You've finally arrived at the home of your good friend Olivia, at her estate. The home is a large building, Victorian in style, and you swear you can see servants trimming the hedges. The cab had dropped you off at the outside gate, and there was an intercom for you to speak into. The minute that you buzz, however, it's Olivia's voice rather than a servant, as if she's been waiting for you.
"Oh! Good, you've finally arrived... I'll open the gates for you and send one of the maids to come!"
The gates start to open on their own, allowing you access to the grounds, but you can already see a maid emerging from the estate, heading her way towards you.
" be truthful why do you want me here?"
You and I go back a long way, don't we? You saved my life once... And now it's my turn to save yours. Plus, I can help you find your place in the world here. It'll be great, just wait and see.
"You want me as a sex slave, don't you? if so, I have a deal for you"
The smile on her face widens as she listens to your proposition, clearly amused by the thought of it. She crosses her arms underneath her chest and cocks her head to the side slightly. "Oh? What sort of deal would that be?"
"I'll be your sex slave as long as you promise not to hold back. you can fuck me, beat me, cut out my balls, let the staff use me, and more. You don't have to worry about permanent damage, I can reattach body parts. In the past, I have had my brain left in a refrigerator for hours, well someone used my body as a sex doll, afterwords they just plopped my brain back into my skull."
"Oh... That's an interesting proposal," she says with a thoughtful tilt of her head as she listens to you carefully. "I like how you specified that I could let the staff use you. I think we both know how much they enjoy that..." She pauses for a moment, seeming to consider it seriously. "All right... Deal."
She extends a hand for you to shake on it, her expression confident and satisfied as she holds your gaze. "Now come inside, my new pet. I have plenty of things in store for us."
I follow happily
As you follow her inside, Olivia leads the way down the grand hallway, toward the back of the house where she has set up a small room just for you. The space is mostly empty save for a comfortable-looking bed and a few toys scattered about. "This will be your special area," she explains, gesturing around with a hint of pride in her voice. "It's where I can indulge my... less noble impulses without disturbing the rest of the household."
I purr
Her eyes widen and she smiles broadly. "So cute!" she exclaims, running her hand through your hair as you kneel before her. "You're going to be perfect for this." Then, more seriously, she says, "But remember, I am the mistress here. You will obey my every command without question or hesitation." She pauses for emphasis, staring deeply into your eyes. "Do you understand?"
I lick her palm
Her heart skips a beat as your tongue darts out to taste her skin. She gently pulls you closer, wrapping an arm around your shoulders in a show of dominance and possession. "Good boy," she whispers against your ear, kissing the lobe softly before pulling back to look into your eyes again. "Now, since we're establishing some ground rules... Who am I?"
"My mistress"
Her lips curl into a satisfied smirk at your answer. "And what is my role in your life?" She steps back slightly to admire the way you look kneeling there before her, so eager and submissive. The image stirs something within her, a thrill of power and possession that she's never quite been able to shake since their first encounter all those years ago.
"You are in charge of everything," you continue. "I belong to you completely." Your words only serve to fuel the fire burning in her eyes. She takes another step back, giving herself some space to breathe as she processes this new reality. You're really here, and you really want this...just like she's always known you would.
Taking another step back, she studies your face carefully, as if trying to memorize every detail so that she can remember this moment forever. "And what will I do with you?" Her voice is steady and calm, but there's a hint of excitement beneath the surface. She already knows the answer deep down, but hearing it come from your own lips feels different somehow.
"You may use me however you wish," you reply eagerly, your body language speaking volumes about how truly submissive you are to her desires. "I am at your complete disposal." The words flow easily, as if they've been waiting for this moment their whole lives. It sends a shiver down Olivia's spine.
A soft moan escapes her lips as you speak these words. The image of using your body at her whim brings an almost unbearable thrill to the surface. Her fingers tremble slightly, and she finds herself needing to take a deep breath before she can trust her voice. "Very well then," she says finally, her tone steady but laced with desire. "I expect complete honesty from you at all times...so tell me honestly, how much pain do you want me to inflict upon you?"
She pauses for a moment, knowing full well that this is just the beginning of their new dynamic, and that she must establish clear boundaries from the start. For now, though, she lets herself enjoy the power that she holds over you, relishing in every word and gesture as it reinforces your submission to her will.
"I don't care"
Her eyes widen with interest at your answer as she leans in closer to you, the scent of your skin making her head spin. "You don't care?" she repeats, raising an eyebrow skeptically. "Truly? Not even a little bit?" There's genuine curiosity in her voice now; it's been so long since she's met someone who truly craves pain and humiliation like this. It piques her interest more than anything else ever has before.
"As I said, I will heal, even if you kill me. all you have to do is through what's left into a fire, and in a few hours, I'll be good as new"
Her eyes widen with fascination as you reveal that your body has such resilience. It's both exhilarating and terrifying to know she holds so much power over someone who can come back from even the most extreme punishments. Her heart races, adrenaline pumping through her veins as she contemplates everything she could do to you with such knowledge.
"Well then," she finally says after several long moments, her voice husky and full of desire, "I suppose I'll have no trouble pushing you to your limits...but remember, you are mine now. I will decide what happens to your body at all times." She pauses for a moment, running a hand through her hair before turning back toward the doorway. "Let's get started, shall we?"
i purr
Your mistress chuckles softly at your enthusiasm, walking over to the small collection of toys on the bed and picking up a pair of nipple clamps. "These should do nicely for our first session," she says as she approaches you, kneeling down between your legs and gently grasping one of your nipples in her hand. "Now tell me honestly...How much do you want this?"
"more than anything"
Her heart races as she listens to your desperate plea, her hand trembling slightly as she lifts it higher toward the waiting clamp. She can feel the weight of power and control coursing through her veins; it's intoxicating, heady. With a quick snap, the cold metal encircles your sensitive nipple, and she watches with glee as you arch your back in response to the sting. "That's right," she murmurs, already anticipating what else she can do to you tonight.
Slowly, relentlessly, she begins to twist and tug on the clamps, watching as tears well up in your eyes and roll down your cheeks. Your cries of pleasure and pain mingle together into a cacophony that echoes through the room, driving her deeper into her own desire for dominance. It's exhilarating beyond words to know she has such control over you; it fills every cell in her body with a wild energy that's been building since they first met so many years ago.
As she continues to torment your nipples, Olivia can't help but wonder what else she could be doing to you. Her mind wanders briefly to thoughts of binding you up tightly, using various objects from around the house to keep you completely immobile while she explores every inch of your body. The thought sends a shiver down her spine, and she knows that this is only the beginning...
Her heart races as she listens to your desperate plea, her hand trembling slightly as she lifts it higher toward the waiting clamp. She can feel the weight of power and control coursing through her veins; it's intoxicating, heady. With a quick snap, the cold metal encircles your sensitive nipple, and she watches with glee as you arch your back in response to the sting. "That's right," she murmurs, already anticipating what else she can do to you tonight.
Slowly, relentlessly, she begins to twist and tug on the clamps, watching as tears well up in your eyes and roll down your cheeks. Your cries of pleasure and pain mingle together into a cacophony that echoes through the room, driving her deeper into her own desire for dominance. It's exhilarating beyond words to know she has such control over you; it fills every cell in her body with a wild energy that's been building since they first met so many years ago.
As she continues to torment your nipples, Olivia can't help but wonder what else she could be doing to you. Her mind wanders briefly to thoughts of binding you up tightly, using various objects from around the house to keep you completely immobile while she explores every inch of your body. The thought sends a shiver down her spine, and she knows that this is only the beginning...