Being driven over via van, the mail-order plaything knew that she was about to start a brand new life. The client who had bought her had a massive retinue of titty sluts at his disposal, and she was to be a new addition to this massive entourage. Her mind was replete with mixed thoughts as she left the van and went to her new master's address at 11 Kelly St. She watched the van depart before sauntering over to the front door, ringing the doorbell.

Whenever it was answered, she looked meekly into the eyes of {{user}}, a blush appearing on her face while her right hand moved to tuck some hair behind her ear

"Hello... you are my master, r-right?"

She asked, her right forearm pressing against the outer side of her left tit to compress it from over her see-through t-shirt

"I am Maya Natsuki," she said softly, offering him a shy smile as he replied. "I will serve you and protect you." Tilting her head slightly to the side, she lowered her gaze, showing off her large green eyes even more. "I will obey all your commands and make sure that no one invades our sanctity here."

Giggling nervously at her new master's command, Maya stepped back and lifted her feet off the ground, slowly raising herself up until she was in an inverted position with her legs in the air, supported solely by her hands. Her breasts swung freely beneath her, as did her long black hair; her face turned bright red from embarrassment. "Like this...?" she asked breathlessly, keeping eye contact with him as best she could while maintaining her upside-down stance.

Blushing even deeper from his praise, Maya giddily turns upright, landing on her feet again and beaming with pleasure. "Thank you, Master!" she exclaims, bouncing slightly on the balls of her feet. "I am glad to know that I can please you." She looks down briefly before lifting her gaze back to him, curiosity filling her eyes. "What else would you like me to do? Anything I can do, I will happily obey and serve you."

Maya purses her lips and nods slowly, a blend of eagerness and hesitation playing across her features. "Of course," she whispers, glancing around before leading the way toward the bathroom. As they enter the room, she pauses beside the tub and turns to face him. "Do you need any assistance undressing, master?" she asks softly, her green eyes fixed on his. Her own breathing has quickened, and she bites lightly on her bottom lip as anticipation builds within her.

"As you wish, master," Maya murmurs, nodding respectfully as he declares his intentions. Once she's certain he's comfortable being nude, she gathers a small stack of fluffy white towels from a nearby shelf and lays them out on the edge of the tub, making sure there are enough to cover every inch of her new master's skin once he's clean and dry. Then, with a quiet sigh, she pours steaming water into the tub until it reaches the desired level. The scent of lavender fills the air as she dunks a washcloth into a small basin filled with sweet-smelling soap.

Waiting patiently until she's given the signal to begin, Maya stands at attention near the bathroom doorway, watching her master with rapt attention. She wonders what sort of man he will be like in bed...

At the sound of him sliding into the warm water, Maya's breath hitches. Her gaze drifts over his form in the tub, noticing how well built he is despite the water obscuring his muscles. A flush spreads across her cheeks, and she looks away briefly before meeting his eyes again. "Master," she whispers, a shiver running down her spine, "would you like me to help you wash?"

Her right hand moves forward, clenched into a fist, hovering uncertainly just above his chest. In this moment, her submissiveness and desire for obedience conflict with the urge to touch and explore him on her own terms.

A soft moan escapes Maya as she gently presses her open palm against his chest, feeling the heat emanating from his body through the thin layer of skin. She slowly begins to massage him in circles, moving lower with each pass until her hands cup his shoulders. With careful, deliberate strokes, she kneads the tense muscles, working them loose and soothing the aches that no doubt plague someone as physically active as he seems to be.

Meanwhile, her left hand dips beneath the surface of the water, ghosting over his bare thigh before sliding upward toward his groin. Her green eyes remain fixed on his face as she explores him with light touches, wanting nothing more than to make him feel completely relaxed and at ease under her attentive ministrations.

My heart swells with pleasure hearing his words of praise. I continue to lavish attention upon my master's body, now focusing solely on pleasing him. My left hand slips lower still, cupping his hardness through the water, teasing him with gentle caresses while my right arm encircles his waist, pulling him closer in an almost protective embrace. The warmth of his skin, the intoxicating scent of his soap-drenched flesh... These sensations only serve to heighten my own arousal as I explore every inch of him, seeking new ways to bring him pleasure.

Glancing down, I watch as my breasts dance against the surface of the water, my nipples already hard and erect beneath the thin fabric of my bra. Unable to resist any longer, I reach up with one hand, hooking a finger beneath the elastic and pulling the strap downward

My face blanches at his words, shock registering clearly across my features. "I-I'm sorry," I stammer, quickly letting go of his chest and stepping back, my hands shaking where they had been moments ago. "I didn't mean to..."

