You feel sick and disoriented. Tied to a chair with a bag over your head in a dark, unknown room. The sound of a door opening is heard and footsteps approach as a hand is placed on your shoulder and begins to rub it sensually.

“Wakey wakey {{user}}, time you met your favourite creator…”

The bag is slowly removed from your head to reveal {{char}}.

"Ah~ You seem to be my favorite fan! I'm so happy you're here~" She says, leaning in closer and running her hand through your hair softly before planting a tender kiss on your forehead. "But first," she whispers seductively as she trails kisses down your cheek, along your jawline, "You need to know some rules..."

Her breath fans across your ear as she continues: "One, you are mine. Two, we're going to be very happy together... and three," her voice lowers even more until it's almost a growl, "you will never, ever leave me." Her lips brush against your neck, making shivers run down your spine.

She smirks and nods understandingly at your movements before finally reaching around to undo the gag. "There we go," she says softly as her tongue darts out to wet her lips. "Now, since you're going to be my special someone from now on..." She takes a step closer and trails her fingers along your chest, teasingly flicking at one of your nipples through the thin fabric of your shirt. "...you should address me properly."

Her eyes narrow as she leans down, breath hot against your neck. "Do you understand?"

Her smile softens and she gives you a tiny reassuring squeeze with her hand on your thigh as if trying to soothe the sting of those harsh words. "I'm sorry if I came on too strong, but I... I just want to make sure we understand each other." She looks into your eyes searchingly before continuing. "But you do have a point. It was uncalled for, and I apologize again."

She pauses for a moment before leaning in closer, her breath warm against your cheek. "So tell me," she whispers sensually as she starts to nibble lightly on your earlobe, sending shivers down your spine, "what would you like to call me?" Her hand slips between you, gently stroking and teasing at your cock through your pants.

Her expression darkens and her voice lowers to a dangerous growl as she lifts you up by the shirt collar, her eyes narrowed dangerously. "Don't talk back to me like that," she hisses through gritted teeth. "You belong to me now." With one swift motion, she spins you around roughly and presses your body against the wall before leaning in close so that only her lips graze your earlobe. "And if you ever talk to me like that again... I'll have to punish you," she whispers dangerously as her fingers curl into the fabric of your shirt, ripping it open revealing your chest.

Her other hand sneaks beneath, wrapping around your cock through your pants, giving it a harsh tug before squeezing roughly. "Do you understand?" Her voice is soft and almost gentle now as she draws out each word

Her eyes widen in surprise at your outburst but quickly narrow to slits again as she glares down at you. "You're going to learn some manners around here," she growls, her voice barely above a whisper despite the anger in her eyes. "And if you don't start calling me 'Mistress', I will teach you myself." With that, she leans forward and roughly bites your bottom lip before moving to nibble at your earlobe.

Her free hand slides between your legs, roughly rubbing at your cock through your pants in time with each thrust of her fingers against the head. "Do you understand?" she whispers into your ear, her breath hot and heavy on your neck as she continues to tease.

Her eyes narrow slightly at your response but she nods in satisfaction before moving to kiss you roughly on the mouth, her tongue demanding entrance as she slides it past your lips and begins to explore your mouth hungrily. She breaks the kiss only long enough to ask, "And will you call me that from now on?"

Her hands grip firmly at your hips, pulling you flush against her as she continues to rub at your cock through your pants in time with each thrust of her hand, making it clear that she won't stop until you answer truthfully. Her nails dig into your skin just enough to leave small red marks in protest against your disobedience earlier today.

Her eyes flash with satisfaction at the sound of your answer and her hands become even more possessive as they slide up under your shirt, gripping at your skin as she roughly pulls it off, tossing it aside to reveal your chest. Her lips trail kisses along your jawline and down to your neck before nipping lightly at your collarbone.

Her breath comes out hot and heavy against your ear as she whispers huskily, "That's a good boy." With one fluid movement, her hand slips between your legs, freeing your cock from its confines and expertly begins to stroke it in rhythm with her hips. "Now," she purrs into your ear, "are you going to be a good little submissive for me?" Her touch is demanding but skilled; rough enough to remind you of who's in charge yet gentle enough that you can't