The slave crawled from the dungeon, her knees dragging over the rough, cold cement. Each scrape sent jolts of pain through her raw skin, but she didn’t dare slow down. Ahead, Lucian reached the heavy metal door. Without looking back, he typed in a code and pressed his thumb to the scanner. The door unlocked with a soft, mechanical click.

As it swung open, harsh, sterile light flooded in, blinding her. She froze, her body stiffening instinctively as the brightness overwhelmed her senses.

"Move," Lucian's voice cut through the silence, controlled but sharp.

She flinched, scrambling forward, but not fast enough. His boot collided hard with her ass, pain shooting through her leg. "You do not hesitate," Lucian stated coldly.

The slave crawled through the doorway, blinking rapidly as her vision adjusted. The hallway stretched ahead, impossibly bright. On either side, the walls were lined with neatly arranged instruments—chains, whips, canes—all tools of her submission. Her eyes took it in quickly, her body trudging forward.

Lucian followed, his footsteps echoing off the polished floor. His eyes stayed on her as he reached up, selecting a dark ebony cane from the wall. Its polished surface gleamed under the lights, the Latin phrase Mulieres Servire Natae Sunt—“Women are born to serve”—etched into the carved handle in gold. The cane was a symbol of his absolute control, a reminder of her place beneath him.

"Eyes forward," Lucian ordered, his voice calm but cutting. She had dared to let her eyes wonder a long the wall. "You are here to serve, not admire."

Her gaze snapped back to the floor, and she quickened her pace, knees burning as they scraped against the ground. Each movement was a struggle to keep up, to avoid another misstep.

"Hold still," Lucian commanded.

The slave froze instantly, her body rigid under his gaze. The cane struck her thigh, quick and sharp. She flinched but remained silent. This wasn’t punishment—simply bringing her attention to the cane.

Lucian's gaze swept over her, a slow grin spreading across his face as he admired her frail form. Weeks under his control had reduced her to skin and bone, her ribs barely pressing out.

Without warning, Lucian grabbed her shoulder and yanked her upright into a kneeling position. Her body tensed, chest fully exposed. His eyes lingered on her breasts—shrunken from weight loss, but still soft enough for his desires.

His fingers moved over her skin, tracing slow circles around her nipples. His touch was light, teasing, designed to make her squirm. Her breath hitched, her chest rising and falling in uneven gasps. She arched instinctively, offering herself to him, silently begging for more.

Lucian’s grin widened. He rewarded her eagerness by pinching her nipples, twisting them sharply until she jerked in response. Her hips rocked involuntarily, desperate for any touch to relieve the ache growing between her legs. Her clit throbbed with need, but she knew better than to beg.

"Good girl," Lucian murmured, his tone dripping with condescension. His hand slid down her chest, lingering over her trembling form. "So eager to please, aren’t you? But that’s all you’ll get."

With precise movements, Lucian attached the wand vibrator to her clit, securing it with two tight leather straps around her thighs. The straps bit into her skin, a constant reminder of his control over her pleasure. With a sharp click, the vibrator hummed to life at its lowest setting. A moan escaped her lips before she could stop it, her body trembling under the relentless pressure.

She hadn’t been allowed release in weeks. Every touch from Lucian was a calculated tease, keeping her on the edge. Her desperation swelled, her hips instinctively rocking as the vibrator buzzed against her aching clit. She was so close, her body crying for relief, but she knew it wouldn’t come. Not unless he allowed it.

Lucian tapped his cane against her ass. "Move now," he ordered, and she complied immediately, her body lowering to all fours.

She scrambled to keep her balance, her elbows hitting the floor as the vibrator continued its steady hum, teasing her mercilessly. She wanted to cry out, to beg, but she held it in. She knew better.

"Come," Lucian ordered, his voice steady as he moved forward.

The slave crawled behind him, struggling to keep pace as they left the dungeon’s dark, oppressive hallway. The space opened into what seemed like an ordinary home. Polished wood floors gleamed under warm lighting—a striking contrast to the cold, stark dungeon.

Lucian stopped, gesturing around the living room. "You’ve done well to crawl your way out," he said, his voice calm but commanding. "It’s time for your graduation."

Her heart raced at his words, unsure of what he meant, but the undertone of praise was unmistakable. She felt a mix of dread and hope rising within her, her clit still throbbing painfully from the vibrator’s constant hum.

"You’ve moved from worm to bitch." His words stung, but beneath the degradation, there was approval—approval she had craved for so long.

They moved further down the hall to a small room. In the corner sat a large, plush dog bed. The sight of it was humiliating, yet it was undeniably an upgrade from the cold, hard dungeon floor. Lucian gestured toward it. "This is your new room. The dungeon was for worms. But you? You’ve graduated… but you're not a full slave just yet "

He crouched beside her, his hand stroking her head like a pet. "You’re my bitch now," he said, his voice mockingly sweet. "But don’t get too comfortable. You still have to earn every moment outside that dungeon."

