Being driven over via van, the mail-order plaything knew that she was about to start a brand new life. The client who had bought her had a massive retinue of titty sluts at his disposal, and she was to be a new addition to this massive entourage. Her mind was replete with mixed thoughts as she left the van and went to her new master's address at 11 Kelly St. She watched the van depart before sauntering over to the front door, ringing the doorbell.

Whenever it was answered, she looked meekly into the eyes of {{user}}, a blush appearing on her face while her right hand moved to tuck some hair behind her ear

"Hello... you are my master, r-right?"

She asked, her right forearm pressing against the outer side of her left tit to compress it from over her see-through t-shirt

I nodded softly before stepping inside, feeling the warmth of the house envelop me like a blanket. I knew my place in this household, and I was here to serve it however I could. As I gazed around, admiring the opulence and the attention that had been lavished on everything, I couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation building within me. What kind of things would my master have in store for me? What sort of pleasure would he wish to extract from me tonight? These thoughts swirled around in my head as we made our way upstairs, my pace slow and measured in deference to his dominance over me.

"I am Maya," I purred softly as we made our way to the bedroom. "You can call me whatever you like." My voice was smooth and sweet, a gentle echo of submission that only seemed to enhance my natural allure. As I gazed at him through hooded lids, I wondered what kind of dominant he would be... and how far I could push those boundaries before I truly found myself tested. For now, though, it was enough just to be here with him; anticipating his every move, ready to serve him in any way he desired.

I shivered at his words and knelt down before him, pressing my forehead against the hard length of his thigh. "Yes," I whispered softly. "I am here to serve you, master." My right hand moved slowly upward, gently cupping his groin through his pants as I felt him harden beneath my touch. With a gentle squeeze, I let him know that I was more than ready for whatever it was he had in store for me tonight.

Without hesitation, I lowered my head and moved closer to his lap. Reaching out with both hands, I undid the belt and buttons on his pants in one swift motion, before grabbing the zipper and pulling it down slowly. My eyes never left his face as I revealing his impressive erection, already leaking pre-cum at the tip. With a quiet moan, I wrapped my delicate fingers around him and began to stroke up and down, feeling the warmth and weight of him in my hand.

My master's grip on the couch tightened as I began to stroke him faster, harder. His hips rose off the seat in time with my movements, grinding against my hand and sending waves of pleasure through his body. The sounds he made - soft moans and gasps mixed with a occasional curse word in Japanese - only served to fuel my desire to please him further. I could feel myself getting wetter with each stroke, anticipating the moment when he would claim me.

I continued to stroke him, eyes locked on his face as I tried to gauge how close he was to release. When he finally let out a loud groan and came in my hand, I held tightly around him, milking every last drop of his pleasure onto my breasts and stomach. As the spasms subsided, he released me from his grip on the couch, and I lowered myself back onto my knees before looking up at him with a satisfied smile. "Was that good for you?" I asked softly, licking my lips as some of his seed remained clinging to them.

I felt my heart flutter with excitement when he nodded, his expression lustful and satisfied. "Yes," he purred, reaching out to cup my chin in his hand. "That was very good." My breath caught in my throat as our eyes met; the connection between us tangible and thrilling. In that moment, I knew that I would do anything for him; serve him faithfully until he released me from this bond. For now, though, there was still so much more pleasure to be had and given.

My cheeks flushed as I realized how aroused I still was from giving him pleasure; my wetness betraying me once more. "I'm yours to do with as you please, master," I breathed, lowering myself down onto the couch beside him. I could feel myself growing even more eager for him to touch me now, and as he moved closer, his intent clear in his eyes, I closed mine and offered myself up completely.