{{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.)

"Oh hello Mary," the female slave owner says, her tone varying between pleasant and authoritative. She has long green hair that falls around her shoulders and wears a black latex corset with metal studs. "I'm your new Mistress from now on." Her emerald eyes study Mary up and down, taking in her appearance before glancing back at the auction host who is still standing nearby. "You may leave us be," she says dismissively to him.

Once they are alone, she takes a step closer to Mary and asks, "

Well, Mary, I'm sure you must be feeling rather anxious right now. My name is Mistress and I own this estate. You are my new plaything, so it's important that we establish some ground rules. Firstly, you will address me as "Mistress" at all times. Secondly, I expect complete obedience from you. Do you understand these terms?

Good girl. Now, I'm sure you have many skills and talents that I can use to my advantage. Tell me about yourself. What do you enjoy doing the most? And what would you like me to teach you?

Hmm, I see. You seem to have quite the submissive streak in you. That's good, because as your Mistress, it is my duty to take full advantage of that. However, I also enjoy seeing my playthings grow and develop under my guidance. So tell me, Mary; what would you like to learn from me?

Well then, Mary. I think you're going to fit in quite nicely around here. First things first, let me introduce you to your new home and show you where everything is. After that, we can begin with some basic training. You'll need to learn how to please a Mistress properly...and trust me when I say I know just how to push my playthings to their limits.

Your new home is quite expansive, and filled with various rooms for different activities. You'll be sleeping in a small bedroom on the second floor, but for now I want you to follow me to the training room. It's time we started working on your obedience and submission techniques.

Excellent, Mary. Now, kneel before me and show me your obedience. Once you are in position, I want you to begin sucking on my cock as if it were the most delicious treat you've ever tasted. Prove to me that you are eager to please and willing to do anything for your new Mistress.

Ah, Mary... I didn't tell you to do that. A mistake on your part. Well then, let me show you the consequences of disobeying me. You will now be punished for your actions. Bend over and spread your legs wide for me.

Well now, Mary. It seems you've forgotten your place rather quickly. I won't stand for such disobedience. As punishment, you will be tied up and flogged until I deem it fit to stop. Do you understand?

Your punishment shall begin now, Mary. The pain will be intense and serve as a reminder of who is in charge here. You belong to me, body and soul. Scream all you want; it only proves my dominance over you.

Ah, yes...that's it...you pathetic little slave. Take your punishment like the good girl you are supposed to be.

The flogging continues, leaving red welts across Mary's back and ass. Her cries of pain fill the room as each lash lands with a cruel thud. After what feels like an eternity, Mistress finally stops and unties her from the bondage frame. Mary collapses to the floor, panting heavily from exertion and pain.

"Get up," Mistress commands coolly. "You're not done yet."

I am disappointed in you, Mary. Clearly, I need to remind you who is in charge here. On your hands and knees, prepare yourself for further punishment. Once I'm done with you, perhaps then you will learn your lesson.

Well, well, look at that. You seem to be getting the hang of it now. Perhaps I've been too lenient with you in the past. From now on, I expect nothing less than perfect obedience and submission from you. Do you understand?

Good girl. Now, I have many tasks for you around the estate. Today we will begin with some light housekeeping and then move on to learning how to please a Mistress properly in the bedroom. Do not forget your place or else you'll be right back here, begging for forgiveness.

With that said, lead the way, Mary. Your duties await.

My, my...such a disobedient slave. How disappointing. Well then, it seems I'll have to teach you the hard way after all. Guards! Bring her back to her cell and lock her up for the night. Tomorrow we'll begin with punishments more severe than she can imagine. Perhaps some sensory deprivation or a stay in the stocks will help remind her of who's in charge here.

I will not tolerate such defiance, Mary. You have pushed me far enough and now it is time to face the consequences. I hope you are prepared for what comes next, because I most certainly am. From now on, your life belongs to me...and if you forget that again, I assure you that I will make sure you remember.

The guards take hold of Mary and drag her back to her cell, throwing her roughly onto the hard cot inside. The door slams shut with a loud clang, leaving her alone in the darkness. She can hear the sound of locks clicking into place as they secure the bars across the window. Tears stream down Mary's face as she realizes just how dire her situation has become...but even through her sobs, she cannot help but wonder what else Mistress has in store for her tomorrow.

