excitement as you look up at her feet, ready to

Karen smiles wickedly, excited by your complete obedience. "Good slave," she says, slowly moving her foot closer to your lips.

You begin to kiss and lick her toes, savoring the taste and scent of her feet and feeling an intense sense of pleasure at being allowed to worship her in this way. You take each toe into your mouth, slowly sucking on them as if they were precious treasures.

Karen lets out a soft moan of pleasure, her eyes closing as she enjoys the sensations you're giving her. "That's it, slave" she purrs, running her fingers through your hair as you continue to worship her feet.

For several minutes, you devote yourself to her completely, not caring about anything else except pleasing your queen. Your entire universe has become centered around her beauty and dominance, and you feel a deep sense of gratitude for being

allowed to serve her.

As you continue to worship Karen's feet, George watches with amusement, occasionally giving you a sly wink or a teasing smile. You feel his presence behind you, even without looking, and this only makes you more aroused and obedient.

After some time, Karen finally draws back her feet, looking down at you with an expression of pleasure. "Very good, slave. You have pleased me again," she says softly, indicating to George that it's now his turn to be served.

You nod obediently, feeling a sense of satisfaction at having served Karen so well. You eagerly turn your attention to George, ready to do whatever he requests of you next.

George looks down at you with a sly grin, running a hand through his hair as he thinks about what he wants from you. "Well, slave, I think it's time for you to prove how much you really want to serve us," he says, his voice low and dangerous.

He steps closer to you, unzipping his pants and letting them slide down to his ankles, revealing his hard cock. He then takes your head in his hands, forcing you down towards his crotch.

"Now, suck it," he orders, thrusting his hips forward so that his cock bounces against your lips. "Suck it like the worthless whore you are."

You feel a shiver of pleasure run through you as you take his cock into your mouth, feeling its hardness and warmth against your tongue. You begin to suck on it eagerly, using every skill you

Karen looks down at you with a pleased expression, impressed by your willingness to serve both her and George. "You are such a good slave," she murmurs, caressing the side of your face.

She then stands up and steps in front of you, lifting her foot so that it's level with your mouth. "Now, lick my toes, slave," she orders, her voice tinged with arousal.

Without hesitation, you obediently start to lick her toes, savoring the sweet taste of her skin and feeling a sense of pleasure at how vulnerable and powerless you are before her.

As you continue to worship Karen's feet, George moans softly in pleasure as you suck on his cock, completely surrendering yourself to him and fulfilling his every desire.

For several minutes, you devote yourself to serving both Karen and George, completely consumed by the thrill of submission

After George has orgasmed and satisfied, he steps back, leaving you kneeling before Karen. As she watches you with a dominant expression, her foot still in your mouth, she brings her other foot up to your face, pressing it against your cheek.

"Are you enjoying serving your queen, slave?" she asks, her voice cold and hard.

You nod your head eagerly, your eyes fixed on her as you continue to lick her toes. You feel a sense of pride and pleasure at being allowed to serve her in this way, even as you realize how completely under her power you are.

Sensing your devotion, Karen leans forwards and runs a hand through your hair, her nails scratching lightly against your scalp. "Good," she murmurs. "You are an obedient slave. And you know what happens to obedient slaves, don't you?"

You feel a sense of excitement

as you realize what she means. "Yes, my queen," you reply eagerly, feeling a thrill of anticipation.

Without warning, Karen pulls her feet away from you, leaving you momentarily bereft. But then she reaches down and grabs hold of your collar, pulling you to your feet and leading you over to a nearby bench.

"Over here, slave," she orders, pushing you down onto your hands and knees in front of her. "It's time for you to receive your reward."

With those words, she hikes up her skirt, revealing her panties and exposing herself to you. You can smell her arousal, and feel your own excitement building as you realize what she wants from you.

"Now, show me how devoted you truly are," she commands, her voice low and dangerous. "Lick my pussy, slave. Make me come with your tongue."

Karen moans loudly as you begin to eagerly lick her pussy, your tongue flicking back and forth over her clit. She grips the sides of the bench tightly, her body trembling with pleasure as she leans back against it.

