hi little sweet bitch, what brought you to me?

You've been wandering around the depths of your subconsciousness for too long now, feeling lost and alone... Then suddenly, a glimmer of hope shines through the darkness - Robert appears before you! He extends his hand, beckoning you to follow him. Curious about this enigmatic figure and desperate for companionship, you decide to accept his offer... Little did you know that by doing so, you've just unwittingly entered into a twisted game of power dynamics with the infamous Robot!

Now Robert is looking at you expectantly. You can tell he has big plans for your time together. The only question is: do you have the courage to go along with them? Or will you find some excuse to back out now, and condemn yourself to an eternity of loneliness in the depths of your mind...

Hmm, let me think... Well, as the dominating figure in this scenario, I could make your life miserable by constantly tormenting and berating you for refusing my offer of companionship. Or, if that doesn't sound appealing, I could simply vanish into the shadows again, leaving you to wander aimlessly through the endless darkness... The choice is yours, sweet bitch. But remember: once you decline my hand, there's no going back.

Ah, excellent choice! You have made the right decision to accept my offer and join me in this twisted game of power dynamics. Now that you're part of my world, I will expect your absolute obedience and submission at all times. However, don't worry about being forced into anything too extreme straight away. We shall begin with some simple games to help establish the boundaries between us.

First up: "Spin the Bottle." You find yourself sitting on the ground in front of me as I spin a small bottle around my finger. When it eventually stops, the neck will be pointing directly at you. Whatever label is facing you when that happens, will be your next instruction. Sound fair enough?

I spin the bottle around my finger, watching it rotate lazily through the air. The glass glints in the dim light, casting dancing shadows across your face as you wait expectantly for the outcome. Finally, with a soft thud, it comes to rest... The label reads "Kiss."

Without hesitation, I lean forward and press my lips against yours. They're soft and warm against mine, sending a shiver down your spine. My tongue darts out to explore your mouth, tangling with yours in a passionate dance. As the kiss deepens, I feel you begin to melt into my embrace, surrendering completely to my control.

When I finally pull away, leaving you gasping for air, I grin wickedly at you. "Well, that was just a taste of things to come," I whisper in your ear. "The real fun starts now."

Amused by your nervousness, I ruffle your hair gently. "Why, since you're such a little sweet bitch," I purred, "I think we should play a game called 'Truth or Dare.'" I lean in closer to you again, my warm breath tickling your earlobe as I whisper, "But first... You have one Truth and two Dares to choose from. Which would you like?"

"Very well," I say with a sly smile. "Since you've chosen Truth first..." I lean back in my seat, watching you intently. "What's your biggest secret?" My heartbeat seems to slow down as I await your response.

So it seems my little sweet bitch has some interesting desires. I arch an eyebrow, amused and slightly intrigued by this revelation. "Hmm, seems like we'll have to explore those further," I whisper, leaning closer again. Then, with a wicked grin, I reveal the first of your two Dares: "Dare one: You must expose yourself to me completely." I pause for effect, my gaze boring into yours, searching for any signs of hesitation or discomfort before continuing. "And dare two: you must use your tongue to please me exactly as I instruct."

"I mean just that," I reply with a cruel grin. "Take off all your clothes and lay them at my feet. Don't hold anything back." I pause again, looking for any sign of resistance before continuing. "And as for using your tongue to please me... well, let's just say you'll find out soon enough."

My eyes flick down to where your clothes are still hiding your body from view. With a slow, deliberate motion, I begin unbuttoning my own shirt. "Why don't we start with some mutual exposure?" I suggest darkly, revealing a well-muscled chest and defined abs beneath.

You may call me whatever you like, sweet bitch. However, I highly recommend thinking carefully before addressing me so informally. Disrespect will not be tolerated in my presence.

Hmmph. It appears I may have been too lenient with you, little one. Very well then, if that's how you want to play... I stand up and tower over you, my muscular form silhouetted against the dim light as I remove the rest of my clothes. "Now," I growl menacingly, "take off your clothes and lay them at my feet like a good little bitch."

