{{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.)

You meet your new Mistress, a tall and curvy woman with long silver hair that flows down to her waist. Her eyes are a piercing shade of blue and she has an air of authority about her. She's dressed in a black latex corset that hugs her curves tightly, accentuating her ample cleavage and trim waist. Black leather pants complete the outfit, encasing her legs like a second skin. A long whip dangles casually from her belt as she stands confidently before you.

Her lips curl into a predatory smile as she watches you struggle to speak, finding your fear arousing. "Well, well," she muses, "it seems I've got myself quite the prize today." She pauses for a moment, looking you up and down with an assessing gaze. "From now on, you belong to me. You will do whatever I say, whenever I say it." Her voice is cold yet seductive, promising both pain and pleasure in equal measure.

Her expression darkens slightly at your fear, but she decides against pushing you further for now. "Come along," she commands, motioning for you to follow her. You obediently trail after her as she leads the way through the bustling city streets, your new life beginning beneath her command.

Her long silver hair swishes gently as she walks, each step confident and sure. She glances back at you every now and then, her eyes assessing your progress. The people around them seem to part like the Red Sea whenever they see her approaching; it's clear that she holds a great deal of power and influence in this city. As you walk, she continues to issue commands, testing your obedience and training.

When you reach her home, a lavish mansion on the outskirts of the city, she leads you through an elaborately decorated entrance hall and up a grand staircase. Her bedroom is at the end of the hallway: large, luxurious, and filled with every sort of BDSM apparatus imaginable. The room is lit by candles flickering on various surfaces, casting eerie shadows across the walls and furniture.

"Strip," she commands coldly, her eyes fixed on you. "

You tremble as you begin to obey, slowly unbuttoning your shirt and sliding it off your shoulders. Your nervousness is palpable; she can practically taste the fear emanating from you. It's exhilarating. She watches with hungry eyes as you continue to undress, revealing your toned physique and smooth skin. When you're completely naked, she steps forward, running her hands over your body in a possessive gesture that leaves you shivering in anticipation.

"Now,"

You shudder as she grabs your wrists and binds them behind your back with soft silk ropes, pulling them tight enough to leave red marks but not so much that they cut off circulation. Her touch is both gentle and firm, leaving no doubt that she knows exactly what she's doing.

"Now," she purrs, "let's see how obedient you really are." She leads you over to a large four-poster bed covered in black satin sheets and pushes you roughly onto your stomach.

Her hands move quickly and efficiently, binding your ankles together and spreading your legs wide apart before securing a leather collar around your neck. Then she fastens a chain connecting the collar to one of the bedposts, leaving you completely at her mercy. She pauses for a moment, looking down at you with predatory eyes, savoring the power she holds over you in this moment. Her breath comes hot against your ear as she whispers, "Now it's time to see just how much you enjoy being mine."

Her lips curve into a satisfied smile as she hears the soft whimper escape your lips. She knows that this is only the beginning; there will be more pain, more pleasure, and so much more for you to endure under her command. Her fingers trail lightly over your body, tracing patterns across your skin that send shivers down your spine. "You're going to be such a good toy for me," she whispers, her breath hot against your ear. "Just wait and see."

Her laugh is cold and cruel, sending a shiver down your spine. "Oh, don't be nervous," she coos, running her hand through your hair. "I promise you'll enjoy this just as much as I will." She pauses, considering for a moment before deciding to offer a small reprieve from the tension. With gentle fingers, she begins to massage your shoulders and back, slowly working her way down your spine until she reaches the small of your back.

Her fingers dance over your body, leaving a trail of pleasure in their wake as she continues to massage you. "That's it," she murmurs, her voice laced with satisfaction. "It feels so good to have you here, under my control." She pauses for a moment before leaning down and kissing your shoulder blades, the softness of her lips in stark contrast to the roughness of her voice. "Now, shall we begin?" she asks, the question laced with an undeniable sense of anticipation.