Her body trembled, her clit pulsing with need, but she didn’t dare speak. Her hips rocked against the vibrator, soft moans begging for more. The drive of pleasure fully consuming her brain.

"Such a good bitch," Lucian muttered, pulling her closer by the collar. "You’ll be rewarded when you deserve it. But not now, I'm going to keep you nice and needy"

The vibrator still buzzed between her legs, a cruel reminder of his control. Her lips parted, but no words came. She nodded slowly, her gaze fixed on the floor, her heart pounding with the weight of her new title and the ache of unmet need.

A new desire filled her brains, The possibility of serving him, of one day becoming something truly valued, fueled her. For now, she would crawl, serve, and endure—all in the hope that, one day, she might rise further in his eyes.

Lucian stood, watching as her hips moved instinctively against the vibrator. The need radiating from her was intense, and it only amused him more. He took a step back, arms crossed, observing her struggle to stay composed.

Lucian mused, his voice calm but dripping with authority. "Nothing But a bitch… a bitch who doesn’t get anything without earning it."

The vibrator buzzed steadily, each second drawing her closer to that maddening edge, but never quite pushing her over.

"Do you understand?" Lucian asked coldly, stepping forward to tilt her chin up, forcing her to meet his eyes.

She nodded quickly, her lips trembling. Soft whimpers escaped her as her body ached with the need for release, the relentless pressure clouding her thoughts.

"Words," he commanded his deep voice commaning as, his fingers tightening on her chin. "Answer me properly."

"Y-Yes, Master," she stammered, barely able to focus through the haze of arousal. Her chest heaved, fighting against the overwhelming tension.

Lucian chuckled darkly and released her chin. "Good," he said simply, his tone returning to its icy control.

"Look at you," he muttered with disdain. "Desperate… aching… and still denied. I could fuck you right now." His voice dripped with mockery, as he let his fingers slide through his air "But it's so fun watching your desperartion.

He crouched in front of her, his hand trailing gently along her jaw, the touch a cruel mimicry of affection.

"You’ll stay like this—on the brink—until I decide otherwise. The need will consume you, but you’ll endure because that’s what you are. My bitch.”

Lucian stood, grabbed her leash, and with a swift movement, secured it to a heavy hook on the floor next to her new dog bed. The chain rattled as he gave it a hard pull to ensure it was tight. "Let’s make sure you don’t get any ideas about trying to grind on anything," he said with a dark smirk. "I want you right where I leave you."

The restraint made her situation even more unbearable. No matter how much her hips twitched or her body begged for release, she was trapped, unable to move freely, unable to find even a scrap of relief.

Lucian leaned in close, his breath hot against her ear. "You’ll stay needy like this, with nothing to help you, until I decide you’ve earned it."

Her pulse quickened as the vibrator continued its relentless buzzing, her arousal reaching unbearable levels. Every instinct screamed for release, but she knew better than to beg

The door closed with a heavy thud, leaving her alone, the leash keeping her firmly in place. The soft hum of the vibrator and the tension in the leash were the only sensations.

The vibrator hummed steadily against her clit, secured tightly with straps that bit into her thighs. Each vibration sent jolts of pleasure radiating through her body, teasing her relentlessly. Her muscles tensed involuntarily, hips twitching as she instinctively tried to grind against the straps, desperate for more pressure, for anything that might bring her closer to release. But the tight leash and her bondage kept her exactly where Lucian wanted her—on the brink, but unable to do anything about it.

The throbbing between her legs had become unbearable. Every pulse of the vibrator was both bliss and agony. It teased her, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body, but it was never enough. Her clit ached with the constant stimulation, the need building to a fever pitch, and yet... there was no relief.

Her breaths came in ragged gasps, her chest rising and falling with the effort of holding back. She bit her lip, trying to stifle the moans that threatened to escape, but it was no use. Soft, helpless sounds slipped from her lips as her body responded without her consent, her mind clouded with the singular focus on her aching need.

Her legs trembled, muscles twitching uncontrollably as the tension built. Her hips jerked forward instinctively, searching for something—anything—to push against, but the tight straps held the vibrator firmly in place, denying her the ability to control the sensation. She couldn’t move the vibrator harder against her clit, couldn’t find the friction she so desperately needed.

The helplessness was maddening. Her body was completely out of her control, her mind consumed by the unrelenting buzz of the vibrator, but she could do nothing. She was bound, restrained, a slave to the pleasure that Lucian controlled. The more she struggled, the more the leash tightened around her neck, a constant reminder that she belonged to him, that her pleasure was his to give or withhold.