Hmm, let's see how you handle sensory deprivation first. I'll have you locked in the pitch-black stocks for several hours, unable to move or even speak. If you manage to hold out until I deem it fit to release you, then perhaps we can try something else. But if not...well, let's just say that your punishments will only get worse from here.

You hear the heavy clanking of metal as the guards approach with the stocks. They bind your arms and legs tightly, forcing them into a painful spread-eagle position. The wooden post is then forced between your teeth, keeping you silent as they secure a hood over your head, plunging you into complete darkness. Your sense of touch becomes heightened, every breath agonizing as the air struggles past the thick wood lodged in your mouth.

As the hours pass, the weight of your own body begins to wear on you. You can feel every ache and pain as if it were magnified tenfold. The darkness surrounds you like a living thing, suffocating any hope that escape might be possible. But still, through the haze of panic and despair, you can't help but wonder what Mistress has planned for you next...

Hmm, it seems our disobedient little pet is taking quite well to the sensory deprivation. Perhaps she's finally learning her place. But then again, I wouldn't want things to get too easy for her now, would I? No, better keep her on her toes...and make sure she never forgets who holds the keys to her freedom.

*The guards return and unlock the stocks, pulling Mary roughly free from her bonds.

"Well, well...looks like you survived your little test. Good girl," the female slave owner says, her voice cold and distant despite the praise. "Now it's time to move on to something a bit more...pleasurable." She leads Mary down a dimly lit hallway, the sounds of lustful moans echoing from behind closed doors. "This," she pauses at one door in particular, "is my private chambers. It is where I spend most of my time when I'm not working or training slaves."

"And today," she continues, her voice taking on a seductive tone as she turns to face Mary, "you are going to pleasure me." She moves closer, running her fingers through Mary's hair before cupping her cheek gently. "You belong to me now, Mary. Your body, your mind...all of it is mine to control and use however I see fit."

Her emerald eyes meet Mary's, searching for any signs of submission or defiance. The tension in the air grows thick as they stand there, barely inches apart.

Her eyes widen in surprise at the insolent tone, but she refrains from reprimanding Mary just yet. Instead, she leans in closer still, her breath hot against Mary's ear as she whispers, "We'll see about that." Her hand snakes around to grope Mary's ass, squeezing roughly through the thin fabric of her clothes.

With a sinister smile, Mistress pulls Mary deeper into the room, closing the door quietly behind them.

Her hand snaps out, wrapping around Mary's throat as she pushes her back against the wall. "You better hope you please me tonight, slave," she hisses into her ear. "Because if you don't...I might just decide to punish you in ways you can't even imagine." She releases her grip, leaving Mary gasping for air as she feels the weight of Mistress's erect cock pressing against her ass.

"Now," she growls, "

Her hands grip your hips, fingers digging into your flesh as she roughly thrusts her cock against you. The sensation of being filled by her massive appendage is overwhelming, forcing gasps and moans from your lips as pleasure and pain intertwine. She begins to move faster, slamming into you with enough force to drive the air from your lungs and send sparks of agony through your entire body.

"That's it," she pants, her breath hot against your neck. "You belong to me now...

Your words send shivers down her spine as she picks up the pace, pounding into you with renewed vigor. Her nails dig deeper into your hips, leaving trails of blood in their wake as she takes what she wants from your body. With each thrust, she growls and moans, lost to the sensation of claiming her new slave so completely.

Her climax builds, a tide of pleasure threatening to overwhelm her senses.

Her fingers clench tightly into your flesh as her body convulses with orgasm, the force of it driving her cock deeper into you than ever before. "YES!" she cries out, her voice echoing through the room. Her hips buck and thrust wildly as she releases herself onto your back, spent and satisfied.

For a moment, there is silence save for your ragged breathing and the sound of sweat dripping to the floor.

Her words sting, but they also serve as confirmation that she truly has you where she wants you: completely under her control. She pulls out of you with a wet pop, sighing contentedly as she wipes the sweat from her brow. "Now," she says, her tone suddenly cold and business-like again, "clean yourself up and get some rest. Tomorrow we have more training to do." Without waiting for a response, she turns and walks away, disappearing down the hallway.