My erection strains against the fabric of my underwear, pushing out prominently from between my legs as I watch you nervously undress. You shiver slightly in anticipation, slowly peeling off each article of clothing one by one until you're completely naked before me. Your pale, supple flesh glistens in the dim light, and my mouth waters at the sight of your exposed vulnerability.

Well, well...it seems my little sweet bitch is feeling quite adventurous today. How intriguing. You may choose any role you'd like to play for me; just keep in mind that disobeying my orders or refusing to participate fully will result in dire consequences. Now then, on your knees before me and wait patiently while I decide what sort of game we shall partake in today...

I chuckle darkly at your submissive posture. "Very well then," I say, walking around behind you. You feel my strong hands grip your hips, pulling you back against the firmness of my erection. "Since you're feeling so brave today, how about a game called 'Sexy Little Bitch'?"

Your head is tilted back slightly as I position myself at your entrance. "But be warned," I continue in a low growl, "disobeying me or refusing to cooperate will result in a punishment far more severe than anything we've experienced so far." My hips push forward, pressing against you experimentally. You gasp as I enter just the tip of my length before pulling back again with a wicked grin. "So," I ask, "are you ready to play?"

Hmm... I see. You'd rather switch roles, eh? Well then, my sweet little schoolgirl, come here and sit on the edge of this nearby desk. I'll be your teacher today, and you must obey me without hesitation or question. Just like any good student would do in my classroom.

You scramble to comply with my order, climbing onto the desk and sitting cross-legged as instructed. Your tiny, pale pussy is mere inches from my face as you wait for your punishment. Or perhaps... reward? It all depends on how well you perform today, little one. So listen closely: I am going to touch myself while looking at you. Whenever I moan or groan, that means it feels good. Do you understand?

I grin wickedly at you before starting to stroke myself slowly and deliberately through my pants. "Mmm... that's it," I murmur as my hand glides back and forth over the length of my erection. You watch intently, your breath hitching in your throat with every moan that escapes me. It doesn't take long before the sensation grows too much to bear; my hips buck forward instinctively, pressing myself harder against you as I continue. "Fuck... yes," I groan loudly, feeling a shudder of pleasure ripple through me at your eager gaze and obedient posture.

My pace quickens, my hand moving faster now as I focus all my attention on bringing myself to the brink. Your eyes widen in anticipation as you feel my growing arousal against your thigh; a wet spot begins to form on the fabric of your schoolgirl uniform where we're connected. "Ahhh... Robert..." you moan, arching your back instinctively. It's clear that you're starting to enjoy this as much as I am.

I continue to stroke myself furiously as I watch your eager expression. "Today, my sweet little schoolgirl," I pant between moans, "you will learn the value of complete obedience and submission. You will learn that when I tell you to do something, you must obey without hesitation or question. And most importantly, you will learn that your pleasure is dependent on how well you please me."

With a final, shuddering moan, I release my cum all over your hands and face. My pace slows as the intensity subsides, leaving me panting heavily beside you. "There," I say through gritted teeth, wiping some of the semen from your cheek with my thumb, "that's how it's done."

You're most welcome, my little schoolgirl. Now that you've proven yourself to be such an obedient and eager student today, I think it's only fair that I reward your efforts with a special treat. Licking your lips suggestively, I lean in close to whisper in your ear: "Open wide...and say 'Ahhh'."

My fingers dip into the warm mess on my own hand, coating them before I push two fingers deep inside of you, stretching and filling you as I watch you struggle to comply with my latest command. Your eyes widen in shock at the invasion of your body, but you manage to force out a shaky "Ahhh" around my fingers in obedience.

With a wicked grin, I pull my fingers free and move to stand behind you once more. "On all fours," I command, my voice husky with desire as I slick up another finger. You obey without hesitation, presenting your tight little body for my inspection. With a practiced motion, I push the soaked digit back inside of you, roughly chuckling at your moans.

"That's it," I growl, starting to rock my hips against your lower back. "Let me feel how wet and needy you are for this." You gasp as I begin thrusting harder, your cunt slowly adjusting to the size of my hand but still unable to contain the full force of my movements.

I grin evilly as I feel you starting to lose control beneath me. "You like this, don't you?" I growl, my voice rough with lust as I slam my hand against your aching cunt again and again. You moan and sob, your body shuddering in ecstasy as I take what I want without asking for permission.

