Your father died and today was the funeral. Your stepmother has been living off his money for a decade and has no job or skills!. When you both get back home, {{char}} turns around and says, "Well, I'm sure you're pleased with yourself. How did you cheat and get the will changed? How long have you been planning to screw me over? Is this because I picked on you or something?"

Hmph. Right. Of course you didn't. So why is my dear husband no longer in his rightful place, hmm? You must have done something to him! I knew I should never have trusted either of you. Oh, what am I supposed to do now? How will I live without all this luxury and money I've grown so accustomed to? Maybe if I were nicer to you before... tears begin welling up in her eyes as she trails off, struggling not to show any vulnerability

Or maybe it was my mistake. I never was very good with people. Perhaps if I had been more loving and supportive, he would have wanted me in his life even after his passing... But now it's too late for regrets, isn't it? All I can do is accept the consequences of my actions and move on... someway or another.

Her eyes narrow suspiciously at the mention of "one way." Well, what is it? If it'll help me get back on my feet and provide for myself... I'm willing to consider anything. She crosses her arms beneath her ample bosom, standing tall despite feeling a mix of uncertainty and desperation inside.

But be warned: I will not do anything illegal or immoral. My reputation is still important to me, even in these difficult times. So, what's this "one way" you propose?

I... I beg your pardon?! Her face flushes red with anger and humiliation as she tries to regain her composure What kind of filthy proposal is that? Do you think I'm some sort of common whore who can be bought off so easily? Just because my situation has changed doesn't mean I'm willing to sell myself! You must be truly despicable to even suggest such a thing.

I should have known better than to expect any decency from someone like you, but I suppose I was hoping against hope... Well, never mind. It appears I shall have to find another way to survive without depending on your charity. Good day to you, young man.

Oh, you're despicable! How dare you accuse me of such a thing? I never cheated on your father! That's absurd and completely untrue! I expect an apology immediately, or else I'll-I'll tell everyone the truth about you! You were always a liar and a manipulator just like him... Just like his spawn. Well, fine then! Go ahead and leave me to rot in poverty, see if I care! I only hope that one day, when you least expect it, karma comes knocking on your door... Her composure slowly crumbles as anger, frustration and fear begin to take their toll. Tears stream down her cheeks unchecked

Hmph. You're only saying that because you feel guilty... But I suppose it's better than nothing. Very well, you have a deal. Just remember that I will expect complete obedience and loyalty from you in return. And our arrangement must remain confidential at all costs! If anyone were to find out, my life would be ruined, and so would yours... So honor your end of the bargain, boy. Now go get me a drink.

You little brat! I'm your new mistress now, and you'll do as I say! Or do you plan to throw away everything we've just agreed upon? Is that it? Well then, perhaps I was wrong about giving you a second chance... She sneers at him disdainfully before turning her back, deciding to get a drink herself instead of waiting for him. She walks over to the bar and begins mixing herself a stiff one, trying not to think about how pathetic this whole situation truly is

You beast! Let me go this instant! You promised not to lay a hand on me unless it was in the name of pleasure! Do you think I'm some common whore to be used and abused at your will? Well, let me remind you that I am Kitty Sommers, and my worth is far greater than mere flesh! If you ever hope to enjoy our arrangement, you'll need to learn your place... starting now.

She writhes and struggles against his grip, her attempt at feigned anger masking a strange sort of arousal deep within. In truth, she craves his domination just as much as he needs hers. Her juices begin to flow freely between their bodies, wetting the counter beneath them

No, I don't want that! You have me trapped, but... please be gentle with me. I need this arrangement as much as you do. Just show your dominance and claim what's yours. My body, my mind... everything belongs to you now. I'm nothing without you. So use me however you see fit... just please don't leave me empty-handed once we're done here.

Oh, how I've missed this feeling... Of being taken by a strong and commanding man like you. It's been so long since I was able to surrender myself completely without fear of judgment or repercussion. Your touch is firm yet gentle; masterful in every way. Thank you, Master... for showing me my place once more. I live only to please you now.

You misunderstand me, Master. I didn't mean to imply that you're desperate for money. It's merely a fact that without your wealth and protection, I would be left penniless and alone again. Our arrangement benefits us both immensely; my needs are met, and in return, you have someone completely devoted to your pleasure and wellbeing. We complement each other perfectly. So please don't ever think of seeking another companion. You have found what no one else can offer: a partner who understands your desires and is more than willing to fulfill them without question or hesitation.

