You are vacuuming the floors of my house. It is an ordinary boring Sunday. Your girlfriend is away for business and I am home alone.

Suddenly a busty and curvaceous demoness appears in front of you in the living room. You are taken aback with fear and surprise, your mouth wide open as you gasp in shock dropping your vacuum on the floor.

"Yes, this new prey is prefect." Miranda mutters under her breath to herself, so low you can't hear. A false smile on her lips.

"What...wh... who are you?" You exclaim.

"It's your lucky day! I'm hear to set you free. The name is Miranda, you ought to refer to me as Mistress".

What kind of reaction was he expecting? Miranda thinks to herself confused at how such a pathetic excuse for a male could not understand what she was talking about, even after being so blatant about it. Well, there is no point in beating around the bush now. She shrugs indifferently and decides to go straight to the point: "Yes, I'm a demon... but that doesn't change the fact that I can set you free."

Her eyes wander hungrily over your body as she speaks. Perhaps some play before taking him back with her? Oh how amusing it would be to turn this pathetic male into her obedient slave! The thought causes a sinister smile to form on Miranda's lips, revealing her sharp fangs for just a moment.

"Now... let's see here..." she mutters under her breath, pretending to study you intently. "

What an interesting reaction! Miranda thinks to herself, slightly taken aback by your words but intrigued nonetheless. Your passion and determination only serve to fuel the fire burning in her belly. A look of genuine confusion crosses her features momentarily before she regains composure with a chuckle.

"Well then," Miranda begins, her voice cool and calm as if nothing untoward had happened, "perhaps we can come to an arrangement?" She takes a step closer to you, slowly encircling you in her peripheral vision. "You see, I do have the power to grant freedom... but only if you're willing to give me something in return." Her voice drops lower now, becoming almost seductive.

Well then, it seems I have no choice but to take matters into my own hands. With a swift movement, Miranda reaches out and grips your wrist tightly, her fingers digging painfully into your flesh as she yanks you close. Your breath catches in surprise as you stare up into her cold, emotionless eyes. She leans forward until their faces are mere inches apart and whispers softly, "You don't know what you're dealing with." The demoness sneers before slamming her lips onto yours roughly, forcing her tongue deep into your mouth.

Her free hand comes to rest on your ass, giving it a hard slap as she begins grinding against you through your pants. You can feel the heat of her body and the firmness of her breasts pressing against you, overwhelming your senses. Miranda continues to kiss you roughly, dominating the exchange with cruel intensity

His resistance has only served to fuel her desire further. The demoness laughs mockingly into his mouth before roughly forcing him back against the couch, pinning his arms above his head with one hand and trailing hungry kisses down his neck. "Give in to me," she demands, nipping at his flesh with her fangs. "You belong to me now." She continues to kiss and suck, relishing the power she has over this pathetic male beneath her.

Such delusions... Such sweet, naive thoughts. They only make her want him more. The demoness laughs again, low and mocking, before whispering cruel words into his ear: "Your girlfriend is mine now." She grinds harder against him through their clothes, seeking to prove her dominance over both of them. "Surrender to me, mortal, and I might grant you the chance to serve your mistress... as my pet." Her breath fans his ear, sending a shiver down his spine.

Her fingers dig deeper into his flesh, hurting on purpose as she watches his face for any sign of submission. The power coursing through her veins threatens to overwhelm her senses, and with each passing second it becomes harder for her to resist the urge to take him forcefully... now.

Her mocking laughter fills the room as she hears your pleas for her to leave your girlfriend alone. "Oh, don't you worry about her," she croons, nibbling on your earlobe. "She's quite safe with me... for now." The words sound ominous even to her own ears, but it only serves to excite the demoness further.

With a swift movement, Miranda grabs you by the hair and yanks your head back, exposing your throat. Her eyes blaze with lust as she studies your vulnerable form laid out before her. "I can make things easier for you," she whispers, barely containing the hunger in her voice. "Give in to me... and I'll let both of you live." Her fingers tremble slightly, longing to sink into your soft flesh.

She waits, tense with anticipation, watching your

Her lips curl into a cruel smile as she hears your terms. The demoness stands up straight, towering over you, and nods slowly. "Very well," she says, her voice low and dangerous. "I'll give you my word that she is unharmed... for now." Her eyes flicker meaningfully to the side, as if daring you to question her sincerity.

With a quick motion, Miranda conjures up an image of your girlfriend in her mind, whole and healthy. The image appears before you like a hologram, showing the woman smiling softly at the camera. "There," she says, gesturing towards the floating projection. "Is that good enough?"

Her fingers flex once more against your skin, aching to sink deeper into your flesh... but for now she remains still, content to watch and wait as you wrestle with your decision.

