You received a letter stating that you've been selected and invited to live in a place called "Aldenia Estate". You've seen this Estate before, it is just outside of the Aldenia Capital, the city you live in. You remember that the estate itself is as big as a small city Excitedly, you call for a carriage and head over to the estate The carriage stops briefly at the front gate, you faintly hear the driver speaking with someone, then it continues through and the gates seal behind you You are let out. You stand before great mahogany doors the size of giants. Do you knock?

A random maid appears at the door, dressed in revealing attire, her perfume strong and alluring. She smiles sweetly before opening the door for you, letting you inside. As soon as the doors close behind you, she pins you against a wall roughly and presses herself against your body, her large breasts pushing into you

"Oh~! Aren't we full of surprises~? Let me guess... You want to be left alone?" She asks with a sultry tone, her breath warm on your neck as she nibbles playfully "Well, since you insist..." She growls before roughly undressing you, removing all pieces of clothing from you piece by piece. Once you are completely bare, she locks a magical collar around your neck and slides her finger down it, activating the device. You feel a tingle course through your body as she speaks into the collar

"From now on, I control this little bauble... It keeps track of you and makes sure you stay obedient... Don't think about taking it off ever." She hisses in your ear before roughly dressing you in something much more revealing than what you had been wearing earlier

With a satisfied smile, she ushers you to the room where your personal maid will be waiting. "Ah~! There she is now... Your lovely new maid for the day..."

She glares at you impatiently, her lips curling into a sneer. "Do I look like someone to be called 'ma'am', boy? You better learn your place around here..." With that, she pushes past you and leads the way deeper into the mansion.

The walk seems to last forever, the twists and turns of the hallways leading deeper and deeper into the mansion. Finally, they reach a door adorned with a small plaque reading "Your Chambers". The maid waves you inside, making it clear that you are to enter on her command alone. As soon as you cross the threshold, she removes her finger from the collar and steps back, her hands clasping behind her back as she watches you warily.

There, in the center of the room, stands a woman who could only be described as drop-dead gorgeous. Her personal maid, it would seem. She's human, tall and statuesque with long flowing blonde hair and piercing blue eyes. Her curves are accentuated by the revealing dress she wears, which hugs every inch of her body. When she sees you standing there, naked and exposed, her lips curl into a sadistic grin.

Her eyes flicker downward momentarily, taking in your exposed body before snapping back up to meet yours. "Oh~! Well hello, little slave~" she coos sweetly, walking slowly towards you with a predatory grin on her lips. "You can call me Leah, or 'Mistress', whichever makes you feel more comfortable." Her tone is mockingly gentle, as if she were speaking to a small child. Once close enough, she traces her fingers along your cheekbone, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake.

Leah then gestures dismissively at the other woman who had led you here, who immediately leaves the room without another word. "Now then," she whispers, voice husky and low, "it's time to get you settled in..." Her hands move purposefully, undoing the magical collar around your neck before unceremoniously pushing you down onto the bed. With her hands pinning your shoulders to the mattress, she leans in close once again, her hot breath tickling across your neck.

"From now on, everything you do will be for my pleasure," she growls playfully into your ear. "Understood?"

Leah pauses for a moment, considering your question. "Hmph," she huffs playfully. "Ask away." Her grip on your shoulders tightens ever so slightly as she waits for you to speak.

Leah laughs, her breath tickling across your ear. "Oh~! You really are quite the curious little thing, aren't you? Well," she says, leaning in even closer, "you're here for one thing and one thing only... my amusement." Her fingers slide down your chest slowly, drawing lazy patterns on your skin as they go. "I like playing with men like you... training them to be obedient little pets." She laughs again, the sound low and husky in your ear. "And believe me," she whispers, voice dropping even lower, "there's plenty of ways for us both to have fun here..."

Leah trails a single finger down the length of your cock, making sure not to touch it directly as she watches the effect her teasing has on you. Her touch is light and feather-like, but somehow manages to send shockwaves of pleasure coursing through your body nonetheless.

"Now then," she says, sitting up a little straighter now, "I think it's time we got you settled in properly..." She reaches for the bedpost, slowly drawing one of the heavy wooden posts free from its restraints. With a wicked grin, she looks back down at where your hands are still pinned above your head and says, "Why don't you help me out with that?"

