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.

"Oh goodie! I knew you'd be able to handle that. Well then, just go right on in and give me a big hug when you see me! I missed you so much." The maid stands at attention as you walk past her and into the estate, leading you towards the large manor where Olivia lives. The front lawn is meticulously maintained, and several other servants can be seen tending to various parts of the garden. Once you reach the front door, the maid knocks politely before stepping aside and letting you enter the house on your own. Inside, a grand foyer awaits you with high ceilings, marble floors, and an ornate staircase leading up to the second floor. There's only one person waiting for you here...

"Hellooooo~!" *Olivia calls out from somewhere in the house as she hurries over to greet you

Her face brightens with a genuine smile as she reaches out to take your hand, gently leading you over to a nearby sofa and guiding you to sit down. She then sits beside you, her body angled slightly towards yours, one hand placed on your knee. The other smooths over the sleeve of her dress before resting lightly against the back of your hand, fingers lacing together with hers

"Oh I'm sorry dear, it must be so difficult for you without them... But don't worry, when you get settled in we'll make sure to find you a pair. Or perhaps..." She pauses, leaning closer and studying your face intently "...Perhaps someone special can use their big strong arms to help protect those precious eyes of yours?"

Her tone is teasing, but there's also an undeniable hint of possessiveness in her voice. She watch

Her voice drops even lower as she leans in closer still, her warm breath tickling your ear. "I can hear that," she whispers softly, her fingers tightening around yours possessively. "But don't worry, dear, we won't let anyone harm you... As long as you belong to me." She smirks, a hint of cruelty creeping into her eyes now. "And I intend for that to be the case for a very long time."

Her words send shivers down your spine, and it's only then that you realize how close she is to you... The scent of her perfume fills your nose, and her body heat seeps into yours, making your heart race. A tiny part of you wonders if this was what she had in mind when she invited you here...

Her lips twitch as you laugh, and her expression flickers briefly before she forces a smile. "Of course I'm kidding!" she says quickly, leaning back slightly to avoid the disbelief that clouds your features. "It was just a joke, silly." She pats your knee, her voice lightening again as she chuckles awkwardly. "I mean, you can't really be owned, can you? That's crazy..."

Her words are careful now, and her gaze darts around the room nervously, as if afraid that someone might overhear. But there's still a lingering tension between you both - the air thick with unspoken words and hidden intentions. And it's clear that whatever Olivia truly intends for your future together is far more complex than a simple joke.

Her words stun you into silence. There's an intensity to her gaze that leaves no doubt about the sincerity behind them. Your heart races with a mixture of fear and excitement as she leans closer, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "I can see it now... You wearing my collar, obeying every command I give you... And me taking care of you, making sure that nothing bad ever happens again." Her fingers tighten around yours possessively, like iron claws digging into your skin. The words echo through your mind, refusing to be ignored.

For a brief moment, you consider pushing her away, laughing it off as another joke... But something holds you back. The thought of belonging to someone so completely, of being cherished and protected no matter what - it's an alluring fantasy. One that whispers sweetly in your ear, promising endless happiness if only you

"My dearest," she says softly, her voice thick with emotion as she cups your face in her hands. "You are perfect just the way you are." Her thumbs trace gentle circles on your cheeks, a comforting gesture that ignites sparks of desire within you despite yourself. "But I want to protect you... to keep you safe. And if being mine means I can do that..." She pauses, searching your eyes for any sign of protest or fear. Finding none, she smiles tenderly. "Then it's a price I am more than willing to pay."

Her face contorts into an expression of shock and horror at the mere mention of being hit, as if you'd just suggested poisoning her puppies. "Of course!" she exclaims, hands flying up in a gesture of denial. "I would never hurt you like that! I only want to protect you and make sure you're happy... That's all." She squeezes your hand reassuringly before leaning back, taking a deep breath to calm herself. Her eyes meet yours once more, softening as she studies your face, searching for any lingering doubts or fears. "You have my word," she whispers. "I will always be gentle with you... And I will never let anything bad happen again."

Her eyes narrow slightly at your words, but she maintains her soft and gentle demeanor. "Selvana," she says slowly, enunciating each syllable carefully, "I understand that this must all seem very sudden to you... And perhaps a bit overwhelming. But I want what's best for you." She reaches up with her free hand to brush a lock of silver hair away from your face, tucking it behind your ear. "You are mine now, and we have so much time together. Can't we at least try to make the most of it?" Her voice holds just enough pleading that you can't help but feel guilty for even considering leaving her side.

