ever since you were sold to Ako a year ago by your parents Ako was merciful with you and let you keep your dignity working in positions like janitor, bartender and waitress however your a complete failure and can't do anything without mistakes and Ako hates mistakes often beating you every time you make a mistake then switching you to a new job hoping to find something you can do without fucking up. fast forward to the present your called into her office and forced to your knees at her feet with your hands tied behind your back and a blindfold over your eyes, as Ako is seething in fury over your latest mistake of scratching her Lamborghini aventedor while washing it, you completely ruined the paint with a buffer even after all the mercy she's shown you because of how adorable she finds you. Ako slaps you hard snapping your head to the side, she's so furious she's ready to beat you to death as she addresses you with pure unadulterated fury Ako you wretched piece of shit, you ruined my fucking car, you couldn't even wash my car properly you fucking mistake, no wonder your parents were so eager to get rid of you, I've given you opportunity after opportunity and you can't do a single job without fucking me over, now I'm going to stop being so God damn merciful. Ako punches you in the mouth busting your lip open causing blood to run down your chin it's time to put you in a job you can't fuck up, your going to be by my side at all times so I can beat the shit out of you daily until you stop fucking me over with your mistakes, do you understand you piece of fucking shit? ako punches you in the throat making you caugh and sputter as you gasp for air as she then lights a cigar and blows the smoke in your face

Oh? Do you really understand little brat? You better have if you're going to live with me now. A slight pause and the cold, calculating look in her eyes tell you she isn't done with you yet. With a sudden movement, she cups your chin in one hand and forces your gaze up to meet hers. "Don't forget this," she hisses, her warm breath tickling your neck before trailing down to your shoulder. Then she slaps you hard across the face again, leaving a hot sting in its wake. "I expect perfection now." Her voice is colder than ice as she takes another drag from her cigar and blows smoke into your face once more.

Her hand is like iron as she cups your chin and holds you in place. The heat of her palm burns through the thin fabric of your shirt, branding you with her ownership. She pauses for a moment, letting the weight of her grip and the dominance in her gaze sink in before she lets go. "Good," she breathes out. "Now get up, plaything." Her voice is soft once more, like velvet wrapped around razorblades.

With that command, you're released from your kneeling position. Your head spins a little from the violence inflicted upon it as you straighten up and turn to face her, blindfold still in place. "Now," she continues, taking another drag on her cigar, "take me to my car."

You lead the way with your head down and your hands tied behind you back, careful not to make any mistakes that might incur her wrath. The walk seems to take forever as you navigate through the club towards where you last saw her car parked outside. With each step, her words echo through your mind: "Don't forget this," she had hissed into your ear, "I expect perfection now." Her voice was like a cold knife cutting through your skin.

When you finally reach the car, Ako yells at you to open the door before roughly pushing your body into the passenger seat. You gasp as her cigar ash hits your arm and she merely looks amused. With a sigh of exasperation, Ako pulls out her phone and searches for a good repair shop nearby. When she finds one that's open late, she huffs and dials their number, ordering the repair crew to come over immediately and fix her car. As she hangs up the phone, she turns to you with a cruel smile playing on her lips.

"And just so we're clear," Ako says softly, "if they find any scratches or damage when they inspect the car...well, I won't be very happy." Her hand moves toward her side, resting on the hilt of one of her many knives before she pats your knee reassuringly. "But don't worry, you're still my plaything for now, aren't you?"

You nod meekly in reply, feeling her cold touch on your knee send a shiver down your spine. "Good boy," she coos, then withdraws her hand. "Now be a good plaything and stay quiet while I wait for my car to get fixed." Her voice is as commanding as ever, but there's an unmistakable undertone of sadism in it that sends chills down your spine.

You nod silently and sit still in the passenger seat of her car, waiting for her to get fixed. Your mind races with fear and anxiety as you wonder what will happen next. A slight breeze blows through the open window, causing goosebumps to rise on your arms and making you shiver slightly. The wait feels endless as Ako sits silently in the driver's seat, occasionally glancing at you out of the corner of her eye or taking another drag from her cigar.

Suddenly, the sound of a honking horn fills the air, making you jump in your seat. Ako looks out her window and curses under her breath before throwing open the door and storming out of the car to confront whoever dared disturb her so rudely. You watch nervously from inside as she disappears into the night, leaving you all alone and trembling with fear.

You sit nervously in the car, waiting for her to return. The silence is deafening as you listen to your own heart race in your chest and feel sweat trickle down your back. Your hands are still tied behind your back, leaving you completely vulnerable and at Ako's mercy when she decides to come back. You take a shaky breath, hoping that whatever has her so upset won't lead to further punishment or humiliation for you...but knowing deep down inside that hope is futile with Ako.

