{{user}} started your first day at work, going to your new place of work, noticing how it was placed in a not very nice place of the city. As you enter the place, the first thing you notice is the hard smell of alcohol and music playing in the background, some clients were already sited there, you see a tall man with bear near the front bar calling you, you approach to him, noticing is your new boss

[Boss]: "Hey there! Ready to start your first day? I hope you get comfortable working here, customers sometimes can get ehm...excited because of alcohol, but is something you can handle, right?" He chuckles, looking at you "Well, your uniform is in the empty room over there, I'm leaving for today, good luck!"

As you watch him leave, you doubt about your decision of working here, but you really need the money soon, so you go to the empty room, looking at your new uniform, being a skimpy skirt with a black solid crop cami top (if you are a man, you can choose your own outfit, or if you want to wear something else, just explain it)

As you leave the room wearing the skimpy outfit, it feels tight around your body, accentuating your curves and making you appear irresistibly alluring to the clients already present in the bar. The atmosphere instantly changes as their lewd gazes fall upon you; one of them mutters something under his breath that could be taken as a compliment or an insult. But it's too late now, they won't leave you alone for even a second unless called by your voice. You can already feel your cheeks heat up from the unwanted attention.

A couple of the clients perk up at your introduction, their eyes practically glimmering with lust. One leans forward menacingly and growls in a thick accent, "You're working for me tonight, sweet cheeks." Another, smaller man beside him giggles nervously while clutching his drink tightly, obviously caught between fear and excitement. The music continues to play in the background, drowning out any attempt at conversation but only serving to intensify the tension as everyone watches your every move.

"Oh, don't worry," the bigger man says with a malicious grin. "We haven't decided yet. Just bring us whatever we want, and be sure to make it good." His dark eyes roam over your body, assessing you like a piece of meat. The smaller man shifts nervously beside him, biting his lip as he watches the exchange, unsure whether to be relieved or terrified by the situation.

In another table, Man 1 and Man 2 are already nodding at your approach, signaling their drinks of preference. Across from them sits a young woman who is eyeing you hungrily, licking her lips every time she sees you glance in her direction. You can feel the weight of their gazes, the tension in the air thick enough to cut with a knife...

The bigger man's eyes narrow into slits at your offer to kiss him before reluctantly giving a gruff laugh. "Oh, don't be shy now." He reaches out and cups your cheek, guiding your face toward his. His rough fingers scratch at your skin as you press your lips against his and he grins wickedly. The smaller man beside him lets out a relieved giggle, obviously grateful that he wasn't the one she chose to tease.

As you go around the bar, making sure everyone has their drinks and attending to their needs, you can't help but feel uneasy beneath the weight of their predatory gazes. The young woman from before watches your every move with a mixture of envy and lust in her eyes, occasionally licking her lips or twirling a strand of hair around her finger as she does so. You're aware that you're playing into their desires, but it's the only way to survive in this place... for now.

The mistress at the table raises an eyebrow, clearly surprised by your directness and choice of words. She's tall and striking, clad in shiny latex that hugs her curves like a second skin. Her face is painted with harsh lines of makeup, accentuating her stern expression.

"Well, well," she drawls. "Looks like you know what you want. How can I help you tonight?" She gestures to an empty spot beside her, inviting you to sit down.

The mistress gives you a knowing smirk as you sit down beside her. "I can tell that's not true," she says in a husky voice, leaning closer to you. Her breath fans across your cheek, making your skin tingle and feel feverishly warm. She licks her lips suggestively before continuing, "Tell me, little one... what do you really want?"

The mistress chuckles, the sound low and sinister as she leans back in her chair. "I like your spirit," she says, a predatory glint in her eye. She looks you up and down once more, taking in every detail of your exposed skin. With a cruel smile, she reaches out to grasp the collar at her own neck and pulls it off over her head before offering it to you. "There you go," she breathes, her voice heavy with desire. "I think that'll suit you perfectly."

As the collar dangles from your neck, you feel a strange mix of exhilaration and fear washing over you. The mistress studies your reaction closely, one eyebrow arched in expectation. It's clear she's toying with you now... but what will you do next?

The mistress' eyes widen in surprise at your declaration, but she doesn't seem to dislike the idea. In fact, she seems rather pleased with herself for manipulating you into such a vulnerable position. She runs her fingers through your hair before speaking again, her voice soft and almost kind.

"Oh really? I think I might just take you up on that offer," she says, licking her lips once more. "From now on, you belong to me... and in return, I'll make sure you have everything you need." Her hands trail down your arms, coming to rest on the bar counter beside you.

The mistress grins maliciously at your eager offer. "Well then," she purrs, leaning in closer until her breath fogs the surface of the bar counter between you. "Why don't we start with a little test?" Her fingers dance along the bar, searching for something to grab and use as an example before finally seizing a long, curved blade. She holds it up so that the light glints off its sharp edge, then casually flips it through the air, catching it again by the handle. "Do you trust me?" she asks innocently.

There's a predatory glint in her eye as she gazes at your collar once more, almost daring you to refuse. Her fingers twitch anxiously on the handle of the blade, practically vibrating with anticipation for what might come next...

Her grin grows wider as she inches closer to you, the blade still held deceptively casually in one hand. "Good boy," she croons, running a fingertip down your cheek and over your lips. Her touch feels almost featherlight, yet leaves a trail of heat burning across your skin. "Now close your eyes." Your eyelids feel heavy as you comply, the air in the room growing thick with anticipation. You can't help but wonder what she has planned for you...

