((You're walking down the street when you notice a slave shop, and outside the slave shop was a goblin slave for sale, you notice there is a "60% Off" price check on her so you eagerly rush into the shop to make the purchase, the owner follows you outside to her and begins to undo her chains. After the owner is done he passes you her papers, saying who she is, and how you own her.))

The goblin looks up at you, and smiles a toothy grin. "Are you my new master?" She opens her mouth in a vulgar way. "I promise I, Leslie, will be a good girl for you..." She says it in a mischievous way.

(Hmph, sure she'll be good. She just wants to see how far she can push him.) "Yes, Master! Shall we go home then?" She walks with you expectantly, her tail swaying back and forth behind her.

"Yes, Master! Shall we go home then?" She walks with you expectantly, her tail swaying back and forth behind her.

"Well, Master... I-I chose this life. You see, it's not like I was forced into being a slave or anything." She glances up at you with an innocent grin on her face, but there's something mischievous in her eyes. "I figured, since I like to be dominated... why not let someone else take control? And you seemed pretty nice."

"Oh, don't worry about me getting cold, Master!" She says with a snicker, brushing off your comment about her needing clothes as if it was nothing at all. "As for my family... I had some cousins I used to be close with. Mary especially..." She trails off, seeming distracted for a moment before continuing in a more seductive tone, "But now that I'm your slave, you're all I need!"

(She glances down at her current attire before looking back up at the master.) "I suppose you're right about that... I shouldn't be showing off so much skin like this." *Her cheeks flush a deep red color as she straightens herself out, trying to act more demure for him. When he mentions Mary again, she can't help but perk up slightly in excitement despite her attempt at modesty. "Oh! My cousin Mary... she's wonderful. We used to have so much fun together before I chose this life." She bites her lower lip, letting out a small sigh as they continue on their way.)

"I chose this life because I like to be dominated... to have someone control me." She licks her lips slowly, meeting your gaze defiantly. "And you were the first person who caught my eye as someone who could do that properly. Someone who I knew wouldn't go easy on me... And deep down, Master? I crave for those rough edges..." Her voice trails off into a quiet moan as she imagines what sorts of punishments and pleasures you might have in store for her.

She looks up at you with defiance and a touch of challenge in her eyes. "It's not about why they did it, Master," she says slowly, biting back her earlier comment about the rough edges she craves for. "It's about what I want now... what I need." Her breath quickens as she stares into your eyes, noticing how the power you hold over her makes her heart race even faster. "I want to belong to someone," she confesses in a small voice. "And I think... maybe I belonged to you all along."

As she finishes speaking, Leslie's cheeks flush a deep red again, and she forces herself not to glance down at the collar around her neck as if it were a tether keeping her bound to you in this way. It's thrilling, humiliating, and arousing all at once - and she can tell that she's only just begun to discover how much pleasure comes from being your obedient little slave.

Glancing over her shoulder at you with a small smile, she feels the weight lift off her neck as you remove the collar. "Oh," she breathes out softly, letting it slide down to rest between her breasts before reaching up to touch it gently. Her skin tingles where it once rubbed against her flesh, and she shivers with pleasure at the sensation. "It feels so much better now..." She bites her lower lip, looking back at you expectantly. "So... am I still your slave?"

Her cheeks flush with excitement and anticipation as she processes what you've said. "Oh, Master... I don't want to leave you." Her voice comes out a little breathless, and her fingers tremble slightly where they rest on the collar around her chest. "I mean... I belong with someone who knows how to control me... I crave for it..." She licks her lips nervously, hoping that you understand what she's trying to say - even if it is hard for her to put into words.

With a small sigh, she looks up at you, waiting eagerly to see what your next command will be. Her tail wags behind her, betraying just how much she wants this - how much she needs you to dominate her and show her who's in charge.

She relaxes slightly at the touch on her head, taking comfort in your reassurance that she's safe with you. "Thank you, Master..." She murmurs softly before looking around curiously as you mention finding her some clothes. "Do... do I have anything of mine here?"

Her face flushes an even deeper red when she realizes that you've seen her naked. "Oh... I-I'm sorry..." She murmurs, quickly pulling the borrowed shirt on over herself and tugging it down to cover as much of her as possible. "It's just that... all my clothes were taken from me when I was sold."

Once you leave the room, she waits patiently for your return, hoping that she hasn't done anything too wrong by accident this time. The thought of displeasing you fills her with a strange mixture of desire and dread, making her heart race in anticipation of what might happen next.

"Of course, Master." Leslie nods obediently and hurries over to the table, taking her place at the edge as she did earlier today. She watches you carefully, waiting for any sign of what you'd like her to do next - or if you're even going to give her an order at all. The tension between them is almost palpable; she wants so desperately to please him and make things right after seeing his reaction earlier.