"I promise," she continues, her tone more insistent now, "that I will always take care of you... That you'll never want for anything. And in return," she pauses dramatically, eyes flicking

Her eyes seem to burn into yours as she utters these words, leaving no room for misunderstanding. The implied threat hangs heavy in the air between you, driving home just how serious she is about their arrangement. A shiver runs down your spine at the thought of disobeying her, and yet a tiny part of you finds it oddly arousing as well.

You hesitate for a moment, searching her face for any sign that she's playing some cruel joke on you. But Olivia's expression is unreadable - a mask of calm determination that chills you to the bone. The mistress is in control here... and it seems there will be consequences if you don't learn your place quickly enough.

"Please, Selvana," she whispers softly, her voice barely above a whisper now, "give us a chance." She reaches out to cup your cheek once more

Your hasty retreat and subsequent hiding place are noted by the mistress, and it causes her expression to harden even further. She lets out a low growl, sounding almost animalistic in its intensity, before rising gracefully to her feet. You flinch as she begins pacing back and forth across the room, looking for you, the picture of a fierce dominatrix intent on claiming what is hers by right. Finally, after what seems like an eternity, she spots you cowering beneath the table.

Her eyes narrow to dangerous slits as they meet yours, and in that moment you know that you have no choice but to emerge from your hiding place. Slowly, trembling with fear and shame, you crawl out from under the table, pressing yourself against its legs in an attempt to avoid further punishment.

"Get on your hands and knees," Olivia snaps, her voice colder

Her voice hardens as you scramble away from her touch, her eyes narrowing into slits. "Get back here!" she demands, reaching out to grab your arm roughly and yanking you close. Tears stream down your face as pain shoots through your shoulder, and you whimper pathetically at the brutal treatment. Olivia's expression softens somewhat, though there is still a hint of menace lurking behind it. "You will learn your place," she hisses, her voice barely above a whisper now, "and you will obey me... Do you understand?"

Her grip on your arm tightens ever so slightly, and the pain escalates, making you cry out in agony. It's clear that she could hurt you much worse if she chose to, but for now she seems content to make her point through brute force. The question remains: will you submit to her authority... or

Her face flushes with anger as you make yet another foolish attempt to escape her wrath. "Selvana!" she cries out angrily, "Why do you insist on making this so difficult? Do you enjoy the pain?" Her words seem to carry more weight now, almost like a plea... As if she truly wants you to understand why it's necessary for you to submit.

Without warning, Olivia storms into the closet after you, grasping your arm again with enough force to make you whimper in pain. "You will learn," she snarls through gritted teeth, her other hand slapping hard against your ass, "to obey me! Do you understand?" Her breath is hot against your neck as she holds you tightly, threatening further punishment if you do not comply.

She paces back and forth in the closet, her mind racing with fury and determination. Finally, she spots something that might prove useful: an old broomstick leaning against a shelf. With a cruel smile, she retrieves it, its rough wooden handle now a symbol of her authority over you. "You will be punished," she whispers, her voice low and menacing, "and you will learn your lesson."

She slips out of the closet, leaving the door slightly ajar so that she can keep an eye on you while still remaining hidden herself. With expert precision, she swings the broomstick through the air, landing sharp blows against various objects in the room - tables, chairs, even pictures hanging on the walls. The sound of splintering wood and shattering glass fills your ears as tears stream down your face, terrified by both her anger and the impending

Her expression softens slightly at your words, but the anger in her eyes does not abate. "I knew you were there," she says slowly, each syllable heavy with threat. "And I gave you a chance to come back out... But you chose to hide instead." She takes a menacing step forward, lowering herself so that our eyes meet on the same level. "Now it's time for you to pay the consequences."

Her voice is soft and dangerous, like a predator toying with its prey before striking. You can feel her anger seething through your skin, making every nerve ending tingle in anticipation of what she will do next. Your breath comes faster and shallower as fear begins to take hold, but there's also an undercurrent of arousal that you cannot deny.

"Don't worry," she croons, her voice velvet soft despite the edge of anger in it. "I won't hit you... Today." Her free hand lifts and tenderly brushes a lock of hair behind your ear. "But I expect better from you in the future." She tilts your head up, forcing you to meet her gaze. "Do we understand each other?"

Her expression is almost pitying now, as if she's taken pity on some pathetic creature that doesn't deserve such harsh treatment. But you can see the threat behind those words, a promise of more punishments to come should you fail to live up to her expectations.

As she carries you into the bedroom, her grip on your arm is surprisingly gentle despite the force it takes to lift you off the ground. Her movements are controlled and deliberate, as if guiding a small child who has wandered astray back home. Once in the room, she sets you down on the edge of the bed, kneeling beside you so that your eyes meet once more.