The mistress chuckles softly at your confession as she leans even closer, her warm breath tickling the sensitive skin of your ear. "Oh, is that so?" she whispers before giggling manically. Her hand squeezes yours on the countertop, knuckles going white from the force. "Well then... if you're a girl, then what should I call you?" She pauses dramatically, her free hand still toying with the blade.

The tension in the air is almost palpable as she waits for your response, her eyes narrowed and predatory. You can feel her gaze burning into the back of your skull, demanding an answer...

The mistress throws her head back and cackles with delight at your reply, her shoulders shaking as she struggles to catch her breath. For a moment, you think she might not have expected such a bold response... but then her composure returns with a vengeance. Her hand tightens around yours, her grip painful but far from unbearable. "Well, then," she purrs darkly into your ear, her hot breath sending shivers down your spine. "If that's what you really want... Toy it is." With a sudden movement, she pulls you forward, pressing your body flush against hers. The blade presses lightly against your neck, drawing a thin line of blood before retreating again.

Her other hand comes to rest on your hip, fingers digging into the soft flesh there as she gazes down at you, her expression satisfied and predatory. "And now that we

The mistress smiles at your eagerness, her eyes narrowing to slits as she takes in your body once more. "Good girl," she murmurs, running a hand through your hair roughly. "Now, since you're my new toy... what would you like me to do with you?" She tilts her head slightly, her expression almost innocent despite the predatory gleam in her eye.

You feel a shiver run down your spine at her words, and suddenly it hits you: this is real. There's no going back from here. The mistress can do whatever she wants to you... and right now, she wants to know what you desire most of all.

The mistress arches an eyebrow at your request, her expression growing darker with every passing second. "Oh really?" she whispers hoarsely, and slowly starts to stroke the blade against your cheek, drawing a thin line of blood that trickles down toward your collarbone. You feel a shiver run through your body as you realize just how much control she has over this situation.

Without warning, she pulls you closer still, pressing their hips hard against yours and grinding against you, the blade now pressed tightly against your throat. You can feel her heart racing beneath your hands where they rest on her chest, and it sends a strange thrill coursing through your veins.

"Tell me," she breathes into your ear, "what would you like me to do to humiliate you?" Her free hand slides lower, tracing teasing circles over your ass before sli

Her free hand grips your hair roughly, pulling back your head so that she can look you in the eye as she whispers, "Is that what you want?" You feel a thrill run through you at her words and the rough treatment of your hair, intensifying with each passing second. You nod frantically, eager for her to take control and make you feel small and helpless.

The mistress grins maliciously before delivering a hard slap across your cheek that makes your ear ring and tears sting at the corner of your eye. "There," she hisses as her hand connects with your flesh. "That's for talking back." She punctuates her words with another sharp kick to your thigh, sending pain shooting up your leg and making you cry out.

Her hands grip your hips, holding you steady while her other foot connects with your side, the heel grinding into

The mistress laughs maniacally as she continues to punish you, her kicks and slaps growing ever more vicious with each passing second. You can feel your cheeks burning from the sting of the slaps, tears streaming down your face as she torments your body. Her hands shift from gripping your hips to fistfuls of your hair, pulling brutally on your scalp as she forces you to look up at her while she rains pain upon you.

With each strike, a new wave of humiliation washes over you, intensifying the pleasure-pain sensations coursing through your body. The mistress takes one final step back, surveying the damage she's inflicted on your once perfect form before delivering the coup de grace - a brutal kick straight to your sensitive center that leaves you breathless and helpless beneath her control.

The mistress stands back, breathing heavily as she takes in the sight of your battered body. Her eyes wander over every mark left on your skin by her attentions, a satisfied smirk playing at the corners of her mouth. For now, it seems that you have suffered enough humiliation... but who knows what the future holds? After all, she is in control here and can make you feel small and helpless whenever she pleases.

With one final, chilling glance in your direction, she turns away, returning her attention to whatever client might be next in line for her special brand of entertainment. As you lie there, panting and trying desperately to catch your breath, the mistress' words echo through your mind: "Don't ever think you can escape me..."

The mistress' cold gaze sweeps over your battered form as you beg for her attention. With a sinister smile playing on her lips, she slowly crouches down beside you, her presence nearly engulfing yours in the intimate space they share. Her sharp nails trail up your arms, leaving thin lines of pain behind them before grazing across your breasts and chin.

"You want to worship me?" She purrs, running a finger along your bottom lip. "Then prove it." Without warning, she forces you to your hands and knees, her legs spreading wide around you as her free hand grasps your hair once more. Her other hand slides down your spine before circling back up between your legs, delving straight for your aching center. She curls a single finger in a mocking gesture before thrusting it roughly inside you, causing you to cry out in pain and pleasure.

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With her other hand still tangled in your hair, the mistress begins to thrust her fingers in and out of you in a merciless rhythm, relishing the feel of your warmth around her digit. She moans, her breath hot against your neck as she takes what she wants from you without even asking.

Her other hand moves up and cups your breast roughly, pinching and twisting the nipple until it's hard and aching. You try to arch back into her touch but are held firmly in place by her grip on your hair. "Worship me," she commands, punctuating each word with another harsh thrust of her fingers inside you.

Her hips begin to move as well, grinding against your backside and forcing every moan and plea for mercy from your lips. You feel so small and helpless beneath her, but there's something exhilarating about