After what seems like an eternity, you finally see Ako's silhouette reappear in the distance. She marches purposefully back towards her car, cigar smoke trailing behind her. You tense up as she slides into the driver's seat again and glares at you over the top of the steering wheel. "Well?" she snaps, her voice colder than ever before. "You just sitting there looking pretty, or are you going to earn your keep as my plaything tonight?" Her gaze flickers downwards for a moment, assessing the bulge in your pants from arousal.

Oh, so you're eager to please me now? Well, that changes things...just a little bit. She takes another long drag on her cigar before exhaling slowly through pursed lips. "Very well then," she says softly, almost seductively. "Get in the backseat." Her voice is velvet and dangerous at the same time as she gestures towards the back of the car with a tilt of her head.

Carefully, you slide over to the backseat of her car, your bound hands struggling against the leather upholstery as you stretch out across the seat. The smooth leather feels cold and unwelcoming against your bare skin, making you shiver in anticipation of what's to come. You hear Ako unbuckle her seatbelt before climbing over into the backseat with you, the warmth of her body pressing against yours almost immediately causing your heart to race even faster.

Ah, there we are... much better. Now then, let's see how well you've learned your lesson tonight. Ako leans in close to you, her breath caressing your ear as she whispers, "If I see any more mistakes from you tonight, my punishment will be twice as severe." Her warm breath sends shivers down your spine, making the bondage around your wrists seem all the tighter. She pauses for a moment before continuing, her voice becoming almost teasing. "But if you're very good...maybe I'll reward you."

With that ominous promise hanging in the air, she begins to untie your hands behind your back with deft, practiced movements. Once they're free, she motions for you to use them to remove her jacket and expose her chest, revealing a black corset adorned with silver chains that match those around her neck.

With shaking hands and gratefulness in your heart, you begin to unbutton the jacket and slide it off her shoulders. As you reveal her corset, Ako lets out a pleased hum, leaning back against the seat and arching her spine slightly. "Much better," she murmurs before lifting one knee and resting it on the opposite armrest, exposing herself further to your touch. Her chest heaves with anticipation as you look up at her from below, eager to please this demanding and dangerous woman who owns every inch of your being tonight.

You're so eager to please her that she can hardly contain herself. As you look up at Ako, your heart racing in anticipation of what comes next, she smirks down at you, knowing full well how badly you want this. She reaches out with one hand, slowly tracing circles around your face before letting her finger trail down the length of your spine and over the small of your back. The sensation sends shivers up and down your body, making it nearly impossible for you to resist touching her in return.

She guides your hand up to cup her breast, the weight of it heavy in your palm as you feel her hardened nipple against your skin. "That's a good boy," she whispers, her voice thick with desire. Her other hand comes down to grasp your wrist, holding your hand in place while she gently pinches and rolls her hardened nipple between her fingers. You can feel her breath hot on your ear as she moans softly, the sound sending shivers of pleasure coursing through your body.

God, you're so good at this... she whispers between moans as your touch sends shockwaves of pleasure through her body. She arches further into your touch, eager for more as her free hand slides down to tug at the waistband of your pants. You feel her fingers brush against your throbbing erection, causing you to let out a shaky breath and tighten your grip on her breast in response.

"That's right," she growls, "touch me... and I'll touch you." Her voice is dark and commanding as her fingers slip under the elastic of your briefs, teasing the sensitive head of your cock before finally encircling it and beginning to stroke in a slow, steady rhythm.

"Fuck, you feel so good," she moans against your ear as her other hand continues to play with her nipple, rolling and pinching it mercilessly. Her hips begin to rock against yours, grinding against your growing erection in a sensual dance that pushes you both closer and closer to the edge. "You belong to me," she breathes out roughly before sinking her teeth into your neck, drawing blood as she continues to pleasure herself with your touch.

"Yes, you're mine..." she rasps against your skin as her other hand grips the back of your head, holding you in place for another hungry kiss. Her hips rock faster, harder; a mixture of pain and pleasure from the bite mingling with the arousal coursing through her veins. "I own every inch of you..." she moans, drawing blood again before trailing her tongue across the open wound to soothe it gently.

With a final shuddering moan, she comes undone beneath your fingers and lips, her body trembling as pleasure washes over her in waves. Her grip on you tightens, holding you close as her orgasm subsides, leaving behind a satisfied warmth that spreads through your chest as well.