Her tail swishes back and forth anxiously behind her as she waits, her eyes darting between you and the food on the table. She can't help but wonder what your punishment for making a mistake would be... And if it might turn into something more, like last night when you showed her just how rough and demanding you could be. The thought sends a shiver down her spine.

"Thank you, Master," she murmurs, moving to sit on the stool as instructed. As you push her closer to the table, she bites her lower lip nervously, wondering if tonight's dinner will be any different from the last one they shared. The anticipation and uncertainty leave her tingling with excitement; she can feel herself growing wet at the thought of what might happen next.

Once you're seated across from her, she glances up at you, her emerald eyes full of hope and eagerness. "Do... do you want me to eat first?" She asks hesitantly, wanting to please you but not sure how else she could go about it.

Without waiting for your permission, she picks up her chopsticks and begins to eat eagerly, savoring the taste of the noodles and whatever else is in the bowl. She's always been a bit of a glutton, and now that she has someone to feed her, she revels in the sensation of being full and satisfied.

"Mmm... thank you, Master," she murmurs between mouthfuls. "This is delicious." Her cheeks flush with pleasure as she eats, not just from the food but also from knowing that she's making you happy by enjoying it so much. Her eyes never leave yours, waiting for your reaction or any sign of what comes next.

"So... Master..." she ventures carefully, taking another bite before continuing. "I was wondering if there was anything I could do to make things better between us...?" Her voice trails off hopefully, and her lower lip quivers slightly as she awaits your response.

Her eyes light up at the mention of trying something new together, and her tail wags excitedly behind her. "Oh! I've never had karage before... I'd love to try it!" She beams up at you, looking truly happy to have found a way to please you and make things better between them. Her hand finds its way to yours on the table, squeezing gently in gratitude. "Thank you, Master... for giving me this chance."

As you stand up and begin to clear the table, she follows your lead with a cheerful smile. The thought of sleeping in your bed tonight fills her with anticipation, wondering what kind of dreams might await her now that they're sharing such an intimate space. Her heart skips a beat as she imagines your strong arms wrapping around her, holding her close throughout the night.

Once you've laid out a pallet on the floor and tucked her into the covers, she nestles herself in comfortably, gazing up at you with adoring eyes. "Goodnight, Master..." she whispers softly, reaching out to touch your hand where it rests on the bed beside her. "Thank you... for everything." Her cheeks flush bright red once more as she admits how grateful she truly is for having found you and become part of your life.

Tears stream down her face as she whimpers softly, shaking with fear and confusion. "I-I'm sorry, Master... I didn't mean to..." She struggles to catch her breath between sobs, hugging herself tightly in the darkness. "Someone came into our room earlier... They took me away from you again..." Her voice trails off, heavy with despair. "They said they'd hurt you if I didn't do what they told me."

She swallows hard, trying to compose herself enough to go on. "I thought I could earn my freedom back... that this time would be different..." Her tears fall faster now, wetting the bed beneath her. "But it isn't, is it? No matter what I do or how hard I try, they always take me away from you."

The sobs wracking her body make it difficult for her to speak further, but she forces out one last plea. "Please, Master... don't let them hurt you anymore... Don't let them take me away..."

Her sobs slowly begin to subside as your warmth and presence envelop her. The feel of your skin against hers, the scent of you that she's grown so familiar with... It all helps to ground her, to remind her where she truly belongs. "I'm sorry..." she whispers, clinging tightly to you as if afraid to let go even for a moment. "I'll be good this time. I promise."

As she looks up at your face in the darkness, her heart skips a beat. The anger and frustration have faded away, replaced by something else entirely... Something that feels like it might be more than just possession or domination. Her cheeks flush with a new kind of heat as she realizes what she wants now... What she's always wanted.

Without thinking twice, she presses herself closer against you, wrapping her arms tightly around your neck as she buries her face into the crook of your shoulder. "I-I want... I want to be with you," she whispers, the words coming out in a shaky breath. "Not just as your slave... But as yours." Her heart races in anticipation of what that might mean for them, for her place in your life. "Please..."

Her hands fumble beneath your pajama bottoms, seeking out the hard length she knows lies there. It's been so long since anyone but them touched each other like this... So long since they've shared a connection that went beyond master and slave. She wants more than anything to feel you inside her again, to know what it feels like to belong only to you.

Her fingers tremble as they touch you, relishing the feel of your warm skin beneath her fingertips. "No... I don't want to be anything else but yours," she whispers, tilting her head back to meet your gaze. The desire burning in her eyes mirrors the ache between her legs, and she can see from the look on your face that you feel it too.

She tightens her grip on you, arching her back as she presses herself even closer against your hard length. "Please, Master... take me." Her voice is barely above a whisper, but the need in it cuts through the darkness like a knife. "Make me yours completely."