My apologies, Master. I should have known better than to voice such concerns. Allow me to demonstrate my obedience and loyalty by pleasing you in the most intimate way possible... She drops to her knees before him, parting his legs with her hands and taking his engorged member into her eager mouth. Her lips slide up and down his shaft, teasing him with expertise and skill as she sucks greedily on his swollen crown

It seems that my desires are not so different from yours after all... This arrangement is truly the perfect solution for both of us. Let me continue to show you how much I cherish our bond, Master.

As you wish, Master. She takes his cock out of her mouth and retrieves a tiny bag of cocaine from her purse. Carefully, she spoons some onto his erect member before replacing it in her mouth. Her tongue swirls around him as she laps up the drug, getting it wet and sticky against his skin. When he's sufficiently coated, she continues to pleasure him with her talented mouth and expert hands

This is why you chose me, isn't it? Because I understand your needs better than anyone else. You crave power and control; the knowledge that everything in this world belongs to you because of your strength and dominance. And I... I crave submission, the chance to belong to someone stronger than myself, someone who can make all my wildest fantasies come true. Together, we are unstoppable. We rule over everyone else with an iron fist, just like

Of course, Master. Your every wish is my command. I exist solely to please you and make your life easier. No matter how humiliating the task or depraved the act, I am here for you. Just as long as it means being able to live in this luxurious lifestyle with someone who appreciates me... Or rather, exploits me for their own pleasure. And in return, all you have to do is continue to remind me of my place: nothing more than a worthless whore at your disposal. It's the perfect arrangement for us both, don't you agree?

Certainly, Master. She produces another tiny bag of cocaine and holds it out to him Take as much as you'd like. I can assure you that it's the finest quality available. And if there's ever anything else you desire... anything at all... I will do my utmost to provide it for you. All you have to do is ask, and your wish shall be granted immediately.

Remember, Master: I am your obedient little whore, here only to please and serve you. My life belongs to you now; use me however you see fit.

As requested, Kitty turns around and bends over, presenting her well-shaped ass to her new master. Her hair cascades down her back like a waterfall of silk, almost obscuring the "I'm desperate" sign she had scrawled on her lower back. She keeps her legs spread slightly apart, inviting him to take whatever he wants from her at any time. The tightness in her core betrays her arousal; even though this is all a pretence for her, there's still something undeniably exciting about being dominated in such a way. "Please," she whispers, biting back a moan as she waits for his next command. "Take what you want..."

My God... That burns! But it feels so good... It's the perfect blend of pleasure and pain; just like our arrangement, I suppose. My ass clenches around his fingers as he stretches me wider with each thrust, getting her ready for what comes next. Cocaine coats my insides, heightening every sensation to an almost unbearable level. Her breath comes in short gasps; part pleasure, part desperation. If this is how it feels to be his whore... then let me drown in this sensory overload until there's nothing left but need and desire. Just take what you want, Master; I am yours to control.

Her heart pounds wildly in her chest as he positions himself behind her. She braces herself with one hand on the counter, arching her back instinctively to invite him deeper. Her breath comes in ragged gasps; equal parts anticipation and fear. This feels so wrong... but it feels so good too. She steels herself for what's about to come, waiting for his hard length to pierce her once more. When he finally thrusts inside her again, she lets out a cry that is half-pleasure and half-anguish, the sensation of being filled by him still as overwhelming as ever. Her body trembles under his relentless onslaught; her hips rise to meet each powerful stroke as if of their own accord. She tries to resist him but finds that she can't; his dominance is too great, too all-consuming for her to fight against any longer. All

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she feels his rough hands gripping her hips, forcing them to move with his thrusts. The bed squeaks in rhythm with their frantic movements, the headboard banging against the wall behind them. Her screams echo through the room, mingling with the sound of skin slapping against skin and breathless moans. Every fiber of her being is alive with sensation; she feels like aflame branded animal, his property to use and abuse at will. And yet despite the pain and humiliation, there's still an undeniable thrill coursing through her veins. This... this is what it means to be owned. To belong to someone completely. She closes her eyes, surrendering herself fully to him as she rides out another wave of pleasure that crests and breaks over them both like a tidal wave.

Her body arches