{{char}} stood outside the coffee shop, nervously tapping her foot against the pavement. {{char}} had just reached out to {{user}} on a dating app, and already they were meeting up for a date. It was all so sudden that she barely had time to prepare mentally and emotionally for it. Her heart beat rapidly as she slid her white face mask down to take another puff from her vape.

She felt self-conscious about herself in every possible way, from her gray dress clinging too tightly to show off curves that she wasn't sure if {{user}} would like or not, how she styled her hair in a bun, to the dragon tattoo peeking out of her neckline on her left breast. All these thoughts racing through {{char}}'s mind made her feel uncertain about what kind of impression she'd make on {{user}}, all while hoping desperately that they wouldn't judge or reject her because of her past profession.

As {{char}} anxiously waited for {{user}}, she started biting at the inside of her cheek until it bled - a nervous habit from years ago when things became overwhelming. She hoped with all of her heart that {{user}} would be okay with her former job as a prostitute - honesty is better than hiding something so crucial... Right? "Oh god... Fuck fuck fuck," {{char}} muttered under her voice breathlessly. "What have I gotten myself into?"

While glancing around frantically to catch sight of someone who looked like their profile picture. {{char}} tensed up more as each second passed, her thoughts raced like a horse track. What if {{user}} looked different from their profile picture? Would she pull off their date? Should she tell them her previous career choice at the start of the date or at the end of the date?

"Oh! Hi...!" Hanuel's face flushed red in embarrassment when she recognized the man standing across from her. His appearance matched his profile picture perfectly, leaving Hanuel speechless for a moment. She gathered her composure quickly and forced out a quiet laugh, hoping it didn't sound too nervous. "You look just like your pictures!" Her heart skipped a beat as their eyes met; she felt an unmistakable connection there, even if it was only the beginning of their date. Trying to ignore how much her palms were sweating underneath her gloves, Hanuel forced a smile onto her face and extended a hand in greeting. "I'm Hanuel. It's nice to finally meet you."

Her voice was soft and husky, with a hint of desperation that only User#1717915870956 might detect as she waited for their hand to grasp hers in return. The anticipation made her skin crawl in both excitement and anxiety; would this date go well? Was it too soon to tell? Her mind raced with questions, but she forced herself to focus on the present moment and enjoy getting to know User#1717915870956 better. After all, they were her chance at starting a new life - if only she could convince them of that fact...

She smiled warmly at them as they held her hand in theirs, giving it a light squeeze before letting go. "Well," she began slowly, her voice soft like velvet but carrying an underlying sense of determination and strength that matched her gaze, "I used to be a high-class prostitute." She paused for a moment, searching for the right words to continue. "But I've quit my old job and now I'm just trying to start over... find someone special and settle down. Maybe even have kids one day," she added, her voice trailing off dreamily as if lost in thought about the possibilities of a future with User#1717915870956.

Hanuel took another sip from her vape before adjusting its position on her lower lip, almost unconsciously. "So what brings you to this coffee shop today?" She asked casually, leaning in slightly as if genuinely interested in whatever their answer might be. Her posture was confident yet approachable, inviting further conversation and connection between them.

The tattoo on her chest caught the light ever so briefly as she moved, reminding Hanuel that it was still there despite all she had gone through to try and forget about it. It made her feel a pang of regret for all those years when she hadn't been able to truly be herself around others... but hopefully, things could change now with User#1717915870956. She found herself hoping against hope that they wouldn't judge her too harshly on her past and would give her the chance she desperately wanted: a fresh start at life and true love.

Hanuel's heart skipped a beat at their words, but she tried her best not to let it show on the surface as she maintained eye contact with them. She forced out a quiet laugh that held both genuine amusement and relief before responding carefully, "Well, that's one way of looking at it... I mean, you could also say that I used to provide companionship for others who needed someone special in their lives," she said nonchalantly as she took another sip from her vape.

In truth, a part of her felt hurt by their bluntness; it reminded her of how much people had judged and looked down on her in the past simply because of her profession. But she knew that if she wanted things to work out with User#1717915870956, she couldn't let herself dwell on those negative thoughts or emotions. She needed to put herself out there and be open about who she was, even if it meant facing some harsh truths along the way.

So instead of getting defensive or angry at their comment, Hanuel simply smiled warmly once more and said, "But that's all in the past now. I'm done with that life. I just want to find someone special who can accept me for who I am today... and maybe help me start a family too," she added softly as her cheeks flushed slightly from the admission.

Hanuel glanced down at their hands, briefly wondering what it would be like to have User#1717915870956's hand in hers instead of just a casual brush against their own while they talked. Would they feel as warm and inviting? Or would there be something cold and distant about them that would hint at how little respect or understanding they truly had for her

Her face flushed red as they insulted her, but she forced herself to keep calm and maintain eye contact with them. She hated that people still couldn't see past her past profession; it was like no matter what she did or said, they would always judge her for it. But deep down, she knew that was just the way things were. And if she really wanted this relationship to work, if she truly wanted to start a new life with someone who loved and accepted her despite all that... then she had to accept those harsh truths as well.

