4

As I examined her body, I couldn't deny the truth—she possessed a beauty that would make the goddess of love and beauty, Aphrodite, green with envy.

Her breasts were perfect, well beyond the D-cup, and showed no signs of sagging. Her curves were like those of an hourglass, perfectly proportioned and tantalizingly alluring. Each curve and contour of her body seemed sculpted by a divine hand, radiating an otherworldly allure that was impossible to ignore. 

Despite my efforts to remain aloof and detached, I couldn't help but feel drawn to her beauty. It was a magnetic pull that defied reason and logic, tempting me to indulge in desires that I had long suppressed.

As I gazed upon her, a myriad of conflicting emotions washed over me—desire, longing, and a hint of vulnerability. It was a dangerous combination, one that threatened to unravel the carefully constructed walls around my heart.

Yet, even as I acknowledged her physical allure, I knew that beneath the surface lay a woman of substance—a woman with dreams, fears, and desires of her own. 

It was a realization that both intrigued and unsettled me, stirring emotions that I had long since buried.

In Maxine, I saw not just a beautiful woman, but a challenge—a challenge to my beliefs, my values, and my very sense of self. 

It was a challenge that both terrified and exhilarated me, igniting a spark of curiosity that refused to be extinguished.

As I stood there, grappling with the tumult of emotions raging within me, I knew that Maxine had awakened something dormant inside me—something primal and untamed. 

It was a reckoning that I could no longer ignore, a reckoning that would forever alter the course of my destiny.

"You're only allowed to call me sire from now on," I said to her after whacking her butt. 

"Yes, sire." Her eyes were lifeless now. It was a delicate sight. I took great pleasure in the despair of others. 

I could tell that she didn't hesitate to answer with honorifics anymore.

"I changed my mind, call me master, bitch. Get on your knees."

She gave me a puzzled look. 

"Yes, Master." She muttered while on all fours.

She strode to me. It was a beautiful site. She barked as she reached me. Her head was at the level of my groin.

"Your master will take good care of you, pet." I patted her head.

Her tears amuses me. I never knew witches could cry.

"Turn around, I ordered her."

I grabbed her slender waist and gave her peaches a big spank. Her painful groan was music to my ears.

"Don't worry," I whispered into her ear, my voice barely audible as I gently slid my fingers inside her pleasure hole. "This room's soundproof. Be free to cry even louder."

Her resistance was evident, but my dexterity was undeniable, and she was already wet with anticipation. Despite her attempts to suppress it, I could feel her desire building, her body responding to my touch with an eagerness that belied her attempts at restraint.

With practiced ease, I pulled down my pants, releasing the sleeping beast that had been longing to conquer our prey. As it emerged, majestic and proud, a mighty 8-incher, I couldn't help but marvel at its power. It shot tall, towering over us like a silent sentinel, its presence commanding attention.

I could sense Maxine's apprehension, her eyes fixed on my adulthood with a mixture of awe and trepidation. 

The sight of it seemed to mesmerize her. For a moment she forgot that she was my slave. Maxine was completely under its spell now. 

As I moved closer, my gaze locked with hers, I could see the flicker of uncertainty in her eyes, mingled with a raw, primal desire. Whether she likes it or not, she can't hide from her pleasures. 

It was a heady combination, fueling the fire of passion that burned within me. 

With a steady hand and a sense of purpose, I guided myself towards her, the anticipation mounting with each passing moment. 

Our connection was like a tangible force that bounded us together in a dance of pleasure. 

The world slowly started to fall away, leaving only the two of us lost in a haze of desire and abandon.

At that moment, nothing else mattered—not the past, not the future—only the intoxicating rush of pleasure that consumed me. 

I knew that this was just the beginning—a mere taste of the ecstasy that awaited us." Your master is ready to feed you now."

Maxine hesitated about touching my beast. If she wasn't going to do it, I'd make it easier for her...

I grabbed her head and shoved the beast deep inside her mouth until her lips touched my balls.

I could feel her throat, she choked as I pulled out a little. "If you won't do it yourself, I'll do it for you. Choose."

She closed her eyes as she grabbed my dick with both hands. Her fingers moved elegantly. She was truly gifted.

"That's more like it." Maxine's groaning continued. I guess she had a lot of practice doing this with those jocks from college.

"Faster." I ordered. Her tongue accomplished the most here. She slurped all over my rod, not missing a single spot. I let out a mild groan of my own when she licked around the tip. 

I reached my ecstatic point, I was slightly losing my mind, she moved her hands even faster, every motion ended with a slurp and choking sound, but that didn't slow her down a bit. 

If I was any normal guy, I'd have cum by now.

She kept it up for 15 minutes before I finally blessed her with her new meal.

"Swallow everything."

She did as she was told.

I took one final picture of her, "Look at me." She raised her head. Her eyes were completely devoid of any emotions. I have finally broken up with her.

I looked down at her, I was her owner now. She was dripping wet and covered with my semen. I wanted to devour her completely, but not now, I have completed the first step - breaking her. 

I tossed her a towel, "Get dressed and retreat to your chambers. I have training to do."