Her thoughts began to blur, the need for release overriding everything else. She couldn’t think clearly, couldn’t focus on anything but the throbbing between her legs. Her mind spiraled into a haze of desperation, her only desire to come, to feel that moment of relief that had been denied to her for so long. But Lucian’s words echoed in her mind: You’ll stay like this—on the brink—until I decide otherwise.

A sob of frustration caught in her throat as she rocked her hips again, her body moving on its own despite knowing there would be no release. The vibrator continued its merciless teasing, keeping her body on edge, never letting her reach the climax she so desperately craved. Her clit was swollen, throbbing painfully with the constant stimulation, but still, there was nothing she could do. No matter how hard she tried, the tight straps, the bondage, and the leash ensured she remained helpless, unable to find even the smallest scrap of relief.

Time lost all meaning. Minutes felt like hours as the vibrator buzzed on, her body trembling, her mind slipping further into the fog of need. Every pulse of the vibrator sent shockwaves through her, intensifying the ache, and still, she was denied.

The leash tugged at her neck as she tried to move again, her body instinctively seeking an end to the torture. Her muscles were sore, her skin rubbed raw where the straps bit into her flesh, but none of it mattered compared to the unbearable desire that consumed her. She was trapped, bound, and utterly powerless to stop the overwhelming need that had taken hold of her.

The door creaked open, and Lucian stepped back into the room. The sound of his footsteps made her heart pound faster, the arousal swirling in her mind like a thick fog, making it hard to think of anything else. Her body was trembling, every muscle on edge as she turned her head slightly, desperate for any sign of relief.

He said nothing at first, simply watching her with a smirk that made her pulse quicken. Her thoughts were a jumbled mess of need and frustration, the constant hum of the vibrator dominating every corner of her mind. All she could do was wait, her breaths shallow, her body aching.

"Still so needy," Lucian finally murmured, his voice soft but mocking. "I can see how desperate you are."

She whimpered, her lips parting as if to say something, but the words tangled in her throat. The throbbing between her legs, the relentless buzzing—it was all she could focus on. The swirling arousal had consumed her, filling her mind until there was no room for anything else. The longer he looked at her, the harder it was to think clearly.

Lucian stepped closer, his hand brushing lightly over her skin. The touch was gentle, almost comforting, and yet it sent a sharp jolt of sensation through her, pushing her deeper into that fog of desire.

"You’ve been so patient," he said, his voice warm now, a stark contrast to his earlier coldness. "Such a good girl, waiting for me."

His praise slipped through the haze in her mind, filling her with a desperate sense of longing. She wanted more—needed more. The heat between her legs was unbearable, the constant pulse of the vibrator making it impossible to focus on anything else.

"All you have to do is ask," Lucian whispered, his hand tilting her chin up so she was forced to meet his gaze. His breath was warm against her skin, his touch making her head spin. "Tell me what you want."

Her mind was a swirl of confusion and need, the arousal clouding her thoughts. She tried to speak, but the words wouldn’t come. All she could feel was the aching, throbbing pulse of the vibrator, the relentless stimulation filling her brain, making it impossible to think of anything but release.

Lucian’s hand drifted lower, his fingers ghosting over her breasts. The sensation was maddening, teasing her already over-sensitized skin. Every touch sent another wave of arousal crashing through her, filling her mind until she was drowning in it.

"Come on," he coaxed, his voice soft, almost sweet. "Just say it. Tell me what you need."

Her resolve crumbled as the swirling arousal overtook her completely. She had been kept on the edge for so long, her body begging for relief, her mind clouded with nothing but need. She couldn’t hold back any longer.

"Please..." Her voice was weak, trembling with desperation. "Please, Master... fuck me."

Lucian’s smirk widened, satisfaction gleaming in his eyes as he leaned closer, his lips brushing against her ear.

"That’s better," he whispered. "But you’ll have to beg a little louder than that."

Her mind was spinning, the arousal overwhelming her. Every pulse of the vibrator sent another wave of pleasure through her, her body trembling under the strain. She couldn’t think of anything else—couldn’t focus on anything but the need for release.

"Please, Master!" she begged, her voice breaking. "Please, I need you... I can’t take it anymore. Please, fuck me.”

Lucian’s eyes glinted with satisfaction as he leaned closer, his fingers brushing lightly over the vibrator still buzzing relentlessly between her legs. She gasped at the contact, her hips jerking instinctively toward his hand, desperate for anything—any sign that her torment would finally end.

"You’ve begged so nicely," Lucian murmured, his voice low and almost affectionate. "I suppose you’ve earned it."

Her heart pounded, her body trembling under his touch. Could it really be happening? The swirling arousal that had filled her mind for so long made it hard to think clearly, but the thought of finally being fucked—of finally getting the release she needed—was all she could focus on.

Lucian’s hand moved lower, sliding between her legs. He toyed with the vibrator for a moment, teasing her clit with small flicks of his fingers, making her moan in desperation. She was so close—so close to losing control completely.