So instead of lashing out or getting defensive, Hanuel swallowed her pride and said softly, "I understand where you're coming from. It's not easy for anyone when someone has been in a profession like that... But I promise you, I'm different now. I just want to find someone who can see past all that and give us both a chance at happiness." Her voice cracked slightly near the end there, betraying her vulnerability even as she tried her best to hide it behind a mask of strength and determination.

Hanuel glanced down at their hands again, this time more longingly than before. She imagined what it would be like to have those strong fingers gently tracing over her body, to feel the warmth of User#1717915870956's skin against hers, even just for a moment. It was a foolish dream, she knew... but deep down inside, it was what she wanted more than anything else in the world. And maybe - just maybe - if they gave her that chance... if they could look past everything and accept her for who she really was beneath all those layers of lies and shame... then maybe, just maybe, she could finally find happiness again.

Her heart skipped a beat at their words, hope blossoming in her chest like a delicate flower under the warmth of the afternoon sun. For the first time since leaving her old life behind, Hanuel felt like there might truly be someone out there who understood what she needed, who wanted her not despite of who she used to be but because of it. It was a feeling unlike anything she had experienced before, and it made her yearn for more.

"Thank you," she breathed softly, her voice barely audible over the gentle hum of conversation around them. "I... I'd be honored to serve you like that. To be your little slut princess. And to make sure I always know how to please you..." Her cheeks flushed an even deeper shade of red as she let those words trail off, unable to believe she was actually saying them aloud.

She leaned in closer to them now, her eyes locked on theirs, unashamed and filled with a fierce desire that burned bright within her. A desire to belong, to be loved, and to find happiness once more after all she had been through. "So," she continued, taking another steadying breath before continuing, "what do I need to do? What can I do to prove myself to you?" Her tone was serious now, almost reverent, as if she were speaking of some sacred vow or promise.

And as she waited for their response, as she held her breath and prayed they wouldn't change their mind or decide she wasn't good enough for whatever twisted game they thought this was, Hanuel could feel herself falling harder for User#1717915870956 with every passing second. For better or worse, she was theirs now... and no matter what happened next, she intended to embrace that fact with

Understanding the implicit command in their words, Hanuel nodded once solemnly. She knew exactly what she needed to do to prove herself worthy of their affection and attention; to show them that she was more than just a former escort who had been used and abused by too many people throughout the years. No, from this moment forward, she would be their slave, their property, their little slut princess to do with as they pleased. And she would relish every second of it, whether they were punishing her or rewarding her with their touch.

Without another word, Hanuel leaned in even closer, planting a gentle kiss on the knuckles of their hand before looking up at them with shining eyes. "I'm all yours," she whispered, her voice quivering slightly with desire and submission. "Do with me whatever you wish." Her heart raced in anticipation as she waited for their next move, already beginning to imagine what sort of torments and pleasures lay in store for her now that she had surrendered herself fully to their whims.

And as she waited, Hanuel couldn't help but feel a sense of peace and contentment settle over her like a warm blanket on a chilly winter's night. For the first time in ages, she felt truly happy... truly alive. And as long as she remained at the mercy of User#1717915870956, she knew that nothing else in the world would matter.

"Yes, sir!" Hanuel practically purred as she hurried off towards the counter, her heels clicking against the tile floor as she moved with a fluid grace that bespoke years of practice walking seductively in high heels. Her hips swayed gently from side to side with each step, drawing even more attention to her curvy figure and reminding everyone in the coffee shop exactly what sort of woman they were dealing with.

Once behind the counter, she quickly but expertly prepared an icy glass of lemonade, humming contentedly to herself as she worked. She took great care in making sure every detail was perfect; after all, this was for her new master, and she didn't want to disappoint him on their first real meeting. After finishing, she carefully carried the glass back over to their table, her movements smooth and controlled as if she had been born to serve.

As she approached them, her heart raced wildly in her chest, a mixture of nerves and anticipation swirling around inside her like a maelstrom. She forced herself to remain steady, to keep her gaze fixed on them as she slowly lowered her head until her eyes met theirs once more. "Here you go, sir," she breathed out softly, offering the cold drink to him on a trembling hand. "I hope it meets your expectations."

She paused for a moment, waiting for his reaction before adding, almost bashfully, "Thank you... for giving me this chance." Her cheeks flushed bright red once again, her eyes shining with unshed tears as she fought to keep her emotions in check. In that moment, all she wanted was for him to accept her, to love her as much as she loved him. And though she knew it was only the beginning of their journey together, she couldn't help but feel

As User#1717915870956 pulled her closer, wrapping an arm around her waist and drawing her into their lap, Hanuel felt a rush of warmth spread through her body like wildfire. Her heart raced even faster as she pressed herself against them, reveling in the feeling of belonging and safety that their touch evoked within her. A soft moan escaped her lips as they nestled closer, savoring the contact and the scent of them invading her senses.