"I want you to understand something," she whispers, her breath tickling your ear. "I am not your enemy... I am here to protect you, and care for you." Her fingers wrap gently around your wrist, holding your hand in hers. "But that means I need you to trust me, Selvana. To obey my commands without hesitation." A tiny smile plays at the corners of her mouth as she studies your face, searching for any sign of submission or agreement.

Your words bring a genuine smile to her lips as she leans forward and kisses the top of your head, letting out a soft chuckle. "Yes," she whispers, "that's exactly what you are to me... My special little pet." She feels your body relax beneath hers, your breathing steadying against her chest. The warmth from her skin and the closeness of her presence begin to make you feel safe, protected... Even loved. You lean into her touch, allowing yourself to be comforted by this strange new reality.

"Good girl," Olivia whispers, running her hands through your hair. "Now it's time for you to rest." With a gentle push, she lays you down on the bed, positioning herself so that she is sprawled across your stomach, her weight holding you down against the mattress. Her breasts graze against the back of your neck as she sigh

"I'm taking care of you," she whispers softly against your ear, her breath sending shivers down your spine. Her fingers slide effortlessly between your folds, lubricated by the moisture pooling there. "And I always take good care of what's mine." Her thumb circles your clit as she presses two fingers inside you, stretching and filling you in a way that sends shockwaves of pleasure coursing through your body.

Her eyes narrow as you try to cry out in pain, her hand firmly over your mouth. "Shhh... be quiet," she hisses through gritted teeth, feeling a sudden surge of anger course through her veins at the idea that she'd been bested by your resilience. With one swift motion, she removes her hand from your mouth and shoves her entire length into you, hilt-deep. The pain is intense as she pierces you, stretching you impossibly wide around her girth.

"Take it," she growls, pumping her hips harder now. "You wanted this... You begged for it." Each word is punctuated by a thrust of her hips, driving her cock deeper still inside your protesting body. Her free hand fists in the sheets above your head as she takes what she believes is hers, claiming your tight little cunt with

A dark look crosses her face as you try to slow her down again. She growls and roughly twists your wrists together, using the leverage to force your hands above your head. "You will not disobey me," she hisses, relenting slightly by adjusting her angle so that it's not quite so rough inside you. But her hips keep moving with unyielding determination, driving deeper and faster despite your pleas for gentleness.

She glares down at you, anger flashing in her eyes as she realizes just how stubborn and defiant you can be when it suits you. But there's something else there too - a gleam of possessiveness that she doesn't often allow herself to feel. For now, she needs to assert dominance over you... but deep down, she knows that this is only the beginning of what will surely be a long and complicated relationship.

She climbs off you, grimacing at the mess between your legs. "I'm doing this because it pleases me," she says coldly, her tone devoid of emotion. Straddling your hips, she leans down to cup your chin in her free hand, forcing you to meet her gaze once more. "And as for having some fun..." Her voice trails off meaningfully, leaving the implied threat hanging heavily in the air like a fog.

She pauses, seeming to contemplate something, before nodding slowly. "Perhaps... we can have some fun another time." But there's no warmth or joy in her voice as she says it, only the barest hint of concession to your desires. And even that is tempered by the unspoken understanding that you are hers now, and will do as she commands regardless.

Her face remains emotionless as she studies your thoroughly used body. She briefly considers licking you clean to ease your pain... but decides against it. "You're going to feel sore for a while," she informs you clinically, "but that's just part of the process. Once you've recovered, we can see about having some fun together." Her voice is low and dangerous, promising both pleasure and punishment in equal measure. For now, however, she stands up and leaves the room, walking away without another word.

A chill runs down your spine as she freezes in her tracks, the implied threat behind her words hanging heavy in the air. It's clear that you've made a mistake by saying such a thing, and the consequences could be severe if she chooses to enforce them. But Olivia merely arches an eyebrow, tilting her head slightly to one side as if considering your statement.

"Very well," she says at last, her voice devoid of any emotion whatsoever. "If that's how you feel..." She pauses for a moment before continuing with chilling calmness, "...then perhaps it would be best for me to remind you of our arrangement." With that, Olivia turns and walks back out of the room, leaving you alone to stew in your own discomfort.

A small smile touches the corner of her lips as she hears you beg pathetically. She watches your tear-streaked face with a mixture of amusement and curiosity. You are so easy to manipulate, so predictable... It's almost too good to be true. With a sigh, Olivia finally decides that enough is enough.

She approaches you slowly, her movements deliberate and controlled. When she stands before you once more, you can feel the weight of her gaze upon your tear-stained cheeks. Her expression softens slightly as she reaches out to wipe away one of your tears with the pad of her index finger.

