Freya desperately beg to remain being his

"What did you said?" Freya responds incredulously, asking herself if she has really you have heard what I have told her, that she is free to go.

"I said I would release you. You will be free to go back to your old life. I don't want to have you as my **** anymore." I forcefully insist on my words.

"But you can't. Don't you remember what I tried to do when we met?" So suddenly, she is worried about me?

"Does that means you will do the same once I release you?"

"No! But I don't understand why you would do this, and I won't if I was in your place. Is not safe."

"Don't worry for me, Freya. I won't unmatch you from the APP. You will still be nominally mine, but I will give you a few simple orders that will be in effect your whole life."

"You will tell me never to cum again?" She asks, scared that I will retaliate that way.

"It is tempting, but no. You will pack your things and leave this house. Once you are out of the door, you must follow the next orders all your life..."

I stop for a few seconds before continuing so she will prepare for the following orders for the rest of her life.

"You won't come back to this house ever, you won't see me nor any of my girls, nor talk or contact on any form, and you won't tell anyone nothing about me or my girls or what has happened to you with me. I don't want to see you again."

"Wait, wait, please! No, don't do that!" She starts complaining, screaming.

"With all that you initially resisted, now you don't want to be released? Seriously, I don't understand women. This is the problem when you are allowed to have your own opinion. You are incapable of staying with one and being consistent."

"Yes, you are right!" She agrees as she gets down on her knees on the floor. "This is why women like me should not have rights, dignity, or opinions, as you always say. We need the strong hand of a man like you. Please, I don't want to be released."

"Get up. I won't change my mind." I command her.

Although it seems that she does not want to, she cannot disobey me, so she gets up from the ground, while her expression is one of supplication.

"I beg you. I am not lying. I was wrong at the beginning. I should have knelt to you from the first day. I am sorry. Don't make me leave you."

"If you are so submissive right now, you can look for another man who owns you. You are not mine anymore. You can do what you want."

"But I don't want another man! I want you! I masturbate more than 20 times a day, thinking about you. You have become everything to me."

"Give me your collar."

"Please, no. At least allow me to keep it as a souvenir." Even so, she takes off her necklace and offers it to me, and tears can be appreciated in her eyes when she does so.

"I am sorry, but this collar symbolizes that I own you. You can buy another collar."

"I want yours..."

"Common, go to your room, dress up, and pack your clothes."

She continues to beg as she goes to her room, where she begins to put all her clothes in a suitcase, which I have not let her wear all this time. After all, I always **** her to be naked because I only treated her as an object. And now it seems that the idea of being again treated as a person disgusts her.

"Put something on. You can't go outside naked."

"I don't want..." she says at the same time that her body does the opposite, dressing. "I want to be exposed for you."

Once dressed, I accompany her to the door, putting a hand on her back to guide her. She has no turning back. She is not stupid, and even she has chosen a tiny blue skirt and a white tight, and she hasn't put on panties, maybe to try to seduce me. But it's useless; if her nudity isn't enough, her sexy dress won't be either.

"Please, Greg..." She stops for a second, thinking about what more she can do to convince me. "I love you."

"You can return to your life with your friends, family, and education."

"No! I don't want any of that." This time she hugs me while she begs my forgiveness. "You tell me I don't need it, that I only need to live to please you. I believe you. I only want to please you."

"Freya!" Holes interrupt us. She is behind me, as always, naked and on all fours. "Don't you see you are not capable of showing him the respect he deserves?"

"What do you mean?" Freya asks, genuinely confused.

Holes is furious. If I weren't in the middle of them, I'm sure she would bite Freya. "You are still calling him by his name!"

"But..."

"You should call him Master!"

"I am so sorry!" Freya tells me, looking into my eyes once she has realized the mistake. "I am so sorry, Master. Forgive me. Would you please keep being my Master? I only want to please you, Master."

It took the threat of losing me for her to decide to call me Master finally, but it is not enough.

"No, Freya. You do not want to please me. You only want to please yourself. You only want to cum."

"No! Well, maybe yes! But I want you, my Master, to be the one who made me cum. And fuck me. Because I want you to use me."

"Well, once you are free, you can cum all you want."

"No, I refuse! If it is not with you, I won't cum. Ever!"

"That is your choice, do what you want."

"At least could you give me the order to not cum again?"

"No, I won't. If you don't want to cum do it by your own will. You should have wanted to please me without expecting anything in return. My pleasure should be your purpose, nothing else."

"Ok, ok. I understand my mistake. Don't let me cum. Maybe I don't deserve it, but keep me, use me, fuck me."

"Too late, Freya. Common, let's get to the door."

I continued accompanying her to the door. Once I arrive and open it, she throws herself on the floor and hugs my legs, with her cunt rubbing my right leg. Then she grabs me firmly with her legs and uses her hands to cover her ears.

"If I can't hear you, you can't command me to leave!" She says in a last **** attempt, which is useless because I take her hands so she can hear me.

"You can't avoid me by covering your ears."

"Please! Master!" She said while full crying. "I don't want to be a person; I want to be an object, to live to please you. **** me, humiliate me, but not let me free."

As a last option, she lowers her head and brings it closer to my boots to start licking them immediately.

"See? I can lick your boots if you want. I have no dignity. You often say women should have no rights, opinions, or dignity. I have none of it. You have convinced me your ideas are true. Do you want women who voluntarily accept they are no persons? I believe it, too, I swear! Do you want women who believe they are not human beings? Well, I believe it too. I am just a worthless toy that wants to be owned by you, my dear Master because I love you with all my heart, body, mind, and soul."

"I also want women who do everything I want without ever considering what they themselves want."

"What do you want me to do? I'll do it. No matter what, whatever it is, as long as you don't make me free."

"Are you sure, Freya? Is that what you really want?"

"Yes!"

"Ok, I think I have some ideas in mind that you can..."

"I'll do it!" She interrupts me.

"I have not yet told you what I want."

"And I said I'll do it. Whatever you want, I'll do it. I will do absolutely everything to please you and keep being your ****."

It seems that Freya has already learned her lesson. So I close the door. Now I have to tell her what I have in mind for her, my redheaded ****.