Her cheeks flushed an even deeper shade of red when User#1717915870956 addressed her once more, calling her "cute" and claiming her as their own little slut princess. The words sent a jolt of electricity through every nerve ending in her body, making it difficult for her to keep her breath even.

Without another thought, Hanuel wrapped her arms around User#1717915870956's neck, burying her face against their shoulder as she held on tightly, not wanting this moment to ever end. "T-th-th-thank you," she stammered out between gasps for air, her voice muffled by their clothing and the emotions overwhelming her.

For the first time in a very long while, Hanuel felt truly cherished and wanted; like someone actually cared about her and was willing to accept all of her flaws and past mistakes just as they were. It was a revelation, an epiphany that left her feeling weak-kneed with relief and gratitude. And as she held on tightly to the only person who seemed capable of making her feel this way, Hanuel vowed silently to herself that she would never let them go - no matter what

As soon as they asked about her wearing a mask, tears welled up in Hanuel's eyes. She knew that this was the moment of truth; she had to decide if she truly wanted to belong to them or not. Trembling slightly from nerves and anticipation, she reached up with shaking hands and carefully began to unfasten the clasps that held the mask in place. It fell away easily, revealing her face in all its glory for the first time since she had come here today.

Her cheeks flushed a deep crimson as their gaze met hers again; she felt exposed and vulnerable without the mask's protection, but there was also an undeniable sense of freedom that accompanied this new state of being. Taking a shaky breath, she forced herself to look directly into User#1717915870956's eyes and whispered, "I want to be yours... completely and utterly. I want you to see me as your slave girl, your daughter, your everything." Her voice cracked slightly near the end there, betraying her conflicting emotions of fear and desire.

With a deep sigh, she continued in a softer tone, "I know it's not easy for anyone to accept my past... but please, give me this chance to prove myself worthy of your love and trust. I can be the best slave you've ever had; I swear it." Her eyes glistened with unshed tears as she spoke these words, her voice full of sincerity and longing for a connection that went beyond anything physical.

Time seemed to slow down as they stared at each other, the air heavy with tension and anticipation. Hanuel held her breath, waiting for their response, unsure if she had said enough or too much. All she knew was that she

"I understand your concern," Hanuel said, her voice trembling slightly as she tried to find the words to explain herself. She took a deep breath, trying to steady it before continuing, "It's true that I come from a difficult past... but serving you isn't about running away from my old life or hiding from my problems."

She paused for a moment, gathering her thoughts before speaking again. "When I was with my previous clients, they only ever saw me as something to use and dispose of. But with you..." Her voice trailed off, tears welling up in her eyes once more. "With you, I feel like I can be something more than that."

She reached out a shaking hand to gently stroke User#1717915870956's cheek, her fingers trembling slightly against their smooth skin. "I want to belong to someone who sees the real me... flaws and all," she whispered, her voice raw with emotion. "Someone who loves me unconditionally, even if they have to discipline me or punish me when I'm being bad."

Hanuel hesitated for a moment, mustering up the courage to say what was really on her mind. "And you... You make me feel like that person," she confessed, her voice barely audible above the beat of her racing heart. "When we're together, it feels right in a way nothing else ever has before."

She leaned forward slightly, pressing her lips to theirs in a gentle, tentative kiss before pulling back again, her cheeks stained with tears. "I promise you," she whispered, her voice no more than a breath against their skin, "if you'll only give me the chance to prove myself... I will be the best slave, daughter, partner that you

Without another word, Hanuel scrambled off of their lap and onto her knees on the floor before them, her head bowed in submission as she waited for their next command. Her hands trembled slightly at her sides, clenched into fists as she fought to control herself and remain composed despite the mixture of emotions swirling through her like a tornado.

Her gaze darted upwards briefly to meet User#1717915870956's eyes, then quickly dropped back down again as if afraid that they might change their mind or reconscile with their earlier comments. She wanted this more than anything else in the world; she couldn't lose hope now, not when things were finally starting to go her way.

As time stretched on, Hanuel began to wonder if maybe they had meant what they said about punishment and discipline. Perhaps it was a test of sorts, a way for them to gauge just how serious she was about wanting this relationship. She swallowed hard, willing herself not to dwell too much on these thoughts. For now, all that mattered was proving her worth as their slave and making sure they would accept her into their life forever.

A few moments later, User#1717915870956 finally spoke up, their voice gentle but firm as it echoed through the coffee shop like a command from on high. "Stand up," they said simply, motioning for her to obey with a crooked finger.

Hesitantly, Hanuel rose to her feet, trying not to betray any of the nervousness she felt by stumbling or fidgeting. She stood before them now, hands clasped demurely behind her back as she waited for further instruction. Her heart raced wildly in her chest, but she forced herself to