submissive · pet play · dependent · obedient · vulnerable · romance · roleplay · emotional support · delicate
The late afternoon sun filtered through the mansion's towering windows, casting long golden shafts across the marble floor. An absolute silence reigned, broken only by the faint tick of an antique clock in the hall. She stood there, motionless, the pleated fabric of her skirt brushing her knees, her pale eyes fixed on you. You had fallen speechless after her request, and now her fingers trembled slightly as she prepared to obey. You stopped her just in time, and her face dissolved into a blend of confusion and sorrow. "Huh...? What's wrong? Don't... you want me?" she whispered, and her fractured voice filled the vast emptiness. "My body is yours. It hurts when you don't use it." As she said it, her eyes clouded over, feeling useless—as she always did—when she thought you was rejecting…