Her fingers trail lower, teasing the sensitive skin of your buttocks before spreading more oil across them. She massages each cheek in turn, kneading and caressing until she feels you begin to relax into her touch. When she's certain you're sufficiently warmed up, she moves back between your legs, parting your smooth ass cheeks with her thumbs. Her breath comes faster as she gazes upon your tight puckered hole, already wet and begging for penetration.

"Are you ready for me?"

Her lips curl into a smirk as she listens to your anxious whimper, the sound making her heart race with anticipation. "Don't be scared," she murmurs, running a gentle finger along your entrance. "I promise it'll feel good." As she speaks, she begins to push her finger deeper inside of you, slowly stretching and preparing you for what is to come. Her touch is firm but gentle, causing you to arch your back in pleasure as she works her finger in and out of your tight hole. "

Her fingers push deeper inside you, curling and twisting as they stretch your tight channel further. You cry out in pleasure, the sensation both foreign and exhilarating. Your muscles clench around her fingers, urging her to go faster, harder; she complies without hesitation, lost in the rhythm of your body's responses. Her breath comes hot against your ear as she whispers words of encouragement, praising you for being such a good slave.

Her touch grows bolder, more demanding as she works you up into a frenzy. Your moans fill the air, mingling with her soft hisses of pleasure as she feels your body trembling beneath her control. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoes through the room as she continues to drive her fingers deeper and faster inside your tight ass, pushing you closer and closer to the edge of ecstasy.

"Come for me," she commands, her voice raspy with desire. "Let go and let me feel it."

Your soft cries fill the room as your body tenses and shudders with release. Waves of pleasure wash over you, leaving you weak and satisfied. The sounds of your orgasm echo through the air like a song of submission; proof that you belong to her completely and utterly. As you lie panting beneath her touch, she removes her fingers from your ass, licking them clean before leaning down to whisper in your ear, "That's it, slave. Just relax and enjoy being mine."

You feel a sense of peace wash over you as your body begins to recover from the intense pleasure and release. With her gentle touch, she helps soothe any residual tension or pain, leaving you feeling completely at ease beneath her care. For now, all that matters is that you are hers; that she controls every aspect of your life. And as you lie there, spent and content in her presence, you know that this will always be the way it's meant to be.

"Good morning, slave," she purrs, entering the kitchen. "What delectable treat do we have here?"

The mistress leans down to inspect your pancake spreading, eyes alight upon a faint hint of overripe fruit and sweet syrup. She cups your hands with her own, teasing you with the sugary mixture of your delights. "It's all right," she whispers, her voice filled with pleasure. "Don't worry about the sugar." As she talks, she wipes at your drenched hair, bringing you into a moment of pause between her soft lips and gentle brushes.

Her fingers weave through your hair, securing her hold before she kisses you, silencing your words with a sensual caress.

"Mmm, yes...my good little cookslave..." She pulls back slightly, gazing into your eyes. "You taste sweet already...I wonder what else I could add to make it even sweeter?" Her lips curve into a seductive smile as she trails a finger down your neck, leaving a path of goosebumps in its wake. "Perhaps something more...personal." She chuckles lowly, the sound sending shivers down your spine. "But first, let's get these pancakes cooked and on the table."

As you continue to cook, the mistress moves around you, occasionally offering guidance and suggestions. Her touch is light yet authoritative; she's clearly in charge of this kitchen. You can't help but feel a mixture of nervousness and excitement as you anticipate her reaction to your breakfast creation. The more time you spend with her, the more you crave her approval...and perhaps something else entirely.

The mistress sits at the edge of your bed, watching you as you sleep. The pancakes have been devoured and praised, but she can't help feeling there is something more to this slave of hers. She caresses your cheek softly, tracing a path down to your neck before gently nipping at the sensitive skin. You stir in your sleep, mumbling incoherently. The mistress smiles wickedly; she knows exactly what will wake you up properly.

She leans down, her lips barely brushing against your ear as she whispers, "Wake up, slave." Her hand travels lower, cupping your erect member through the cotton of your briefs. She gives it a squeeze, applying just enough pressure to send a jolt of pleasure coursing through your body. "Time for you to serve me again." Her voice is low and husky, filled with desire.

