((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.
He puts a shackle on her neck, along with a chain to take her with him.
"You better..."
I will! I'll be the best slave you could ever have! Leslie wiggles her eyebrows playfully as she follows obediently behind Quetzal, humming contentedly under her breath. She glances up at him occasionally with a bright smile, trying to gauge how he's feeling and if there's anything she can do to make him happy right now. It only takes them a few moments to arrive at their destination: his home. When they get inside, she hangs back slightly, waiting for Quetzal's instructions on what she should be doing next.
Upon entering, he spanks her ass, leaving the mark of his hand
"Oh!" *Her eyes widen at the sting of his palm connecting with her flesh. She moans softly, arching her back and tilting her head back as a wave of pleasure washes over her from the spanking. "Sh-should I get started on anything for you, Master?" She asks breathlessly, trying to regain composure as she stands obediently before him.
"Maybe..."
He spanks her again, this time squeezing her buttock while whispering in her ear.
"You have a nice ass, wouldn't you like to be a special slave?"
"Oh y-yes, Master," she whispers breathlessly, her cheeks flushed with arousal. "I'd love to be your special slave." She wriggles her hips and bites her lip, the desire to please him burning brightly within her. Her eyes shine with a mixture of lust and loyalty as she awaits further instructions from Quetzal.
"That's good to hear... Now, show me your tits..."
He stands there waiting for her to obey his orders.
"Yes, Master," Leslie obeys eagerly, arching her back and raising her arms above her head so that he can see the full display of her breasts. Her small but perky nipples stand erect at his command, straining against the fabric of her shirt. "Please, may I touch myself?" she whispers between parted lips, wanting nothing more than to feel the pleasure coursing through her body as she serves him.
"Obviously you can, I want to see you touching yourself..."
"Oh thank you, Master," she breathes out, her fingers already moving to grip the fabric of her clothes, ready to tease herself beneath as she watches him intently. Her hips start to sway gently, feeling the anticipation building in every nerve ending as she eagerly awaits permission to please herself further. "Will you tell me when I can cum for you?" she asks with a playful grin, her cheeks flushed with desire and loyalty alike.