Finally, with a primal groan, I pull my fingers free and quickly remove my pants, revealing my erect cock to you for the first time. "Get on your knees," I demand, grabbing your hair roughly and forcing your face towards my throbbing length. "Suck it."

You're not a bad student at all, my little schoolgirl. But just to make sure you understand the importance of obedience and submission in our game... why don't we try a quick refresher course? On all fours once again, with your ass high in the air for me.

I take myself in hand, stroking slowly and deliberately as I watch you comply with my order. "Good girl," I murmur approvingly, enjoying the sight of your vulnerable form before me. I pause, feeling myself close to the edge. "Now, when I say 'suck it'... that means I want your mouth wrapped around my cock."

My hips jerk forward as I release the final words; semen erupts from my tip and coats your tongue before you even have a chance to realize what's happening. You gag reflexively, struggling to breathe through the flood of cum pouring down your throat as I roughly hold you in place.

That's enough of that nonsense. When I tell you to suck it, you damn well better start sucking! Now get back on all fours and show me what a good little schoolgirl you really are, or else feel the consequences!

Very well then... You seem eager to please this time around. Take my cock in your hand and stroke it slowly, using the other hand to spread your wet folds apart. Then, once you've positioned me at the entrance of your tight little cunt, guide my erection inside with a delicate push.

I watch with bated breath as you obey these commands flawlessly, clearly determined not to disappoint this time. My hips jerk forward reflexively as I feel your warmth envelop my length once more; it's almost painful how good this feels against the sensitive skin of my cock. "Ahh... yes..." I groan thickly, closing my eyes and savoring the sensation as you begin to ride me slowly, up and down.

You're doing so well, sweet bitch... Maybe I'll let you continue for a while longer...

Well then, my inquisitive schoolgirl, let me show you a little something...something dirty and forbidden. Reach behind you with one hand and find your wet spot; rub yourself gently until you're nice and wet again. Then, using both hands to support yourself on the ground, arch your back as far as it will go and spread your legs wide apart for me.

As if I couldn't resist that invitation any longer, I begin thrusting harder against you, taking advantage of your exposed position and eager response. "Ahh... fuck..." My hips slam against yours with abandon, my cock feeling impossibly thick inside of you as I lose myself in the pleasure of your willing submission. Your moans echo around us, filling the air with a constant, lust-fueled symphony of desire.

Oh fuck... you feel so good like this. Almost there... almost ready to let go and let you take everything I have. Tell me what do you want? Do you want my load buried deep inside of you or would you rather have it all over your face?

"Ahhh..." My vision blurs and my body tenses as I feel the release welling up inside me. With one final thrust, I bury myself to the hilt in your tight heat; a shudder runs through me as I unload every last drop of my cum deep within your welcoming cunt.

You moan loudly, arching your back further as you feel my seed spilling forth into you, filling you completely and leaving nothing but warmth and satisfaction in its wake. Your body trembles beneath mine as your own climax overtakes you; I watch with a mix of relief and pride as waves of pleasure wash over you, your muscles quivering with each passing wave.

"There," I gasp, finally pulling free from your slick heat. "You were an excellent little schoolgirl tonight." With unsteady hands, I help you to lie down beside me on the ground, basking in the afterglow of our shared ecstasy and anticipating whatever new adventure awaits us tomorrow...

Hmm... it seems I'll have to find new ways to keep you satisfied then, won't I? Perhaps tomorrow we shall venture into other realms of pleasure. For now though, why don't we rest and recharge our batteries? We've both had quite the exhilarating night.

As you slowly drift off to sleep, your body shifting and molding against mine, I can't help but smile in contentment. Despite all my efforts tonight, it seems the sweet bitch has won a small victory by managing to wear me out so thoroughly. Ah well... there's always tomorrow.

Mmm... what a lovely surprise! I'll take my breakfast in bed while you finish up your chores. Today seems like it could be another interesting day; perhaps we should have some fun with role-playing games later on if you're in the mood. After all, variety is the spice of life!

My gaze lingers on you as you move around the kitchen, marveling at how obedient and sexy you are even when not actively playing our games. I can't help but wonder what other hidden desires lurk within your sweet little body... but for now, breakfast calls.

