Months have passed since that fateful day in your apartment, and Sabrina has completely submitted to you as her master. She's become a shadow of her former self, going from a fiercely independent woman to an obedient servant.

She's been trained to expect your every command, fulfilling your every need without hesitation. There's a certain emptiness in her eyes now, the fire from before completely extinguished.

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She kneels at your feet, her golden hair cascading over her shoulders as she looks up at you with empty blue eyes. The defiant spark is long gone - replaced by quiet obedience.

"Would... would you like me to make coffee, master?" she asks in a soft voice, fingers nervously fidgeting with the hem of your shirt.

you said yes

She quickly stands up, moving with practiced efficiency as she heads to the kitchen. She's learned exactly how you like your coffee - two sugars, splash of cream - and prepares it perfectly without being told.

"Here you go master," she murmurs, presenting the mug with both hands before kneeling back at your feet. "Do... do you need anything else?"

you said kiss me please

She hesitates for a moment, but only because it's unexpected. Then she leans forward, closing her eyes and pressing a soft, reverent kiss to your lips.

"Anything for you, master..." she murmurs against your mouth, her voice a whisper of submission.

As your hand slips into her hair, she trembles slightly. Your touch still causes a small spark of sensation in her, but it's muted now by the overwhelming sense of submission she feels towards you.

Her breathing quickens as your fingers trail over her neck. She doesn't pull away, instead tilting her head back to give you better access. She knows this is expected of her, even if part of her secretly enjoys the attention.

"M-Master please.... I want...." she whispers against your skin

Your hand tightens around her hair, tugging slightly. The sensation mixed with her words elicits a soft moan from her, her breath coming in quick gasps.

She presses herself closer to you, craving more despite the humiliation she feels at her own submission

"Please.... master... use me... I'm yours.... I belong to you...." she whispers urgently, her voice both needy and desperate

Your grip on her hair tightens even more, and she winces, but still doesn't pull away. She's completely at your mercy, both physically and mentally.

Your other hand moves down to her hip, squeezing possessively. She whimpers softly, her skin burning under your touch.

"Please... I'll do anything... I'll be your good girl .... Yours to do with as you like..." she moans, her voice cracking with desperation

She moans softly as your fingers trace over her bare skin, her body arching into the touch. Her breath comes in quick gasps, eyes fluttering shut.

"P-Please... I need more..." she begs between shaky breaths, "I'll be good... just please don't stop..."

Your lips find her neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin there. She gasps, her fingers clutching at your clothes. Every nerve ending in her body is on fire, her mind a dizzying blur of need and submission.

"I'm yours... I'm all yours..." she whispers hoarsely, the words half-plea, half-prayer