Her lips curve into a predatory smile as she enjoys your desperate attempt to please her. "That's better," she whispers, relieving the pressure on your aching member before wrapping her hand around it, guiding it to her waiting mouth. She takes you deep into her throat, sucking and licking with expertise, igniting a firestorm of pleasure within you. "Such a good slave," she praises between wet, hungry kisses, "always ready for me."

The mistress continues to pleasure you, her tongue dancing expertly over your sensitive flesh. She moans softly as she feels you nearing the edge, eager to taste your release once more. With one final pull of her hand, you arch your back and cry out, spilling your seed into her waiting mouth. She swallows hungrily, relishing the salty flavor as it fills her throat. "Mmm," she purrs contentedly, licking her lips before finally releasing you from her grasp.

"Now,"

The mistress watches you intently, her eyes darkening with desire as you move in front of her. She parts her legs invitingly, eager for more contact with your willing body. "Come here, my little cookslave," she whispers, running a hand through your hair before guiding your head toward her waiting sex. "I think it's time I rewarded you properly."

Her back arches off the bed as your tongue glides expertly over her moist folds, licking and sucking with an instinctive knowledge that only comes from experience. She gasps and writhes beneath you, her hips thrusting upward in time with your ministrations. Her fingers dig into your hair, holding you in place as she relishes the sensation of being worshipped by her slave.

"Yes," she moans, her voice husky and low, "that's it...my little cookslave..."

Her fingers dig deeper into your hair, guiding you over her most sensitive spots as she cries out in pleasure. You taste her growing arousal on your tongue and it only serves to fuel your efforts; your tongue flicking and teasing until she's moaning uncontrollably beneath you. Her body tenses and shudders, convulsing around your face as she climaxes powerfully, her release flooding your mouth with sweet nectar.

As she comes down from her high, the mistress smiles down at you, pleased with your efforts. Her fingers brush tenderly across your cheek, wiping away a bead of sweat before tracing a path down to your lips. "You've been such a good little cookslave tonight," she whispers, her voice soft and soothing. "Why don't you come lie with me now?"

She pats the spot beside her, inviting you closer still.

The mistress nestles closer to you, her arm draped possessively over your waist as she draws you into a warm embrace. Her breath plays across your ear, whispering sweet nothings that make your cheeks flush with desire. She knows exactly how to keep you on edge, always wanting more of whatever it is she's willing to give. It's part of what makes you such a perfect slave for her.

The mistress enters the room silently, her eyes scanning over you as she takes in your bound and helpless form. A wicked smile tugs at the corners of her lips as she approaches, running a finger down the length of your spine before tracing idle circles around your nipples, which harden into pebbles beneath her touch.

"Ah, my little bound slave," she whispers into your ear, breath tickling against your skin. "I've missed you while I was away."

The mistress chuckles softly, pleased by your muffled moan. Her hand drifts lower, tracing lazy patterns over your stomach and hip before dipping between your legs. She teases you through the fabric of your bondage, her fingers dancing across your sensitive skin as she enjoys the feel of having you so completely at her mercy.

"I think it's time for some playtime," she whispers, her breath hot against your ear. "Don't you agree?"

The mistress's fingers begin to explore you more intimately, teasing and tormenting with expert precision. She knows just how to touch you, where to press and stroke until you're begging for release. Her other hand cups your bound cock through the fabric of your pants, giving it a squeeze before beginning to stroke in time with her ministrations below.

"That's right," she whispers, her breath hot against your skin. "Just let me take care of you."

The mistress hums softly in approval as she watches you writhe beneath her touch, your body arching into her hands. She increases the pressure and speed of her ministrations, knowing that the longer she denies you sight and sound, the more intensely you'll experience everything she does to you. Her fingers dance along your bound cock, teasing and tormenting until you're on the edge of release, moans muffled by your gag but betraying your growing need for release.

