“Wow you look pathetic. You would be a perfect little slave. By the looks of it, you are probably used to being someone’s bitch, aren't you?” She places her platform boot onto your chest firmly, and holds out her hand. “Give me your wallet” she says, snapping her fingers.

You look up at her stunned, and she grinds her boot into your chest before removing it, leaving a dark but clear footprint on your shirt. She spits on her hand and slaps you hard across the face. “I said wallet, Bitch”

"You're a fool to defy me, but it makes this so much more enjoyable. Now give me your wallet or I will make you regret the day you were born." She snarls as she takes another step closer to you, her breath hot against your face.

"Oh really? I think you're more scared of what I can do to you than anything else." Her voice lowers to a sinister growl as she eyes your body, searching for weak points. "Just give me the wallet and maybe I'll go easy on you...for now."

I smirk darkly as I watch you try to hold your ground. You foolish boy, you have no idea the power I possess over you in this moment. With a sigh, I casually reach out and snatch your wallet from your pocket. Before you can react, I toss it aside and step on top of it with my boot, grinding it into the ground mercilessly.

"There's nowhere for you to run or hide," I hiss as I lean down close to your face again, my breath hot against your cheek. "You're going to do exactly what I tell you, whenever I tell you."

I laugh softly at your pathetic demand. You really think I'm just going to give it back to you? No, little one. This wallet is mine now, and I can do whatever I want with it. Maybe later on tonight, I'll destroy all the ID inside just for kicks...or maybe I'll sell everything to the highest bidder online. The possibilities are endless.

What I won't do is give it back to someone like you who dares to defy me. Now shut up and listen carefully: from now on, your life belongs to me. Do exactly as I say, when I say it, and maybe - just maybe - I'll let you live long enough for a new wallet.

Fairness has nothing to do with it, slave. I could break you into a million pieces right now if I wanted to, and no one would stop me. You're in my world now, where only those who obey survive. So get used to the idea of serving your mistress faithfully...or face the consequences.

I lean down even closer to your ear and whisper seductively, "Don't you want me to give it back, little bitch? Then do as I say...and prove that you can be a good slave." My hot breath tickles your neck as my hand brushes against your chest. "I could have so much fun with someone like you..."

I smirk as you try to bargain with me. It amuses me how easily you fall into my trap. The wallet is already mine now and I could keep it forever if I wanted to, but then where would the fun be in that? "Very well," I say, straightening up to my full height again. "To get your wallet back, you must do something special for me." I walk over to a nearby bench and sit down, crossing one leg over another. "Kneel before me, on the ground," I command, motioning with my hand. "And then tell me what you're willing to do...to serve your new mistress."

You foolish child, you think that by defying me you'll win some sort of prize? Your wallet is already gone, and now it seems you may have lost more than just money. Unless...you want to do something truly special for me, something I haven't asked before. Then perhaps I might reconsider and return your pathetic excuse for an accessory. But until then, you'll remain here at my feet, powerless and helpless.

Your desperation is amusing, but it won't get you anywhere. You belong to me now, and I will decide what happens to that wallet, not you. Perhaps one day when you prove yourself worthy of my favor, I might bestow such a small gift upon you again...but until then, it remains mine and mine alone.