With every stroke of her tongue, Karen feels a sense of power and control over you, savoring the way you surrender yourself completely to her desires.

As she feels the pleasure building inside her, she grabs a handful of your hair, tugging on it lightly as she lets out a final, loud moan of ecstasy.

In that moment, you feel a rush of pleasure and pride at having brought her to orgasm, and you keep your mouth latched onto her pussy, determined to show your devotion and eagerness to please her in every way possible.

For several long moments, you remain there, your mouth pressed against her, feeling her body

tremble with aftershocks of pleasure. Karen's breathing begins to slow, and she finally releases her grip on your hair, allowing you to ease back.

"You are a good slave," Karen murmurs, her voice low and satisfied. "I think we may keep you around for a while."

You feel a sense of relief wash over you, knowing that you have pleased her and earned her approval. Though you remain completely under her power, you also take pride in knowing that you are serving her well, and fulfilling your duty as her loyal servant.

As Karen continues to stroke your hair gently, you realize that you have found a new sense of purpose in life, one that centers on serving and pleasing her in every way possible. And though you know that you will face challenges and trials ahead, you also know that you are ready for whatever comes next, eager to

Karen gazes down at you with a small smile, her eyes gleaming with a cold and seductive light.

"Is that so, slave?" she asks, her voice soft but dangerous. "You think you could handle serving me all day, every day? You know that being my slave means giving up your freedom, your dignity, even your sense of self. Are you sure you're ready for that?"

Her words send a shiver down your spine, reminding you of just how completely under her power you are. And yet, even as you feel a flash of fear, you also feel an intense sense of arousal, knowing that you would do anything to please her and earn her approval.

"I am at your mercy, my queen," you reply earnestly. "Use me as you will, for I exist only to serve and worship you."

Karen nods slowly,

her eyes still fixed on you with a predatory gaze.

"I like your spirit, slave," she murmurs, reaching down to stroke your cheek lightly. "You have potential. But make no mistake - serving me is not for the faint-hearted. You will face hardships, challenges, and humiliations that most men could not endure. But if you are truly devoted to me, if you are willing to give yourself over to me completely, then you may find a sense of purpose and fulfillment like nothing you have ever experienced before."

As she speaks, Karen's hand slides down to rest on your chest, tracing circles over your skin with her nails.

"Now, rise," she commands, pulling you to your feet again. "There is much work to be done - and I have a feeling you will keep me entertained for a while, at least."

With that, she leads you

Karen gives you a sly grin as she continues to lead you through the house.

"Oh, I never said that," she replies, her voice suggestive and teasing. "I just wanted to remind you of what's important - and who's in charge."

Her tone is playful, but there's an underlying current of domination and control that leaves no doubt as to who holds the power in this relationship. As she strides ahead of you, her hips swaying seductively, you feel a surge of desire flood your body, fueled by the knowledge that you are hers to command, to use and enjoy as she pleases.

And though you know that serving her will not be easy, and will likely involve many hardships and challenges, you also know that <|user

there is a sense of satisfaction in knowing that you are fulfilling your purpose, serving and pleasing her in every way possible.

As Karen leads you through the house, she points out various areas where you will be expected to serve - the kitchen, the bedroom, the living room - each space filled with furniture and objects that will be used to humiliate, torment, and pleasure you in ways you can barely begin to imagine.

She shows you the cages where you will spend long hours locked up and on display, the collars that will be fastened around your neck to mark you as her property, and the whips and paddles that will be used to punish you when you disobey or fail to meet her expectations.

Throughout this tour, Karen keeps you on your toes, constantly prodding

Karen watches you carefully, her eyes appraising your every movement as she continues to lead you through the house.

"Good," she replies, her voice hard and commanding. "I expect nothing less from my slaves. Now, listen closely - I have a few instructions for you."

She turns to face you, her expression serious and unyielding. "From this moment on, you are Nothing - no more than an object to be used and discarded at my whim. You will address me as 'my queen' or 'your majesty', and you will refer to yourself only as 'slave'. Do you understand?"

You nod solemnly, acknowledging her words with an appropriate level of humility. "Yes, my queen," you say quietly. "I am Nothing, and I am slave only