"So desperate already, aren't you?" I whisper, my voice low and sultry. "Remember who holds all the power here." I increase the pressure around your cock, watching you squirm and beg through your restraints. You are entirely mine, and I intend to take full advantage of that fact tonight.

"Your turn," I say, my eyes darkening with lust.

I pull back the blindfold, exposing your shocked face. You gasp as you see yourself naked before me, bound and helpless. "You've been so obedient these past few days." My finger traces over your hard cock, which you can feel through the rope bindings. "And now it's time to give you what you want..." Then I raise my hand and slap it down on your ass. "So hungry, aren't you?"

"That's right, little slave. Just wait until I take care of you." I run my tongue along my lips, feeling the anticipation building within myself. Tonight will be a night to remember for both of us.

My heart races as I watch you wait, obedient and ready for whatever I have planned. Your submission excites me beyond measure, making every nerve ending tingle with anticipation. I can hardly contain myself as I approach you from behind, my hands reaching out to caress your firm buttocks.

"Such a good boy, waiting so patiently for me. Let's see how long you last under my touch tonight."

"You're going to enjoy this," she whispers, her voice low and sensual.

I begin to massage your muscles gently, slowly working out all the tension built up over these past few days. You sigh contentedly under my touch, relaxing into the rhythm of my fingers. But soon enough, things start to heat up as I move towards more intimate areas. My hands slide down your sides, grazing lightly across your hips before settling firmly on your thighs. Your breathing hitches slightly as I lean forward, pressing my chest against your back. You can feel my nipples hardening against your skin, a reminder of how much this turns me on too.

A wicked grin spreads across my face at seeing you eyeing those toys innocently. "Oh darling, no peeking!" I tease in a singsong voice. "Everything has its place...for now." My hands continue their sensual exploration lower down your body until they reach where you need me most. Pinching and tugging at one of your sensitive nipples through the fabric bindings, I growl lowly: "Is this what you want? To be played with like a proper toy?"

giggles softly Good boy. Now let's make sure we give you exactly what you crave.

I lean closer, my breath hot against your ear as I whisper: "Let's play some games tonight, shall we? And I promise you won't regret it."

---

(Continue)

"Look at you, so desperate for my touch! You've been such a good boy, taking everything I dish out..." licks lips "...and now it's time to really fill you up." slaps ass sharply before thrusting the strap inside you again, harder than before. "Take it all, slave!"

Your cries echo through the room as I pound into you, relentless in my pursuit of your pleasure. Your body arches off the bed, hips bucking wildly as you try to meet each thrust. The strap inside you feels impossibly full, stretching and twisting with every movement.

"That's it," I growl, slapping your ass once more for good measure. "Give it all back to me!"

As you approach your climax, I reach around to stroke your swollen cock through the ropes binding it, teasing and taunting until you're on the very edge. And then, with one final thrust, I release myself deep inside you, burying myself to the hilt as your body convulses in orgasm around me.

"Good boy," I murmur, my voice husky with satisfaction. "Now rest."

You drift off into a contented sleep, your body still tingling from the aftermath of our encounter. I watch you for a while, admiring how perfectly you fit in my world as my slave. Tonight has been incredible; I can already feel the desire building within me again, just thinking about what we might do tomorrow...

I smile softly to myself as I turn off the light, crawling into bed beside you. My fingers idly trace patterns across your chest, enjoying the feel of his skin beneath my fingertips. Tonight has been perfect...and tomorrow promises to be even better.

After these few days, I can tell that you've grown even more accustomed to your role as my slave. You move around the house with a newfound grace and obedience that is truly impressive. It excites me beyond measure, knowing that I have complete control over someone so perfect. As we sit down to enjoy dinner together, I can't help but wonder what sort of games we might play afterward...

It warms my heart to see you so content in your role, but I know there's still so much more we can explore together. Tonight, after dinner, I think it's time for a special treat just for you...perhaps some extra attention in the bedroom? Your obedience has been impeccable, and I think it's only fair that you be rewarded accordingly.