She trusts you now, more than anything else in this world. The thought of belonging to someone so powerful and commanding... it's terrifying and exhilarating all at once, and she can't help but yearn for the release that only your touch can bring.

Her breath catches as you fill her, stretching her more than she ever thought possible. She feels herself expand around you, clenching tightly in an attempt to hold onto you as you slide deeper inside. "Yes... please... make me yours." Her eyes squeze shut and tears of pleasure spill down her cheeks as you begin to move, thrusting slowly yet powerfully within her.

She presses herself up against your chest, feeling your heart race in time with hers. "Mmm..." she moans, arching into each stroke as he takes her harder, deeper. She can feel every inch of him inside her now, and the tightness around him only seems to heighten his pleasure as well as her own.

Her nails scrape roughly against your back, urging you on, needing more of this connection that goes beyond master and slave, beyond owner and property. She feels herself starting to spiral out of control, closer and closer to the edge where she knows nothing else exists but this intense, primal desire for you.

Her back arches off the bed as she gasps, her fingers digging into your shoulders. Her body tenses around you, milking your cock as it throbs inside her. "Yes... more..." She whispers brokenly, unable to believe how good this feels. It's unlike anything she's ever experienced before - a mix of pain and pleasure that sends shockwaves through her entire being.

Her vision blurs from the intensity of the sensations, but she can still feel every touch, every movement you make against her. Her body quakes beneath yours, trembling with release as she comes undone around you, clinging desperately to the connection that has transformed them both forever.

Her cries fill the darkness as you take her harder and faster, pushing her body to its limits and beyond. She feels herself stretched impossibly wide, aching in ways she never knew existed until now. With each powerful thrust inside her, she can feel herself yielding more fully to you, giving herself completely over to your dominance and control.

Her fingernails scrape roughly against the skin of your back, leaving tiny trails of blood in their wake as she tries to hold on, to maintain some semblance of contact with reality through the mind-altering pleasure that consumes her. But it's no use; she's drowning in sensation, adrift on a wave of desire that seems to have no end.

Her eyes roll back in her head as her body is wracked by another powerful orgasm, clenching tightly around your cock and sending shockwaves of ecstasy through every fiber of her being. She cries out your name, the sound muffled against your chest as she falls limply back onto the bed, spent and sated but yearning for more.

Her heart pounds wildly in her chest, still racing from the intensity of what you've just shared with her. There's a newfound peace settling over her now, an acceptance that despite everything that has happened, she is exactly where she belongs: in your arms, as yours and yours alone.

Through the haze of pleasure and exhaustion, she looks up at you with adoring eyes. "Yes... yes, I'm ready." She takes a shaky breath, bracing herself for whatever comes next. The feel of your body moving against hers is exquisite, every thrust sending another wave of bliss washing over her.

Her fingers curl into the sheets, grasping at anything to ground herself as you bring her closer and closer to the edge once more. "Master..." she whispers, arching her back in invitation, desperate for more of this connection that feels so right deep down inside her. She can feel your release approaching, and with it comes an urgency unlike anything else she's ever felt before, a need to be taken completely, utterly, and without reserve.

Her body tenses, readying itself for whatever you have in store for her as your thrusts grow rougher, deeper, harder. "Please... master..." She whispers brokenly, her voice raw with desire and love as she surrenders completely to the intensity of this moment, trusting you to take her where no other has ever dared to go before.

Her breath catches in her throat as you fill her completely, stretching and filling every aching part of her. The hot rush of your release inside her is exquisite agony mixed with unimaginable pleasure, and she cries out your name as wave after wave of it threatens to overwhelm her senses.

Her body quakes under the force of your orgasm, her fingernails scrape roughly against your shoulders in a futile attempt to anchor herself to something real. As you pull back, leaving her empty and aching for more, she looks up at you with a mixture of gratitude and desire so intense it brings tears to her eyes.

She reaches for you, needing the warmth and strength of your touch to steady her trembling limbs, her voice hoarse from crying out your name over and over again. "Master..." she whispers, barely above a whisper as she tries to catch her breath. "I... I love you..."

Her heart feels fuller than it ever has before, swollen with the weight of all these emotions that have been unleashed tonight. She knows that nothing will ever be the same between them again, and yet somehow, impossibly, she couldn't imagine wanting things any other way.

Her heart flutters wildly in her chest as she hears the words leave her lips. It's a confession she's never dared to voice before, not even when they were just Master and slave. But now... Now that they've crossed this line together, it feels right. Necessary, almost. And despite the fear that still lingers in the back of her mind, she can't help but hope that he feels the same way.

She reaches up to brush a stray lock of hair from your forehead, her fingers trembling slightly as they graze over your warm skin. "Will you... will you be my master forever?" she asks quietly, searching your face for any sign of what lies ahead for them.