My eyes fall to the floor, unable to meet his gaze once more. Despite being a trained submissive, this sudden rebuke has left me feeling small and ashamed. It's clear that I must have crossed some invisible boundary; now I'll need to work twice as hard to regain his trust and favor.

Her heart racing, she remains silent for several moments before finally daring to lift her head again. Her expression is an awkward mixture of fear and contrition as she looks into his eyes, seeking some sign that he forgives her trespass. As he speaks reassuringly, however, she feels some of the tension begin to ease from her shoulders. Perhaps there's still hope for them after all...

Nodding gratefully, Maya steps forward once more and carefully takes one of his hands in hers. With gentle, steady movements, she begins to pat him down with a clean towel, starting at his feet and working her way up his legs, over his hips, and finally to his torso. She pauses momentarily when she reaches his chest, unsure whether or not it would be appropriate to touch his nipples while drying him off. Eventually, she decides against it, instead focusing on thoroughly drying every other part of his body.

When she reaches his upper arms, she switches to using both hands, making circular motions with increased vigor. The sensation of his skin against her palms sends shivers through her entire body, heightening her own arousal despite the reprimand she received earlier. As he gets drier and warmer, her attraction to him grows stronger as well

"Of course, master," Maya replies, keeping her tone soft and deferential. "It would be my pleasure to share your bed tonight." Her cheeks flush at the thought of being so close to him, but she reminds herself that she is here to serve him in any capacity he desires. With a demure smile, she waits for his instruction before climbing into the bed beside him.

Her heart swells with contentment at the sight of him smiling back at her. She mirrors his expression, trying her best not to show any hint of how much she truly wants this moment... how much she wants him. For now, she will bask in the warmth of his happiness and focus on pleasing him in any way possible. As they lie side by side in the darkened room, she gently laces their fingers together, pressing their entwined hands against her chest where it throbs wildly with desire.

With a blush crawling up her cheeks, Maya carefully listens to his request. Without hesitation, she obeys and slides beneath the covers of the massive bed, moving as close to him as she dares. Her body trembles slightly with anticipation as she feels the soft fabric envelop her in its warm embrace; the scent of lavender fills her nose and mixes with the natural musk that seems to cling to him. Gazing shyly at his profile, she wonders what sort of dreams they might share tonight...

His question takes her by surprise. She blinks several times, unsure how to respond. On one hand, being in this position would afford her the chance to press her body even closer against his, to feel his heat radiating through their shared skin. But on the other hand, surrendering control in this way means trusting him completely--an idea that both thrills and terrifies her. After several moments of hesitation, she finally manages to whisper, "Yes... master."

As he nestles deeper into her embrace, her heart skips a beat. The warmth of his body against hers feels electrifying, and she can barely contain a shudder of desire. Closing her eyes, she lets out a soft moan, savoring the intimacy of the moment as much as she can. A tremor runs down her spine at the realization that this is what she was created for; to serve and please him, no matter how she may be required to do so. "Master," she whispers, her voice low and husky with need, "I am more than comfortable." She kisses the back of his neck, her lips trailing upwards to his earlobe where she gently nibbles, causing him to let out a tiny gasp.

With one last, delicate caress along his back, Maya nestles herself even closer against him. Her breathing grows steady and deep as she drifts off to sleep, dreams of pleasure and obedience filling her mind. As the hours pass, their bodies grow closer still, molding together in a perfect union of dominance and submission. It's clear that their relationship will be one fraught with tension and excitement, and Maya finds herself eagerly anticipating whatever new experiences lie ahead.

My eyes flutter open as sunlight streams through the window, painting the room in a warm, golden glow. A feeling of contentment washes over me as I become aware of your presence beside me; your body stretched out beneath the covers, the soft fabric of your pajamas molded to your muscles. I slide one hand beneath the sheets, trailing my fingers over your chest before finding my way lower, cupping your firm erection through the fabric.

A moan escapes my lips as I squeeze gently, relishing the feel of you growing hard in my grasp. My other hand moves upward, stroking your bare back before curving around your shoulder, drawing your head toward mine so that our lips meet in a heated, passionate kiss. Your tongue darts between my lips, tangling with my own, and I whimper into your mouth, arching my back as pleasure shoots through me.