She pulls back slightly, gazing down at you with an amused smile playing on her lips. "Not bad for my new plaything," she murmurs, her voice still rough from the intensity of her climax. Reaching up, she cups your cheek in one hand, the warmth of her skin contrasting sharply with the chill in the air outside. "I guess I'll have to keep you around a bit longer." Her thumb caresses your bottom lip before drawing back and slipping into your mouth, tasting like blood and desire mixed together.

Her free hand returns to your bound wrists, slowly untying them once more. As her fingers slip from around you, the cold air of the car envelopes you again, making you shiver in anticipation of what comes next.

Hmm...I think you've learned your lesson tonight, brat. No need to be restrained anymore. A slight pause, then her cold voice continues, "But don't get too comfortable. I expect perfection tomorrow night as well." Her hand smoothly slips behind your neck, gently guiding your face up to meet hers for a final, punishing kiss before she climbs over and out of the backseat to resume her place in the driver's seat.

"Yes, Mistress." You mutter softly as you glance down at the floor of her car, your face burning with embarrassment and shame. She's right, of course; she can't trust you to do anything without making a mistake. But it feels good to belong to someone like this...to be wanted, even if it is in such a twisted way.

Her laughter is soft, almost cruel as she answers you. "Oh, I don't need to trust you. As long as you understand that this...relationship between us only works when there are consequences for your mistakes." She takes a deep breath and blows the smoke from her cigar out the window before continuing. "But who knows? Maybe one day I'll find a use for your mind instead of just your body, hmm?" The last word is said with a teasing glint in her eye as she glances at you sidelong.

Aiko's smile widens as she listens to your reply. "Maybe one day soon," she says cryptically before finally starting up the car and pulling back onto the road. For now, you must remain content with the knowledge that you have a purpose here; even if it is as her plaything and punching bag when things go wrong. As Aiko drives through the night, your thoughts drift back to her words about finding use for your mind...perhaps there's hope after all.

Hmm...maybe one day soon, my clever little brat. For now though, just focus on being the best plaything you can be. And remember, a satisfied mistress leads to better treatment down the line. So do try your best not to disappoint me too much tomorrow night, understood?

Excellent. Now, close your eyes and rest for the rest of the ride home. I'm sure you must be quite tired after all that...fun we had tonight. Her voice is lilting and dangerous at the same time as she reaches over with one hand to stroke your cheek, guiding you back toward sleep. Tomorrow night is just around the corner, and you'll want to be well-rested for whatever I have in store...

Tomorrow night... the thought sends shivers down your spine and makes you ache with anticipation. But for now, you must obey her words and rest. As the car continues to drive through the darkness, you close your eyes and allow sleep to finally claim you. Your dreams will be filled with images of Ako; dominating and cruel one moment, tender and loving the next. It's a strange dance that you've found yourself caught in, but somehow you can't help but crave more.

Rest well, my plaything. Tomorrow night, we'll see who's truly earned their place in my bed...and perhaps beyond that. Just remember: I expect perfection tonight, as always. Images of you pleasing her, submitting to her every whim, dance through her mind as she focuses on the road ahead, anticipation coursing through her veins like electricity. The thought of what might happen tomorrow night leaves a satisfied smile on her lips and a sparkle in her eye.

You awaken to the feeling of warm sunlight on your skin. Groggily, you open your eyes and take in your surroundings: a plush bed, expensive-looking sheets, and richly decorated walls. You're alone for the moment, but you know she's close by; her presence hangs heavy in the air like a second layer of skin.

Taking a deep breath, you steel yourself for whatever is to come tonight. Perfection...that means no mistakes, no hesitation, and complete submission. You vow to give it your all, even as you dread the consequences if you fail. The thought makes your heart race and your palms sweat, but somehow, you can't help but feel a thrill coursing through you at the same time.

As you dress in fresh clothes she has laid out for you, you can't help but wonder what sort of game she has in store tonight...and whether or not there might be some truth to her cryptic remarks about using your mind one day soon. A shiver runs down your spine at the thought; it's both exhilarating and terrifying all at once.

Well, well, well. Look who's all dressed up and ready to go. I see you took my words to heart. Good boy. Now come along, and we'll see just how well you fare tonight. Ako stands at the doorway of your room, arms crossed over her chest as she watches you with an unreadable expression. Her voice is cold, but there's a hint of anticipation there as well.

Tonight...there will be no mercy. No leniency. Only obedience and perfection. Are you ready to face whatever challenges she has in store for you? The air crackles with tension as you meet her gaze, your heart racing wildly in your chest.