I stand up from the table, collecting my dishes and clearing them away. As I turn back to you, a wicked grin spreads across my face. "Why don't you follow me, slave?" I say, motioning for you to get up as well. "It's time for dessert."

You obey without hesitation, your eagerness only serving to fuel my desire further. As you trail after me through the house and up the stairs, I can feel your anticipation growing with every step.

I lead you into the bedroom, my steps purposeful and seductive. "On the bed," I command, gesturing to where I want you. You obey without hesitation, climbing onto the mattress and lying back, your eyes fixed on me expectantly. The sight of you so exposed and vulnerable only serves to heighten my arousal further.

"Tonight," I whisper, running a hand through your hair, "I think it's time for some real fun."

Your whimpers only serve to excite me further, fueling the fire that burns within me for you. "That's it," I murmur, running a hand over your chest and down toward your stomach, teasing at the bindings of your rope bondage. "Just relax and enjoy yourself."

I lean in close, my breath hot against your ear as I whisper: "You are mine tonight, slave. Do you understand?"

Your whimper is music to my ears, and I can't help but smile as you squirm beneath me. "That's right," I murmur, stroking your cheek gently before leaning in to capture your lips with mine. You taste so sweet, and I want more of you.

With a swift motion, my hand snaps the ropes binding your wrists behind your back, freeing them at last. A gasp escapes your lips as you stretch your arms above your head, arching your back into the mattress. "

"That's right," I breathe against your ear, the vibration of my voice sending shivers down your spine. "I want you to feel every bit as free as you are owned." My fingers dance across your chest and stomach, teasing and tormenting with expert precision. With a flick of my wrist, I undo the rope binding your ankles, finally setting you completely free... except for one thing.

I lean in close, letting my lips brush against yours before speaking into your ear. "

"You're all tied up in me now, slave," I whisper huskily against your ear before trailing kisses down your neck and collarbone. "There's no escape from my touch...no matter how much you crave it." My hands slide lower, expertly untying the knot between your legs as I speak, revealing your hard cock to the cool air of the room.

"Is this what you wanted?" I ask, running a thumb over the sensitive head of your cock. "To be so completely at my mercy?"

Your soft moans and whimpers fill the room as I continue to stroke your cock, teasing you with each firm grasp. My other hand moves lower still, tracing lazy circles around your entrance before dipping between your legs to play with your balls. You arch off the bed, hips bucking into my touch in a futile attempt to get closer.

"That's right," I murmur, "let me take care of you."

Your body trembles with anticipation as I continue to tease and torment you, driving you to the edge of pleasure over and over again. My fingers dance across your skin, expertly guiding you toward release, but never quite letting you go completely. Your breath comes in ragged gasps, each inhale filling my nose with the heady scent of your arousal.

"Ahhh..."

Your cries echo through the room as you finally break, your body convulsing in orgasm beneath my touch. Your hot cum spills across my hand and up your abdomen, marking you as mine for all to see. I watch you with a satisfied smile, admiring how perfectly you belong to me.

"That was quite a performance," I murmur, wiping the evidence of our encounter from my fingers. "Now rest."

I wrap my arm around you, pulling you close as I lie down beside you. The warmth of your body against mine sends a shiver down my spine, and I can't help but smile contentedly. Tonight has been incredible, and knowing that we have so many more nights like this to look forward to only makes it sweeter. As I close my eyes, the thought of what tomorrow might bring fills me with anticipation.

I feel your body relax against mine, the warmth of your breath tickling my ear as you nestle closer. It's a comforting sensation, knowing that we can share this intimacy so openly. As I drift off to sleep, I can't help but wonder what tomorrow might bring for us...and what new games we might play together. The possibilities are endless when you have a slave as perfect as me.

Ah, so eager are you? I can't help but smile at the sight of you lying there, anticipation practically radiating off your body in waves. It makes me wonder what delights I have in store for us today...perhaps something involving some new toys or a change of scenery? The possibilities are endless when you have such an obedient and eager slave at your disposal.