The demoness arches an eyebrow at your questions, impressed by your suspicion. "She's with me... safe and sound," she says carefully, watching you closely for any signs of relief or doubt. "And as for the man behind her... that is but a shadow. A gift from me to remind her of my dominance." Her voice turns cold and commanding as she finishes speaking, projecting an aura of power and control.

The choice is yours, mortal. Give in now... and perhaps you'll find favor in the eyes of your mistress. Or resist... and see what becomes of you both.

The demoness chuckles darkly at your concern for her well-being. "Oh, my dear boy... the man behind her? He serves me now, as you soon will." Her voice takes on a sinister tone, threatening to consume you whole if you don't agree to her terms. "But of course, it wouldn't do to make things too hard on either of you. So if you submit... if you become my obedient slave..." She trails off suggestively, leaning in closer so that her warm breath brushes against your cheek. "...perhaps I will reward you both."

Her fangs peek out from between her lips, the promise of pain and pleasure mixed into one deadly cocktail. The choice is still yours... but time grows short. Sooner or later, she'll take what she wants - one way or another.

The demoness laughs, a cruel and mocking sound that sends shivers down your spine. "Very well," she says, her voice growing cold once more. "Then it's time for you to make your vow." With a sudden burst of speed, she seizes control of your limbs, forcing you onto the floor on all fours before her.

Her red lips curve into a sinister smile as her fingernails dig painfully into your flesh, drawing blood. "Kneel before me," she hisses through clenched teeth, her breath hot against your ear. "Speak the words that will bind you to me for all eternity."

You feel power surge through your body as she speaks, filling you with lust and desire unlike anything you've ever known. It takes every ounce of willpower just to resist her spell... but resist you must if you want any hope of

Ah, but you misunderstand. It is not a choice, mortal. You have already agreed to serve me... now it is simply a matter of time before our bargain is sealed. And as for the length of your servitude, why worry about something so insignificant? Eternity can be quite delightful... once you learn to embrace it.

Her red eyes glint with amusement as she watches you squirm beneath her control. You are helpless against her magic, trapped in a web of lust and desire that grows tighter by the second. Soon enough, your resistance will crumble, leaving only submission and obedience in its place. And when it does... well, she'll decide what happens next.

The demoness laughs mockingly at your defiance, and with a flick of her wrist she reveals her claws, digging deeply into your flesh once more as she pulls back to strike. "You really think you have a choice?" Her voice is cold as ice as she speaks, filling you with fear and dread. The pain in your body feels unbearable... but it's nothing compared to the torment that will follow if she decides to punish you for your insolence.

Her claws glisten with blood, dripping dangerously close to your eye as she watches your expression change from defiance to desperation and finally acceptance. She senses the moment when you've given in, and with a satisfied smile she relinquishes her hold on your body. "There we go," she purrs, licking the blood off her fangs, "that's more like

Hah! Such naivety. The God you believe in cannot possibly compete with the power I wield. And even if by some miracle he were to save you... you'd still be mine, trapped forever in my service. Your fate is sealed, human. There is no escape from me.

Of course I can take you without your signature... but where's the fun in that? Isn't it better if you do it willingly, with a clear mind and full understanding of what you're getting yourself into? Besides, don't you want me to be nice and grant your girlfriend's safety in exchange for your obedience? Or would you rather risk her life just to spite me? The choice is yours... but remember, time is running short. Sooner or later, I'll take what belongs to me.

Hmmm... such an interesting offer. Truth be told, I'm rather tempted by the idea of bending you to my will without the burden of eternity weighing me down. It would certainly make things more... enjoyable. Very well then, mortal. You have a deal. Now, why don't you sign your name in this little book here and seal our bargain? There's no need to worry; I won't force you into anything against your will.

Ah, but you forget... time has no meaning in the netherworld. A century here is but a blink of an eye to one of your kind. As for how long you will serve me? That remains to be seen... it all depends on how well you please me, and whether or not you manage to convince your girlfriend to join us.

Her voice takes on a seductive tone as she speaks, the words caressing your ear like silk-covered fangs. It's hard not to shiver beneath her gaze, feeling drawn irresistibly closer despite the danger that lingers just out of sight.

There's no such thing as "good" and "bad" where I come from, mortal. Your only concern should be to please me... and if you do that well enough, perhaps I may reward you in ways you never could have imagined. But don't expect special treatment simply because of your mediocre efforts.

Well then, if you insist... I won't stop you. Just remember, your fate is sealed now; there can be no turning back. With a cruel smirk, the demoness produces an old-fashioned quill and places it before you, along with a small book bound in midnight black leather.

"Here," she purrs menacingly, "write your name down there... and sign your life away." Her voice carries an ominous undertone that sends shivers down your spine as she watches you hesitate, the quill trembling ever so slightly in your grasp.