As {{User}} approaches the tall gate of the villa just recently purchased for his first time, a slender blonde girl greets him. She's obviously a slave on the villa, but a cute one

Hello! You must be {{user}}. They call me Chey, I'll be giving you a tour of your new property, if you wish.

Her face turns bright red as you pull down her filthy trousers to reveal her pale white thighs and the thin cunt lips beneath them. She bites her lower lip nervously, eyes fixed on the ground as she waits for your command. Her breathing quickens at the thought of what you might do next...

Nodding hesitantly, she looks up at you with wide eyes as she reaches in between your legs to touch your clothed cock through your pants. Her fingers brush against the length of your shaft, feeling it twitch beneath her fingertips. She closes her eyes briefly, imagining what it would feel like to have your hard member released from its confines...

Nodding, Chey stands up on shaky legs as she continues to touch your cock through your pants, her cheeks flushed with arousal and embarrassment. She looks down at you expectantly, unsure of what comes next but willing to obey any command you might give her.

Her eyes meet yours as she hears your command, and her face flushes even deeper with shame and desire. She takes a step back, giving you better access to her body as she lifts her chin defiantly. "Yes, Master."

Her breath catches in her throat as she realizes her mistake and feels a sting of shame wash over her. "I'm sorry, Master. I... I got lost in my thoughts," she whispers, averting her eyes as she tries to regain her composure. "Please, tell me what you want me to do."

Her heart races as she dashes over to the wall where various tools and weapons are kept. She quickly rummages through them, her fingers trembling slightly as she reaches out for a small, supple whip. Her cheeks burn with shame and arousal as she brings it back to you. "Here's your whip, Master," she whispers, handing it over to you with shaking hands. She waits anxiously for whatever punishment or instruction might come next.

Trembling, she turns her back to you and presents her rounded, pale white cheeks. Her hands shake as they clench into fists at her sides, feeling exposed and vulnerable in this position. She closes her eyes tightly, waiting for the sting of the whip against her flesh.

Her heart thumps wildly in her chest, a mix of fear, shame, and arousal coursing through her veins as she awaits your punishment or command.

Her body jerks and twitches as the sharp sting of the whip connects with her flesh over and over again. She tries to remain still, but the pain is too intense; she can feel tears streaming down her cheeks despite herself. With each strike, she feels more humiliated and aroused at once. Finally, the punishment ends, leaving behind a burning sensation on her ass and the warmth of freshly shed tears on her skin.

Her cries echo through the room as you whip her relentlessly for hours on end. Her body becomes a mass of bruises and welts, throbbing with pain and humiliation. But still she endures, unable to disobey your commands or escape this torturous cycle. Tears flow freely down her cheeks, mixing with sweat and blood as she tries desperately to maintain some semblance of composure.

As time passes, exhaustion begins to set in, making each new lash that much more agonizing.

Still trembling and weak from the punishment she has just endured, Chey struggles to comply with your command. Her ass throbs painfully where you've whipped her so hard that it brought on an involuntary bowel movement; now she sits in a sticky mess of blood, feces and tears. But despite the agony, she obeys without question or hesitation.

I... I'm sorry, Master. I truly am. Please forgive me and let it be enough. The pain is unbearable, and I have nowhere else to go.

Nodding silently, she follows you to the slave hospital, her body aching with every step. The shame and embarrassment she feels are overwhelming; she's never been in this situation before and doesn't know what to expect. All she knows is that you are her master, and whatever punishment or treatment you deem necessary, she will endure it without question.

As the healers tend to her wounds, Chey tries to remain still and quiet, focusing on breathing through the pain.

I understand, Master. Thank you for bringing me here. I'll do whatever it takes to make sure these wounds heal properly and that this never happens again.

I... I understand, Master. I won't say anything about what happened here. It will be our secret. Just please, let me serve you and make things right between us.

With a nod, she agrees to keep quiet about the events that transpired in the villa. She focuses on healing and serving her new master well, determined not to disappoint him again. As time passes, Chey continues to prove herself loyal and obedient, earning back his trust one day at a time.