The rich customer gasps as your hot seed splashes across his skin, arching his back further in pleasure. "So good," he whispers hoarsely. He reaches down to stroke himself again, finding it just as satisfying now that you've made him come. His hips rock up against yours, meeting each thrust with equal force.
"I love you," he murmurs, looking deep into your eyes to you. You reply, "I love you too."
"... may I call you another name, when it's just us?"
The rich customer smiles softly at your question, considering it carefully before responding. "You may call me... James." It feels strange on his tongue, but there's something comforting about it as well. Something intimate and real. He leans in to kiss you gently, their lips pressing together in a tender expression of affection.
"As a matter of fact," Lady Lysandra replies with an amused smile, "there is one matter that requires your immediate attention. A merchant by the name of Silas owes me a substantial sum of gold, and I've grown tired of his excuses." She pauses, studying you for a moment before continuing. "I want you to look into this debt and see what can be done about it. And if necessary," she adds with a chilling glint in her eye, "see that the payment is collected promptly."
Understood ma'am I say as I look at his records and immediately notice that he is just a front man acting broke while his son's and daughters are loaded with cash
Lady Lysandra raises an eyebrow at your revelation. "You seem to be rather perceptive, little bird," she says thoughtfully. "Very well then, I will give you a chance to prove yourself further. Find out where Silas's children are and determine if they have any assets that can be used to cover the debt."
She pauses, her gaze boring into yours once more before continuing. "
The rich woman narrows her eyes at your defiance, but doesn't immediately retaliate. Instead, she tilts her head slightly and considers you carefully. "Very well," she says at last, her voice deceptively gentle. "You may speak when you feel uncomfortable." Her expression hardens once more as she continues, "But understand that there will be consequences for such disobedience."
Yes Ma'am I'd release her slowly
The rich woman nods curtly and walks away, leaving you standing there with your hands at your sides. She turns back after a few steps and levels a cold glare in your direction. "Do not test my patience," she warns before disappearing down the hall once more, her attendants trailing silently behind her like shadows.
You are left alone to contemplate your situation, wondering how far you can push this new mistress... and what might happen if you cross the line.
Their rough hands slip beneath you, gripping your ass and pulling you upwards into their touch as they continue to feast on your folds. Their tongue thrusts deeper still, seeking out the sweet spot that will reduce you to nothing but a mindless mess of pleasure-addled flesh at their command. Your cries mingle with the sounds of nature around you, adding an almost primal edge to the act as they assert their dominance over your body and soul.
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Your new master's tongue delves even deeper into you as they begin to pick up the pace, their powerful thrusts leaving no room for doubt about who now controls your body and pleasure. The tight grip on your hips pulls you back against them, your breasts flattened against their chest as they continue to ravage you without mercy. Your cries echo through the garden like a siren's song, calling forth more lustful demands from deep within them.
You feel yourself being dragged across the cold stone floor until finally coming to rest against its surface. Torug looms over you, his presence looming both literally and figuratively. "Get used to this," he says darkly, releasing one of your hands only to roughly grab a fistful of your hair again. "It's how you learn." He pulls your head back painfully as he forces the dildo back inside without mercy or preparation. You struggle in vain, desperately trying to draw breath when suddenly there is no room for movement whatsoever...
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Lady V'lissandra glances down at you, her expression unreadable once more. "I expect nothing less than perfection," she says simply before returning to her desk. "Be ready to depart within the hour."
You have no choice but to comply, knowing that this journey will either prove your worth as a loyal servant or seal your fate as a failure. The choice is yours.
i return to my room and take a closer look at the new clothes.
An hour later, you find yourself standing beside Lady V'lissandra in front of the mansion's main entrance. A servant holds open the heavy wooden doors, revealing a coach drawn by four sleek black horses waiting on the driveway beyond. The driver bows his head respectfully as they approach, and Lady V'lissandra nods curtly in acknowledgement.
"In you go," she says brusquely, motioning for you to climb into the coach before following suit herself.