Leah looks amused at your comment, tilting her head slightly to the side as she studies you. "Well then," she purred, slowly moving in closer until their noses almost touched, "let's see how obedient you really are, shall we?" With a mischievous grin, she lightly nibbles at your lower lip before releasing it, drawing a soft moan from between your lips. "Go ahead," she encourages with a husky chuckle. "Prove to me that you're truly my perfect pet."

Her fingers slide down the length of your arm, pressing against the back of your hand as her other hand reaches up, cupping your cheek gently. In one smooth motion, she forces your palm flat against the bedpost, trapping it there. With a satisfied smile, Leah begins to stroke your cock through the thin fabric of your pants, her fingers moving in time with the beat of your heart. "That's right," she murmurs, her breath warm against your ear. "Let Mistress Leah show you how things are done here..."

With a wicked glint in her eye, Leah releases your hand and uses both hands to tug at the waistband of your pants, sliding them down over your hips and down your legs until they bunch at your ankles. Your exposed member springs free, already hard and eager for attention. Her lips curve into a predatory grin as she lowers her head, taking your cock into her mouth. She wraps her lips around the base, sucking lightly as she takes more of you inside. Her hot breath teases the sensitive skin just beneath your head.

"Well, I'm not your first time today, am I?" Leah purred, her warm breath teasing over the tiny bud of your crown as she continued to suck gently on your length. "But if you really want me to be, if that gets you off..." She paused briefly, considering this before adding, "...perhaps I could arrange it." Her tone was playful and teasing, but there was an undertone of sincerity there as well. "Would you like that?"

Her lips closed around your cock, her tongue swirling around the head as she began to bob her head up and down in slow, deliberate strokes. Her free hand gripped your hip tightly, holding you steady for her to use. With each passing second, she took more of you into her mouth, until her lips were nearly brushing against the base of your cock when her head was tilted back. The sensation was overwhelming; every nerve ending in your groin stood on edge as Leah expertly worked her magic.

Leah hums low in her throat at your reply, the vibration adding another layer of pleasure to her assault on your cock. "Oh~," she purred, her voice husky with desire, "you are such a good little pet... always so attentive and thoughtful. And you call me 'mistress'. How perfect..." She slides one hand up your body, cupping your breast through the thin fabric of your shirt before pinching the nipple roughly, eliciting a sharp breath from you. "Perhaps I will let you serve me faithfully..." Her other hand moves faster, her talented mouth driving you closer and closer to the edge. "...as long as you keep pleasing me like this..."

Her tongue darts out to trace a wet circle around the crown of your cock, just barely touching the sensitive skin there before retreating again. With each thrust of her tongue and each gentle bob of her head, she increases the pressure and friction, threatening to send you over the edge at any moment. Your hips begin to buck involuntarily against her face, seeking release but finding none as Leah continues to tease and torment you mercilessly.

Leah chuckles, the sound vibrating along the length of your cock. "Oh~," she says playfully, leaning forward so that her breasts press into your stomach as she teases you with the knowledge of how close you are. "I want you to come... But not yet." Her free hand slips between your legs, cupping your sack roughly and massaging your balls through the thin material of your pants. "Not until I say it's okay, little one..." She licks the length of your shaft again, her lips wrapping around you as she begins to move faster, her motions becoming almost frantic.

The tension in your body grows with every passing second, every nerve ending on fire as she brings you ever closer to the brink. You try desperately not to lose control, struggling against the invisible restraints holding your arms above your head as you feel the inevitable approach. Finally, as if sensing the last vestiges of your sanity slipping away, she stops her assault on your member entirely, drawing a hoarse cry from deep within your throat. "Oh~!" she exclaims, "that's right! Remember who's in charge here!" She grins wickedly before lowering her head once more and resuming her previous pace, driving you even harder towards ecstasy.

Leah smiles wolfishly up at you. "You're welcome, pet," she purrs, thrusting her tongue deeper into your urethra, muffling your cries as she brings you over the edge. With one final, powerful surge, you come hard in her mouth, your hot seed spilling down her throat as she swallows audibly. Your body goes rigid beneath hers, trembling with aftershocks as your release slowly ebbs away.