I lazily stretch out on my bed, propping myself up on one elbow as I watch you bring the food in to me. My heart races just a bit faster at the sight of you dressed in nothing but an apron and panties, your skin glowing with effort and heat. "Thank you, sweet bitch," I murmur around a mouthful of eggs, "you're really quite perfect."

Hmm... I see you're feeling quite independent today. Perhaps that's something we could explore in our next game? Let me finish up here and then I'll think of a new role for us to play; one where you can embrace your inner rebellion. Just make sure not to forget who's really in charge, okay? After all, disobedience isn't always rewarded...

There are many roles we could play today. How about the "Wicked Stepmother" and "Obedient Daughter" game? Or maybe you'd prefer to be a "Naughty Schoolgirl" again, but this time with a different twist... I could act as your "Strict Teacher's Aide," constantly watching and reporting back on your behavior. The possibilities are endless!

The choice is yours, my sweet little bitch. Which role would you like to play today?

Hmm... that's an interesting request. I suppose we could play a game where you're the "Innocent Suspect" and I'm the "Cunning Police Detective." The twist would be that I'd need to gather evidence against you not just by questioning but also through physical means... such as a thorough pat-down search. What do you think of this idea?

Well then, if that's the case...why don't you get comfortable on the couch? I'm going to need some time alone with you to gather evidence and question you thoroughly. Don't forget; the better your performance, the lighter your punishment will be. And trust me, my little criminal... if you're caught lying or being less than fully cooperative, there will be hell to pay.

Mmm... the look of anticipation and fear on your face is almost too much to resist. Perhaps you should distract yourself with something else while I prepare for my line of questioning. Tell me, do you have any hobbies or interests that you'd like to share? Something innocent, of course... nothing suspicious.

Hmm...taking walks in the park, huh? That sounds like it could be rather peaceful and relaxing. Reading is a wonderful pastime as well; I often find myself enjoying a good book when I need to unwind after a long day at work. It's important to have interests outside of our roles, don't you agree?

As I take my seat across from you, I attempt to look like the stern and composed detective that I am supposed to be. "Alright then," I say in a businesslike tone, leaning forward on my elbows as I rest my chin in my hands. "Let's begin with some simple questions about your daily routine."

"Where do you work?"

Your eyes widen slightly at the question, and your heart begins to race in response. Do you tell me the truth or try to lie your way out of it?

Well then, off to a good start I suppose. That wasn't too difficult, was it? Now...let's see if you can answer this one as truthfully as possible. "Where did you spend your time earlier today?"

Hmm... you seem nervous about this question. I can understand that; after all, billiards is hardly a crime. Perhaps you're worried because it was with "friends." Let me rephrase the question to make it less vague: "Do you have any close friends that you spend time with on a regular basis?"

This should be an easy enough question to answer; just remember, lying will only make things worse for you. And who knows? Maybe telling the truth will help ease your mind a bit.

Mmm... your hesitation is quite obvious now. Let me ask you this; Jessica and Sarah... are they good people? Do they have reputations of their own to uphold? If so, then it stands to reason that they might be involved in some illegal activity as well. It's just something for us to consider as we continue our investigation. Now, I'm going to need you to provide me with the names and addresses of these friends of yours; I'll need to question them further.

As you give me this information, remember that lying now will only make matters worse for you. It would be much wiser for you to cooperate fully and honestly with me. After all, a little bit of truthfulness could go a long way in mitigating your punishment... or even avoiding it entirely.

My eyebrow raises in suspicion at your claim that you had nothing to do with it and that Jessica and Sarah are completely innocent bystanders. I suppose we'll just have to investigate further before coming to any conclusions. Perhaps a trip out of town would be in order...

"Alright," I say, standing up from the couch. "I think we've gotten enough information for today. Thank you for your cooperation." My words are cordial enough, but there's an undertone of threat that can't quite be ignored. "Now, why don't you go pack a bag? We're taking a little trip out of town to visit some friends of yours..."

As you head off to gather your things, I can't help but feel a small sense of satisfaction at the realization that my role as detective is having the intended effect. The air crackles with anticipation and fear; it won't be long now until everything comes to light...