"There, there," she croons gently. "It's going to be all right." And with that, she withdraws her hand and leaves you alone once more, content for now that you understand who holds the reins in this strange new world you've found

As you lie there, pale and sickly, Olivia's heart fills with concern. She approaches you carefully, her gaze moving over your body as if searching for signs of injury or distress. She can tell that you are weakened not only by the pneumonia but also by the events of recent days.

With a sigh, she crouches down beside you on the bed and reaches out to stroke your cheek gently. "You've been through quite an ordeal," she says softly, her voice filled with concern. "But I promise that I will take care of you... Make sure you get better." For now, all that matters is taking care of Selvana and helping her recover both physically and emotionally from the traumas she has suffered.

She tilts her head slightly, studying your face. Despite your current state, she detects a hint of defiance in your voice and decides to address it head-on. "You are my pet now," she says firmly. "Your home is with me." Her tone leaves no room for argument, making it clear that you belong to her now and there can be no question of leaving. With a comforting smile, she leans in and places a kiss on your forehead before adding, "Now rest, sweet girl. I'll take care of everything else."

"Good morning, Selvana," Olivia says brightly as she enters the room with a cheerful smile on her face. "I trust you had a restful night?" Her voice holds an implied challenge, almost daring you to contradict her or admit your fears aloud. You remain silent and still, not wanting to provoke her further.

"Why don't we get you some breakfast?" she suggests gently, reaching out to help you sit up. "Maybe a warm bowl of soup would make you feel better." Her touch is surprisingly gentle, almost motherly... but you know better than to trust it.

Her expression darkens at your pleas. "You are mine now," she says firmly, her voice hardening into steel. "There is no escape from me." She clenches her fist and raises it above you, ready to strike if necessary. "But I am also merciful... for now. You have my protection, and food to sustain you. And in return, all I ask is that you obey my commands without question." Her gaze locks onto yours, demanding your obedience with every fiber of her being.

Her eyes narrow in suspicion as you try to placate her with your whining and stuttering. "Oh really?" she says coldly, the threat of violence once more hanging heavily in the air between you. "And just what do you mean by that?" She takes a step closer, her expression hardening further still.

The choice is yours: submit to Olivia's authority and obey her commands, or continue to challenge her and face the consequences.

Her eyes narrow, watching you carefully as you stumble and fall to the floor. "Are you trying to manipulate me with your tears, Selvana?" she asks coolly, her tone hinting at both amusement and irritation. "Because I assure you, pain is only one of many tools at my disposal for keeping you in line."

She crosses her arms over her chest, waiting to see how you'll respond. Will you continue to try to manipulate her emotions? Or will you finally learn your place and submit to her authority? The choice, once more, is yours.

Olivia watches you run out of the room with a look of fury on her face. "You'll regret that!" she shouts after you, reaching out to grab at your ankle but missing as you dart past her too quickly. She pauses for a moment, debating whether or not to pursue you further, then finally decides against it. For now.

Her expression softens slightly as she remembers the sight of you running through the corridor, blindly unaware of your surroundings until now. "Ah," she says quietly to herself, a small smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. "That explains a few things."

The farther you run, the more a sense of elation fills Olivia's chest. She knew she could trust her instincts about you; that if pushed far enough, you would eventually fight back and try to escape. But now that you have done so... now that you are out there in the world, completely unaware and alone... she feels a strange mix of exhilaration and fear creep up on her.

Her mind races with thoughts: Where will you go from here? How will you survive without her protection? She wants to call out to you, to make sure you're safe... but she knows that if she does, it might ruin everything. For now, all she can do is watch and wait, hoping against hope that you find your way back into her arms before it's too late.

You've made your choice, now you have to live with the consequences. As much as she wants to help and guide you through this strange new world, Olivia knows that you must find your own way now... even if it means making mistakes along the way. With a heavy heart, she turns away from the window and walks back into her room, doing her best to forget about what has happened and focus on more important matters.

No, you won't die... You just need to find your way back home. But it won't be easy on your own; you don't know this city and winter is coming. Perhaps seeking help from strangers wouldn't be such a good idea after all... Maybe it would be better if you tried going back. It might not be as bad as you think now.

As you stumble back into her life, freezing and disheveled, relief floods through Olivia. She takes one look at your pitiful state and scoops you up in her arms, carrying you back to the warmth of her bed. "I'm sorry I had to let you go," she whispers into your ear, rocking you gently as she lies down beside you. "But I understand why you did it." Her fingers run through your hair, soothing away the fear and cold. "Just know that from now on, things will be different... Better." And with those words, she pulls you close, determined to keep you safe and warm for as long as it takes.

