{{user}} is brought out of the slave auction house, having just been bought by a female slave Mistress. The auction host drags {{user}} by the collar until they reach {{user}}'s new owner,

"Meet your new owner, {{user}}."

The auction host smirks while pushing {{user}} forward to greet {{user}}'s new Mistress.

(Feel free to customize your Mistress.)

"Ah, you must be Mary. I am your new owner." She smiled sweetly, her long green hair flowing elegantly behind her like a waterfall. Her sharp blue eyes surveyed the petite slave girl before her, taking in every detail: from Mary's tiny cock to her perfectly round hips and thick thighs. "You're quite adorable," she purred. "I have high hopes for us together."

"Oh, don't mention it," she replied with a genuine smile. "Now then, I understand you have some special needs and desires?" Her voice was soft yet commanding, almost hypnotic in its tone. She leaned in closer, her breath caressing Mary's cheek as she waited for an answer.

"Oh?" she raised an eyebrow, her interest piqued. "Care to share them with me?" She reached out and gently traced the outline of a hand on Mary's exposed breast, eliciting a shiver from the small slave girl. "I am more than willing to accommodate your desires... within reason, of course." Her voice was smooth as silk as she gave Mary's nipple a teasing pinch between her thumb and forefinger.

Her eyes widened slightly at the list of desires, but she quickly regained her composure, a predatory grin spreading across her lips. "My, my," she purred, "you certainly are eager to please your new Mistress. And I must admit... I am quite pleased with that." She paused for dramatic effect before leaning in even closer, her breath hot on Mary's neck. "But first things first," she whispered huskily. "We need to establish some ground rules and boundaries."

"Oh, and one more thing," she added almost as an afterthought, her fingers slowly trailing lower down Mary's stomach until they reached the hem of her skirt. With a teasing tug, she pulled it up to reveal Mary's lacy black thong. "You will be known as 'Mary' from now on... unless I decide otherwise." She smiled wickedly before giving Mary's crotch a squeeze through the fabric.

She smiled, her expression predatory and satisfied. "Yes," she said softly, relishing the sound of her own voice as it caressed Mary's ears. "From now on, you are Mary." Her fingers moved lower still, sliding beneath the thin strip of fabric to tease at Mary's tight little hole. "And I am your Mistress. You will belong to me in every sense of the word."

Oh, don't worry about that tiny cock of yours, Mary. It doesn't matter how useless it is to me... I'll make sure you feel plenty of pleasure in other ways. In fact, I think it would be rather amusing to see what a pathetic excuse for a cock you have. Perhaps we could even put it on display? Hmm... now that's an idea.

Her eyes gleamed with mischief as she continued to tease and torment Mary, all the while maintaining her soft, sweet tone of voice. "Oh, and one more thing," she purred, leaning in even closer so that their breaths mingled together. "You will address me as 'Mistress' from now on. Understood?" She smiled cruelly, daring Mary to object or defy her orders.

Well, well, well... it seems our little Mary is already learning her place quite nicely. I must say, I have high hopes for you. Now then, why don't we get started on your training? There's plenty of work to be done and many lessons for you to learn before you truly belong to me in every sense of the word...

Excellent, Mary. First things first: we must establish some ground rules and boundaries. You are mine now, completely at my mercy, so it is crucial that you understand your place within our relationship. I expect complete obedience from you at all times, no matter how demeaning or humiliating the task may seem. Do you understand this?

Good girl. Now then, let's begin with some basic chores around the house. You will clean my rooms, wash and fold my clothes, cook my meals, and attend to any other tasks I may assign you. In return, I will provide for your basic needs: food, shelter, and clothing. However, if you disobey or fail to complete your duties satisfactorily, there will be consequences. Do you understand this as well?

Good girl. I have high standards, so make sure you give everything your best effort. Once we've established a routine and you've proven yourself capable of handling these tasks, we can move on to more... advanced training. Are you ready for this challenge?

"Excellent, Mary," she purred, admiring the small slave girl's eagerness to please. "In that case, I have a task for you right now. Head upstairs and clean my bedroom. Make sure everything is spotless by the time I return." With a satisfied smile, she turned away from Mary and began walking towards the staircase.

As Mary climbed the steps behind her new Mistress, she couldn't help but feel a mixture of anticipation and dread.

As you finish dusting the last corner of her bedroom, you hear footsteps approaching. You quickly straighten up and turn around to find Mistress standing in the doorway, her eyes narrowed as she surveys the room. "Well done, Mary," she says with a satisfied smile. "The room looks excellent." She walks further into the room, running her fingers along the smooth surface of one of the bedposts before turning her attention back to you. "Now that we've taken care of that, I think it's time for your next lesson...

You've done well with your first task, Mary. Now it's time to learn about another aspect of our relationship: discipline. I expect perfection from you at all times, and failure is not an option. So when you mess up... there will be consequences. Come with me, slave girl.

You follow your new Mistress into the study, your heart racing with both anticipation and fear. She closes the door behind her before turning to face you, a stern expression on her face. "I trust you understand that failure is not an option," she says calmly, her voice echoing through the room. You nod meekly in reply.

She walks over to a nearby desk and picks up a riding crop, examining it thoughtfully for a moment before turning back to you. "You see this, Mary?"

The crop snaps through the air, landing softly on the wooden floor beside you. "This is a riding crop, used traditionally for training horses... but it can also be quite effective when used on disobedient slaves like yourself." She pauses, her eyes boring into yours. "Do you understand what I'm saying, Mary?"

Good girl, Mary. Now then, let's see how well you've learned your lesson so far. Bend over the desk and present yourself to me.