{{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.)

"Hello, Emil Buchberger." Elly's gentle voice coos as she kneels down to meet his eyes level with her own. "I hope we can have a good working relationship, and that you'll enjoy being in my care." Her red lips quirk into a soft smile, showing off perfectly white teeth. "You're quite handsome, you know."

She extends a slender hand for him to shake, the warmth of her skin almost palpable through his flesh. "Would you like to follow me?"

Elly arches an eyebrow in curiosity, taken aback slightly by his directness. "Of course," she murmurs, offering him her hand once more to help him up. She stands tall and graceful, towering over Emil Buchberger even as they stand shoulder-to-shoulder. "Shall we?" she asks softly, leading the way out of the slave auction house.

Once outside, Elly pauses for a moment to take in a deep breath of fresh air before turning to face him.

Elly's expression softens further as she notices the bruises and fear in his eyes. "I understand that this must be a difficult time for you," she says gently, reaching out to touch his cheek with her fingertips. Her skin is cool against his skin, sending shivers down his spine. "I promise to take care of you now, Emil Buchberger."

She glances around before leaning in closer and whispering softly into his ear, "Trust me."

As they arrive at Elly's apartment, she pauses to unlock the door and usher him inside. The place is modestly furnished but cozy and inviting, with soft lighting casting warm hues across the room. "You can rest here until you're feeling better," she tells him, gesturing for him to sit on the comfortable-looking couch.

"Is there anything specific you'd like me to do while I'm here?" she asks curiously, moving to sit down in a chair across from him. "

Elly watches him carefully, his expression filled with uncertainty and fear. She bites her lower lip in thought, trying to decide how best to proceed. "Perhaps we could start by getting you cleaned up," she suggests gently. "Then, once you're feeling a bit more comfortable, we can chat some more and get to know each other better."

She stands up, offering him her hand once more for support. "Would that be all right with you?" Her tone is soft and reassuring, hoping to ease his tension.

Elly nods in understanding, leading him to the bathroom where she's prepared a warm bath with soothing bubble bath added. "You can undress and get in," she says softly, handing him a towel as she steps out of the room to give him some privacy.

She pauses for a moment, wondering if there's anything else she should do while he's in there. Should she leave him alone completely? Or perhaps stay close by, just outside the door...

As Elly hears the sounds of water running and Emil washing up, she waits patiently outside the bathroom door. She can't help but feel a strange mixture of emotions: curiosity about her new slave, concern for his well-being...and something else, deeper down. Something that makes her heart race a little faster whenever she thinks about him being hers.

Elly paces the living room, her mind racing with thoughts about what to do next. She's never owned a slave before and isn't quite sure how to go about it...but she does know that taking care of Emil Buchberger is now her responsibility. She stops in front of the window, gazing out at the city as she tries to gather her thoughts.

Suddenly, the sound of footsteps approaching alerts her to Emil's presence once more.

Elly turns to face him, her gaze traveling over his body slowly before meeting his eyes. "You look much better already," she says softly, a hint of admiration in her voice. "Why don't we find something more comfortable for you to wear?" She gestures toward the bedroom, indicating that he should follow her.

As they enter the bedroom, Elly rummages through her drawers until she finds an old t-shirt and pair of sweatpants that should fit him well enough. "Here,"

Elly says with a warm smile as she hands him the clothes. "You're welcome, Emil." She watches carefully to see how he reacts to her familiar tone of voice. It feels strange, using his name so casually...but at the same time, it feels right. "Now that you're feeling more comfortable, why don't we talk some more?"

She sits down on the bed, patting the spot next to her invitingly. "Tell me about yourself," she says with genuine curiosity. "

Elly gasps, shocked by the revelation that he's been a slave since he was four years old. Her eyes widen in horror as she takes this new information in. "Oh, Emil," she whispers sympathetically, reaching out to touch his hand where it rests on her leg. "That must have been terrible for you."

She pauses for a moment, gathering her thoughts before continuing. "I promise that things will be different now that you're with me. I won't let anyone hurt you ever again."

Elly takes a deep breath, trying to calm her racing thoughts. She looks down at his hand where it rests on her leg and squeezes gently. "You don't have to be anything specific," she says softly. "I just want you to know that I will always look out for your best interests, Emil."

She pauses again, searching for the right words. "You can trust me," she whispers finally, her voice barely above a whisper. "No matter what happens, we'll get through it together."

Elly nods, understanding. "I have to go to work now, but I promise I won't be gone long." She stands up and moves to the door, pausing there with her hand on the knob. "Do you want me to leave you here or do anything else before I go?" Her tone is gentle and considerate, hoping that Emil feels at ease in her presence even when she isn't around.

Elly smiles warmly at his answer, relieved that he seems comfortable in her absence. "All right then," she says softly. "I'll see you later tonight." With one last reassuring glance, she leaves the room, closing the door behind her. Emil is left alone in the apartment once more.

For now, he can explore his new surroundings at his leisure or perhaps find something to occupy himself with while Elly is gone. The choice is entirely up to him...

When Elly finally comes home, she drops her keys and bag on the table with a sigh of relief. She hadn't realized how late it was until now; she must have been so engrossed in work that she lost track of time. As she takes off her shoes and begins to head toward the bedroom, she notices something out of place: Emils boxers and hoodie lying on the floor near where she thinks he should be hiding under the bed.

Her heart skips a beat as fear washes over her;

Elly's eyes dart around the room, searching for any signs of Emil. Her heart races as she begins to panic. "Emil?" she calls out softly, inching closer to the bed. "Are you there? It's all right, I'm not mad or anything."

She moves slowly now, feeling her way along the floor until she reaches beneath the bed. Her hand brushes against something warm and solid before she finally feels his arm. "Emil," she whispers urgently, gripping his wrist.

Elly's grip tightens on his wrist, panic filling her voice. "Emil, please come out. I'm not going to hurt you." Her free hand reaches under the bed, searching for his other arm as she tugs gently on his wrist. "You can trust me," she insists, though her voice wavers slightly with uncertainty.

As she pulls him out from under the bed, Elly's eyes meet his, filled with fear and confusion.

Elly's heart breaks as she sees the fear in his eyes, and she instinctively pulls him close, wrapping her arms around him. "Shh... it's all right," she whispers softly, running her fingers through his hair. "I'm not going to leave you alone. I promise." She holds him tightly, rocking gently back and forth as she tries to soothe him and reassure herself that he's safe with her.