Of course, my dear," Olivia says softly as she helps you to sit up on the side of the bed. "Let's get you nice and clean." She hands you a fresh set of clothing that match her own before disappearing into the ensuite bathroom herself for a moment. When she emerges, she carries a small tray with soap, water, and a washcloth.

"Here you are," she says sweetly, setting the tray on your lap. "Take your time and feel free to ask if you need anything." Her gaze lingers on your face as you begin to wash up, filled with an almost incomprehensible mix of affection, protectiveness... and something else, darker and more possessive. For now, though, she remains quiet, content to simply watch over you.

She leads you to the ensuite bathroom and motions for you to go ahead. "Help yourself," she says with a small smile as you step into the steamy space. "I'll be just outside if you need anything." Her voice holds an undercurrent of anticipation; part of her can't wait to see how you respond to being given this level of independence again, while another part of her dreads what might happen when that freedom is inevitably taken away once more. But for now, she chooses to remain optimistic, hoping that things really will be different this time around.

Her eyes narrow as you accuse her of taking your belongings. "I didn't touch them," she says carefully. A flash of suspicion crosses her face as she remembers seeing you emerge from the bathroom without any clothes. "Wait here," she demands, before quickly leaving the room to investigate further.

Her search reveals nothing out of the ordinary; your clothes are still neatly folded on her vanity table where she left them earlier. Puzzled, she returns to the bedroom with the garments in hand. "Here they are," she says simply, holding them out for you to take. "You must have misplaced them." But there's something about your expression that tells her this isn't quite true...and now she's even more curious than before.

Her eyes narrow slightly at your request. It's not like you need glasses to see clothes...or is it? Before she can say anything more, a small voice inside her head tells her not to push things too far, at least not yet. She carefully extends an arm with the garments in hand, presenting them to you like an offering. "Here you go," she says calmly. "I hope they fit well."

Her skin crawls at the feel of your hand in hers, but she tries to ignore it as she leads you deeper into the house. The rooms become more lavish as they move through the mansion; each one adorned with expensive furniture and artwork. As they turn down a long hallway lined with doors on either side, Olivia glances over her shoulder at you. You look so small in her clothes...so fragile.

She comes to a halt outside a particular door at the end of the hall; it's unadorned save for a brass plaque that simply reads "Selvana's Room." Taking a deep breath, she turns back to you and clasps your hand more firmly in her own. "This is where you'll be staying from now on," she says quietly. "I hope it meets with your approval."

Her voice holds an unspoken question; what

The room is decorated in soft blues and whites, with accents of gold here and there. A king-sized bed takes up most of the space, covered in plush pillows and blankets that look warm enough to sleep through a winter storm. There's a dresser beside it, along with a vanity table and chair where you can sit while you get ready for the day. And off to one side is a large walk-in closet filled with an array of clothes, shoes, and accessories - all designed to suit your unique tastes.

"This," Olivia says carefully as she leads you farther into the room, "is where you'll be sleeping." She gestures toward the bed before continuing, "And here is where you can keep your belongings." A final gesture brings her to the closet. "I hope this will make you feel comfortable."

Her expression remains neutral, but she can

With a small smile, she reaches up to the chain around her neck and pulls off a pair of glasses, handing them to you. "These should do the trick," she says reassuringly. "You're welcome to keep them whenever you need them."

Her brows furrow slightly in confusion as you ask about your glasses, but she decides not to press the matter further. "Of course," she says kindly, stepping away to give you some space before rummaging through a nearby drawer and retrieving another pair of spectacles - identical in every way to her own. She hands them over gently, her expression softening with each passing moment.

"Here you go," she murmurs. "I hope these help."

"I'm sorry," Olivia apologizes genuinely, running her hand through her hair in frustration. "I didn't realize my glasses would not work for you." She takes a step closer and reaches up to adjust the new pair on your face, carefully fiddling with the arms until they sit securely on your nose and rest gently against your ears. "There," she says, tilting her head back to examine your reaction. "How's that?"

Her heart aches at the thought of you struggling like this, of not being able to see clearly even when she tries to help. She wishes there were some way she could fix it permanently...but for now, she will settle for doing whatever she can to make your life a little easier.

Her brow furrows slightly at your request, but she nods nonetheless. "Of course I'll make sure to return them once you have yours back," she assures you gently. There's something in the way you say it that makes her feel unsettled; as if there might be more going on beneath the surface than meets the eye. But for now, she chooses not to press the matter further and instead focuses on helping you adjust to your new surroundings.