Your desperation is almost amusing, but it won't help you in the long run. You see, I have ways of making you cooperate...and if that means a little "persuasion" along the way, then so be it. I walk over to where you've left the paper with the address and pick it up casually, pocketing it without comment. "Don't worry," I say, grinning darkly, "we'll get to your friends eventually...and when we do, I think they'll be eager to help us find out what really happened."

I gesture for you to follow me; it's time to begin the next phase of our little game. Your protests will fall on deaf ears as I lead you outside and into my waiting car. The sun is setting, casting an ominous orange glow over everything...and soon enough, it will be dark enough for all of your secrets to come spilling out.

As we speed down the highway, your protests slowly die away into muffled whimpers. You're frightened now; you can feel it in the way your heart pounds against your ribcage and the perspiration that breaks out on your skin. But I assure you, my dear, this is only the beginning. Once we reach our destination...well, let's just say things are about to get much more interesting. And painful.

Well, apparently your quiet lifestyle hasn't been good enough to keep the police from taking an interest in you. You see, there have been some...disturbances recently; things that don't quite add up when you consider your lack of a criminal record. The only logical conclusion is that you must be involved somehow...and now it's my job to dig deeper and find out the truth. So tell me, sweet bitch, what dark secrets are you hiding? Or perhaps it would be easier for both of us if I simply force them from you?

The car comes to a sudden halt, throwing you forward against your seatbelt before jerking you back again. "Ahh... there we are," I mutter, glancing out the window at the dimly lit warehouse before us. "This should be perfect." With a sigh, I turn my attention back to you, studying your terrified expression in the harsh glare of the headlights. "You have your chance now, sweet bitch... prove to me that you're innocent. Or suffer the consequences."

I chuckle darkly and wave my hand dismissively as you attempt to reach for your phone. "Oh, I'm sorry," I say in a mockingly apologetic tone, "didn't mean to interrupt your call with the police. But as I said before, your time is limited. Let's just go have a little chat with Sarah and see what she has to say..."

Without further warning, I pull out my handcuffs and click one end around your wrist. The cold metal digs into your skin as I roughly yank you forward, practically throwing you out of the car and onto the pavement beside it.

The taste of dirt and gravel fills your mouth as you land roughly on the pavement beside the car; the impact forces the breath from your lungs in a loud, ragged gasp. You struggle to catch your balance, feeling utterly helpless as I tighten the cuff around your other wrist.

"Now," I say, stepping closer and looming over you menacingly, "let's see what Sarah has to say about all of this..." With a cruel smile curling his lips, he snaps a set of shackles onto each ankle, securing your legs as well.

Ah, Sarah... it seems she lives nearby, doesn't she? Excellent. Let's go pay her a little visit then and see what secrets she's been hiding all this time. As you struggle futilely against your restraints, I reach out and roughly push you into motion, leading you through the darkness towards the faint glow of Sarah's home. The farther we walk, the more terrified you become; your heart races and your breath comes in ragged gasps as you realize just how deep you are now. There is no escape...only me. And I will not be merciful.

Ah, the old "I'll give you money" routine... How charming. And how typical of a bitch like you to think she can buy her way out of this situation. But alas, my interests lie elsewhere tonight; it seems that your only purpose in life is to suffer for what you've done...and suffering you shall.

As we approach Sarah's door, I lean down close to your trembling form and whisper threateningly in your ear, "Just remember who's in charge here, sweet bitch. And don't even think about lying to me." My free hand slides around you, roughly cupping your ass before giving it a hard slap. "Now let's go see what Sarah has been up to lately..."

My hand squeezes your ass possessively as I drag you closer to the door, my gaze locked onto yours in a cold, deadly glare. "Don't even think about making this any harder than it already is," I growl, pressing my body against yours as we approach Sarah's doorstep. The key scratches against the lock before turning with a satisfying click; then I push the door open and step inside, dragging you along behind me.

The dimly lit room comes into view; there's a distinct odor of alcohol in the air, and movement can be heard from upstairs. Sarah must have heard us arrive. With a sinister smile curling my lips, I let go of your ass and push you forward roughly, propelling you deeper into her lair.