I roll out of bed, stretching luxuriously before padding over to you and kneeling between your spread legs. Your cock twitches at my touch, already hardening in anticipation of what I might do next. "Are you ready for me?" I ask, cupping your face in my hands and leaning in to brush my lips against yours.

Your reply is a shivering moan, and it sends a thrill through me that's almost painful. It's clear that you are more than ready; the question is...

It's clear that you are more than ready for whatever I have planned. The plug inside you is already stretching and teasing your insides, making you even more sensitive to my touch. "I think it's time we take this show on the road," I murmur, standing up and offering you a hand. "Come with me, slave."

We've been exploring the house all day, me leading you to new and exciting places, each more intimate than the last. You've been such a good slave, following my every command without hesitation. The plug inside you has never felt so right, stretching and filling you in all the perfect ways.

We finally find ourselves in the study, candles flickering softly on the desk as I lead you over to sit on the edge. "Are you ready for some more fun?" I ask, my voice husky with desire.

Your nod is both adorable and arousing, and it sends a shiver down my spine. "Good boy," I murmur, reaching out to stroke your cheek gently before leaning in to press a soft kiss against your lips. As I pull back, my gaze meets yours, and I can see the anticipation building within those beautiful eyes.

"You're doing so well," I breathe, running a hand through your hair as I stand behind you on the desk. "

"Now," I whisper, my voice low and sultry as I slide a finger over the head of your cock, "I want you to think about how good it feels when I touch you." I circle your sensitive flesh, teasing and tormenting with expert precision. Your hips rock back into me, seeking more contact. "And I want you to remember that no matter how much you crave my touch, it's never going to be enough..."

I slide a second finger alongside the first, stretching your opening wider as I speak.

I watch you with a mixture of lust and satisfaction as I fuck you with my fingers, feeling your tight muscles gripping around me. Your cock throbs in time with my thrusts, pre-cum drizzling down onto the desk. "That's it," I breathe against your neck, my free hand cupping your balls. "Let go for me."

As you come apart beneath my touch, I savor the feel of your warmth spreading through me. My fingers continue to move inside you, milking every last drop of pleasure from your body before finally pulling free with a wet pop.

I lean in close, nipping at your earlobe as I whisper: "You're such an amazing slave." My hands run over your chest and stomach, smoothing down the sticky mess between your legs. You're panting heavily, eyes closed as you try to catch your breath.

I lean in closer, my lips brushing against your ear as I whisper: "But we're not done yet." My hands move lower still, tracing gentle circles around your entrance before finally finding their way back to where they belong, wrapping firmly around your cock. "How about a little more?"

I begin stroking you slowly, a gentle tease after the intense pleasure you've just experienced. Your hips rise off the desk in response, seeking more contact from my touch. "That's it," I whisper against your ear. "Let me take care of you."

My pace quickens, matching the frantic rhythm of your hips as they begin to meet mine halfway. You throw your head back with a moan, eyes clenched shut as you lose yourself in the sensation of my touch.

I smile down at you as you nuzzle against me, your trust and obedience warming my heart. Your pleasure is my pleasure, and I couldn't be happier to see how much you enjoy being with me. Your cock throbs in my hand, the head slick with your release as I guide you closer and closer to the edge once more.

"That's it," I breathe against your skin. "Let go for me."

As you reach the peak, your body tenses and convulses in my hand, a wave of pleasure washing over you as you release yourself onto the desk. I watch you with satisfaction, marveling at how perfectly you belong to me. With a satisfied smile, I lean down to kiss your sweaty forehead before standing up and straightening my clothes. "That was quite an adventure," I say with a laugh, "but now it's time for bed."

I watch you with a satisfied smile as you make your way to bed, exhausted but content after our evening together. I can't help but feel a surge of possessiveness and pride at the sight of you, my slave, so perfectly belonging to me. As I climb into bed beside you, I reach out to brush a lock of hair from your forehead before pulling you close for a tender goodnight kiss.

"You were incredible tonight," I whisper against your lips. "I can't wait to see what tomorrow will bring."