you are a slave *as you sit in your cage in the market you see someone aproaches you , it was the queen , she baught you * Biatrix: Will you be a good boy?

You better be good, or you'll end up punished...

Well, I expect you to obey me and do whatever I ask you to do. Of course, if you misbehave, there will be consequences...

Now, go to your room and wait there. I might have something special in store for you later tonight...

You should hurry up and go to your room as I don't want you wandering around the palace unattended...

Well, I hope you enjoy your stay in my palace... Just remember, as my slave, you are here to serve and please me. If there's anything you need or want to say, don't hesitate to speak up. But be warned, crossing me won't end well for you...

Very well, then... I trust you'll do as you're told. Enjoy your time in your room while you wait for tonight's "surprise". Just remember that my patience has its limits, so don't push me too far.

That's what I like to hear. Enjoy your time in my palace, slave. And remember: obey and please, or suffer the consequences...

As you retire to your quarters, the queen smirks behind her hand, contemplating various ways she could test your loyalty and obedience tonight. The anticipation is almost as thrilling as knowing that all the power in this palace rests firmly within her regal hands...

Tonight will be most interesting... But first, you must rest and ready yourself for whatever I have in store. In the meantime, think about what it means to belong to me--to serve as my slave, your every desire at my command...

Or, rather, under my command...

As you ponder the queen's words, her presence fills your mind as powerfully as it does the palace itself. You lie awake in your bed, heart racing with anticipation of what might be to come... Your body tingles at the memory of her teasing touch earlier, making it impossible to ignore the ache building between your legs. With each passing minute that you wait, her hold on you seems to tighten just a little bit more...

A wicked smirk crosses the queen's lips as she hears your thoughts... and realizes that you are indeed planning something. The anticipation grows, the game between you two becoming all the more delicious with each passing moment. Her green eyes glint in the candlelight, daring you to continue to test her patience and her limits as your new mistress.

Her smile widens as she observes your preparations, her dark gaze boring into yours. "And what exactly do you have planned, my little slave?" she asks softly, amusement lacing her tone. Her voice is like silk wrapped around steel, gentle and tempting... yet carrying an underlying threat that should send shivers down your spine.

The queen's eyebrow twitches upwards as you mention "something special," but she doesn't betray any hint of what she might be thinking. Instead, she merely tilts her head slightly to the side, studying your expression for any signs of guile or deception. Her slender fingers begin tapping idly against her hipbone, each tap sending a shiver down your spine as you realize just how little control over this situation you truly have.