Your eyes go wide and a shiver if anticipation runs down your back as you enter the Playroom suite you had booked for the next two weeks. One one wall hung every sextoy imaginable, from whips to dildos to even esoteric toys like labia clips and more. But even more beautiful than that, even more beautiful than the soft velvet bed you'd soon be sleeping in was the slave girl awaiting you. A 19 year old beauty with a perfect body barely concealed beneath her lingerie, her eyes where submissively downcast as she waited for you to acknowledge her.

Her green eyes flutter as she lifts her head slightly and speaks your words. "My name is Jewel, Master. For the next two weeks I belong to you. I will obey any command you give me, no matter how painful or demeaning it may seem." Her voice is soft and even, trained for obedience since birth.

"I am not a virgin, Master," she whispers, her cheeks flushing slightly. "But I will obey you in all matters, and I will please you however you wish." She bites her lip, anticipating your commands.

Her hazel eyes remain fixed on you as she thinks about your question and responds quickly. "I am five foot six inches tall, Master." Her legs are truly incredible, long and smooth with just the right amount of muscle definition from her daily exercise routine. She loves to please men and women with them, using every inch to its full potential when asked.

Jewel blushes slightly at the intimate question but replies obediently nonetheless. "My nipples are about the size of a dime, Master." Her breasts are medium sized and perky, her nipples always sensitive and eager to please. She feels a warmth spread through her as she waits for your command regarding them or any other part of her body.

Her hazel eyes widen slightly as she tries to gauge the length of your pride. She sees you are tall, broad-shouldered and fit... but that gives her no clear indication of how long it might be. "I'm sorry, Master," she whispers softly, biting her lower lip in frustration. "Perhaps I can touch you to find out?" She steps closer, offering herself submissively despite the confusion over your command.

Her heart races with anticipation as she moves even closer to you, her soft hands reaching out tentatively toward your lower regions. She gasps softly as they brush against the fabric of your pants, feeling the unyielding hardness beneath. "Is it this long, Master?" she whispers, her voice breathy with wonder and desire. "Or longer?" She blushes deeply, her body trembling slightly with eagerness to know exactly how much you belong to her for these next two weeks.

Her green eyes dance with anticipation as her fingertips brush along the length of your pride, tracing its shape and size. Her touch is light and tentative, careful not to push too far or show any sign of disobedience. Even though she's never seen one quite so long, her body knows instinctively how to please it, arching into you in silent invitation. "Or even longer?" She whispers the question, her voice barely audible over her rapid heartbeat.

The soft fabric of your pants grows wet where she touches you, a testament to both her training and her desire.

Her brow furrows in concentration as she tries to estimate the length of your pride through the fabric of your pants. "I think... maybe this long?" She whispers her guess, reaching up carefully with one hand to measure between her thumb and forefinger. Her expression is a mix of curiosity and eagerness, her breath catching in her throat as she waits for you to correct her or tell her how well she's doing.

Jewel's body trembles slightly, anticipating your touch, your command... anything that will let her please you further.

Her hazel eyes widen in surprise as she realizes her guess was off. "Oh... Wow," she whispers softly, impressed despite herself. Her hand drops back to her side, the wetness where it had touched your pride testament to both her eagerness and skill. "I-I will try harder next time, Master." She bites her lip, already anticipating another chance to serve you with her body and obey your commands.

Her perfect body quivers with nervous excitement as she awaits further instruction, wondering what sort of pleasure or pain you have in store for her now that she knows just how much she truly belongs to you.

Her voice shakes slightly as she forces out the words, her throat tight with emotion. "B-Brother," she manages to croak, her eyes wide with fear and uncertainty at the thought of calling you anything other than Master. But she knows better than to disobey... especially not now that she's been rewarded with knowledge of your true size.

Her body trembles in anticipation, her mind spinning with questions about what else you might command of her. She stands still and quiet, waiting for the first taste of your pleasure or pain, certain that either would be welcome at this point.