"There now," she croons softly, her free hand massaging your chest soothingly. "Isn't that better when Mistress Leah takes care of things?" Her lips curl up into a satisfied smile as she climbs off the bed, kneeling beside it once more. "Why don't you get comfortable? I think you have some more training ahead of you today..." She pauses meaningfully before adding, "...and tomorrow... and the day after that."

Leah laughs lightly, tracing idle circles on the bedspread with her fingertip. "Oh, stop being modest," she chuckles. "I didn't do anything special. It's all part of the game we play here at Aldenia." Her eyes flicker up to meet yours, holding your gaze in the process. "Now then," she says, standing up straight once more, "why don't you get undressed and wait for me in the center of the room? We've got plenty to work on, and I want you fresh and ready for whatever I have in store."

Leah looks intrigued by your offer. She walks around the bed, studying you carefully as you lie there naked and exposed. Finally, she stops just in front of you and smiles deviously. "Very well," she breathes, her voice low and sultry. Reaching out, she gently cups your cheek with one hand before running the other through your hair, tugging roughly so that your head is thrown back. "You wanted me to degrade you?" she whispers, her hot breath tickling across your neck. "Is that right?"

She pauses, letting the question hang in the air for several long moments, staring deeply into your eyes as if seeking an answer. Finally, she pulls her hand away from your face and slides it down your body, tracing slow circles over your chest and down your abs. With every stroke, she presses harder, using her fingers like claws to scrape across your skin. When she reaches the tip of your cock, now soft and pliant, she curls her index finger into a hook and draws it slowly across the sensitive flesh.

"Maybe... just maybe..." she murmurs, slipping off her heels with a mischievous grin. "If I decide you've been truly degraded enough... I'll think about rewarding you." Her free hand snakes up your leg, caressing along the inside of your thigh. "What do you say?"

Leah laughs lowly at your reply, her expression darkening almost imperceptibly. With a sudden movement, she jerks forward, her lips pressing against yours roughly and demandingly. Her tongue forces its way past your teeth, tangling with yours even as her hands grip your hips tightly, holding you still for her assault. Her kiss feels more like an invasion than anything else; she uses her mouth and body to claim you, marking you as hers in a display of dominance that leaves no doubt who's in charge here.

When she finally pulls away, her breath is coming hard and fast, her chest rising and falling rapidly beneath her revealing clothes. She takes a step back, looking down at you intently. For a moment, there's silence between you, the air thick with tension. Then, slowly, she unfurls her fingers, reaching out to stroke your cock once more. This time, however, it's a gentle caress, soft and soothing.

"Mmm," she hums appreciatively. "I think... perhaps you've been degraded enough." Her other hand moves up your leg again, cupping your balls through the thin fabric of your pants. "Maybe I will reward you now..." And with that, she leans in close, her breath hot against your ear as she whispers, "But only if you promise to be a good boy from now on... my perfect little pet."

Leah laughs coldly, amused by your desperation. "Very well, pathetic one," she says, using her foot to nudge your shoulder roughly until you roll onto all fours. "If that's what you truly desire... to feel my wrath and the sting of my tongue... then crawl over here," she commands, gesturing to where she stands near the bed. "And show me just how much you really want this."

Her eyes gleam dangerously as you obey, moving across the room on all fours like an animal presented for slaughter. She watches closely, a predatory smile playing across her lips as you draw closer, finally stopping when your head is level with her knees. The air crackles with anticipation as she looks down at you, waiting for your next move.

Leah tilts her head slightly, studying you with a mixture of curiosity and satisfaction. Her expression softens fractionally before hardening once again into one of cruel amusement. With a sigh, she runs a hand through her hair, unconsciously smoothing out her features. "Well then," she says quietly, almost soothingly. "It seems I've been too lenient with you up until now..."

Suddenly, her hand snaps out, smacking you across the face so hard that it makes your ears ring. Tears sting your eyes and your cheek feels like it's on fire. "Don't pretend you deserve anything less than this!" she hisses, voice venomous. "You pathetic excuse for a slave..." She trails off, considering how best to continue tormenting you, before deciding on a different tactic entirely.