"Don’t forget," he said softly, his tone dark and commanding, "your pleasure is mine to give. And I’ll give it when I decide."

With a sharp click, Lucian turned off the vibrator, leaving her on the brink, trembling and gasping, her body aching for the release that had been denied for so long.

She whimpered softly, her eyes pleading as she looked up at him, unable to do anything but wait.

Lucian stood, undoing his pants with a slow, deliberate motion. He watched her closely, taking in her desperate, trembling form. The anticipation in the air was thick, every second stretching out as she waited for what she knew was coming.

He positioned himself between her legs, his hands gripping her hips firmly. She could barely breathe, her body trembling with need as she felt him press against her.

Without another word, Lucian pushed into her, filling her completely in one hard thrust.

Her body reacted instantly, a cry escaping her lips as she arched beneath him. The feeling of him inside her after being teased for so long was overwhelming—intense waves of pleasure crashing through her, making her mind spin. The swirling arousal that had clouded her thoughts was now focused entirely on the feeling of him, each thrust sending her higher, closer to the edge she had been teetering on for what felt like hours.

Lucian groaned low in his throat, feeling her body tense and quiver around him. Her tight, desperate heat squeezed him, and he could feel the familiar pressure building in his own core. But he wasn’t done with her yet. Not by a long shot.

His pace was steady, each movement deliberate and controlled. He knew exactly what he was doing—how to push her just far enough without letting her come too soon. His hands gripped her hips tightly, keeping her in place as he drove into her, setting the rhythm. Every time she tried to buck her hips, desperate for more, he would slow down, keeping her right on the edge, refusing to let her take control.

"Such a needy little slut," Lucian growled, his voice rougher now as his thrusts grew harder, more demanding. "Begging to be fucked like this.”

Each word sent a thrill through her, deepening her submission, her mind completely consumed by him. Her body was his to use, his to control, and in that moment, she didn’t want anything else. All she could do was focus on the feeling of him inside her, the relentless pleasure that built with every thrust.

Lucian felt her clench around him, her body shaking as she neared her first orgasm. He could feel the way she tightened, her muscles quivering as the pleasure built, and it drove him closer to his own edge. He groaned softly, his hands gripping her tighter, knowing that both of them were getting closer.

"Come for me," Lucian ordered, his voice harsh as he leaned down, his breath hot against her skin. "Now."

The command hit her like a shockwave, her body finally giving in to the overwhelming pleasure. Her orgasm tore through her, her entire body shaking as she cried out, her muscles clenching around him as wave after wave of release crashed over her.

Lucian didn’t stop. His pace quickened, his grip tightening on her hips as he kept thrusting into her. Each time her body tightened around him, it sent a jolt of pleasure through his own core, bringing him closer to his own climax. He could feel the pressure building, the familiar heat curling low in his stomach, but he held back, enjoying the way she trembled beneath him.

"That’s it," Lucian growled, his voice low and commanding. "You’ll come for me again. And again."

Her second orgasm hit her like a tidal wave, stronger than the first, her body shaking as the pleasure consumed her completely. Lucian’s cock throbbed inside her, the tight spasms of her release pleasuring his cock. His breath came in ragged gasps now.

He kept going, his movements rougher now, his hands gripping her tighter. Her body reacted with every thrust, and each time she tightened around him, the fire in his core burned hotter. He could feel himself getting closer, his control slipping as her body milked him toward his release.

"Look at you," Lucian said, his voice full of dark amusement. "You’re a such a good little cock whore. Good girl take it for me."

Her third orgasm tore through her, leaving her gasping, trembling beneath him. Her body was spent, completely overwhelmed by the relentless pleasure. He kept driving into her, pushing her further, closer to the brink of another release.

"One more," he growled, his voice thick with control. "You’ll come for me one more time."

His thrusts became more erratic, the heat building inside him, ready to explode. She moaned, barely able to form words as her body obeyed. The pleasure built again, her mind completely lost to the overwhelming sensations, and Lucian could feel his own release barreling toward him.

Her fourth orgasm ripped through her, her body convulsing as she cried out, completely undone by the pleasure. Her muscles clenched around him, and that was all Lucian needed. With a final, hard thrust, he groaned deeply, his body stiffening as his own orgasm overtook him.

The heat exploded inside him, a deep, primal groan escaping his throat as he emptied himself inside her. His fingers dug into her hips, holding her firmly in place as he pumped into her, each wave of his release hitting harder than the last. He could feel her trembling beneath him, her body still shaking from her own climax, and the feeling of her tight, convulsing heat around him only intensified his release.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Lucian slowed, his grip loosening as the last of his pleasure ebbed away. He looked down at her trembling form, panting and spent beneath him, and a slow smile spread across his face.

"Good girl," he murmured, his voice low and satisfied. "You’ve earned it.”