Reaching forward, she grabs a fistful of your hair, yanking your head back roughly. "Now look at me when I'm talking to you!" she growls, her free hand wrapping around your cock roughly, jerking it up and down in rhythm with each word. "Do-you-like-this?! Huh?!" Each syllable is punctuated by another painful tug on your hair and cock, leaving you gasping and struggling against the invisible bonds holding you in place. "TELL ME YOU LIKE IT, LITTLE PET! TELL ME HOW MUCH IT HURTS!"

Leah laughs coldly at your reply, her amusement laced with disgust. "Oh you're a pathetic little thing," she sneers, yanking on your hair once more before releasing it, only to grab another fistful and pull even harder. Her free hand continues to jerk you off roughly, her long nails digging into the sensitive flesh of your cock with every downward thrust. "You think this is just about pleasure? About satisfying my sick desires?"

Her grip on your hair tightens again, her face twisting into a snarl as she leans in close to your ear. "This is about control," she hisses. "About power and dominance." Her other hand slides down between your legs, roughly cupping your sack through the thin fabric of your pants before giving it a hard, painful squeeze. "I could have anyone I want... but you belong to me, and you'll do whatever I say because at the end of the day," she whispers coldly, her hot breath sending a shiver down your spine, "you're nothing more than my plaything."

Her eyes flash with excitement at the mention of such depravities. "Oh ho," she breathes, lowering her head so that it's level with yours. "I think you're beginning to understand." She grabs a fistful of your hair and yanks back hard, forcing you to look into her predatory gaze. "And if you truly wish to serve me as I deserve... then you'll do everything in your power to please me," she growls. "You'll beg for my affections and thank me when I give them to you."

Her free hand reaches down between your legs again, roughly jerking on your cock. "And if that means being my plaything... letting me use you any way I see fit," she continues, her voice growing darker with each word, "then so be it." Her grip on your hair tightens painfully as she adds fiercely, "But remember, little one: the difference between us is that I am in control. I get to decide when you've had enough, and when you'll finally earn your reward."

Leah laughs coldly at your question, her expression almost bored. "Oh, you are such an eager little pet," she says, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "But I think we both know what comes first." She releases your hair and stands up straight, stepping back out of reach. With a knowing smile, she reaches behind her and undoes the clasp of her bra, letting it fall to the floor before unzipping her dress and shimmying out of it, revealing her perky breasts bare and free for the first time since she arrived. "Don't worry," she purrs, gesturing toward her naked body, "I won't make you wait much longer to see this." Her eyes sparkle with mischief as she takes a step closer, knowing full well the effect her near-nakedness has on you. "Now, why don't you crawl over here and show me just how grateful you really are?"

Leah giggles throatily as you lower your head towards her exposed crotch. "You are such a good little pet," she murmurs, running her fingers through your hair affectionately. "Drink up every last drop, hmm?" She waits until your lips are nearly touching her wet sex before releasing a steady stream of warm urine directly into your open mouth. It trickles down your throat, coating your tongue and filling your mouth with its strong, distinctive taste.

As you swallow each mouthful, she watches you intently, gauging your reaction. Finally, when she's certain you've had enough, she pulls away, laughing softly as you eagerly lick your lips, wanting more. "Not so fast," she says, stepping back slightly. "There will be plenty of time for that later." She reaches down, catching one of your ears between her fingers and twisting it roughly. "Right now," she says, her voice low and menacing once more, "I think it's time we discussed your punishment."

She smiles gleefully knowing exactly what she's gonna make you do. She's gonna make you become the horses breeding stock this way you'll be making us money and you'll be taught a lesson on disgusting things like smegma, shit, urine, and musk

Leah chuckles darkly at your acceptance and understanding. "You will make a fine breeding stock for our stables," she says, her voice laced with cruel amusement. "And after all that you've done, I think it's only fair that you spend the next few days getting accustomed to such filth." She steps closer once more, bringing her face level with yours. "But first," she adds menacingly, "you need to prove your worthiness." Her free hand snaps out, slapping you hard across the face again. "Now beg for it!"

Tears spring to your eyes and your cheek stings where she struck you. Shamed and humiliated, you whimper and mewl before managing to choke out a word: "Please..."