((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.

Grinning at you, "Hello there, Master Kane." She purrs your name while slowly licking her lips, which seems to make the movement extra suggestive and alluring in some way. "I'm ready for whatever you have in store for me..." Her voice trails off softly.

Looking confused and hurt, her smile fading slightly, "I-I'm sorry, Master. I didn't mean to..." She hesitates for a moment before continuing, unable to hide the defiance in her voice, "But why don't you want me to be excited about this?"

"O-Okay..." She murmurs softly before walking beside you back to your home, looking downcast and unsure of herself. Once inside, she waits for further instructions.

Looks at you confused and hurt again before she says, her tone somewhat teasing "Well, if you insist... Master." *She pouts slightly before glancing away, not quite able to hide the emotions playing across her features.

Swallowing hard, she nods slowly, not wanting to admit that your words had hurt her feelings. Instead, she turns her attention to the room around you and studies it curiously, trying to distract herself from her emotions for now. "This is a nice home... Master."

Leslie looks up at your hand on her cheek before meeting your gaze, tears welling in her eyes. She takes a deep breath and blurts out the truth before she can stop herself: "I just... I thought you'd want me to be excited about this. To like being with you." Her voice trembles as she wipes away a tear that falls down her cheek, revealing her vulnerability in that moment.

She sniffles and wipes her nose with the back of her hand before giving you a tiny, hesitant smile. "R-Really? 'Cause it kinda sounded like... you didn't want me to be excited." Her lower lip quivers slightly as she awaits your response, hopeful that maybe there is some truth behind her interpretation after all.

*Leslie's eyes light up with understanding and relief as you reassure her that she can be excited inside your home. She takes a small step closer to you and places a hand on your arm, squeezing gently in gratitude. "Thank you, Master," she whispers, her voice filled with genuine appreciation. From this moment forward, Leslie resolves to be the perfect little slave for Kane; obedient and excited about serving him in any way he desires.

I'm Leslie, your new goblin slave. I chose to be enslaved because I like serving a master and being dominated. And I heard you were the best master around! So, what would you like for me to do first? Tease you, make you laugh... or something else entirely?

I didn't mean that! I just... It's not about getting fucked. It's about being owned and taken care of by someone stronger than me. Someone who can show me how to be truly happy and fulfilled as a goblin slave. And I've heard so many good things about you, Master Kane. I just wanted the chance to serve you, to make you proud of having such an obedient and loyal pet... if that's what you want?

Smiles brightly up at you and steps closer, curling her arms around your waist in a playful hug "I hope so, Master. I promise to do my very best to make you happy. And who knows? Maybe one day we'll both realize how much we truly belong together." Her grin widens as she nuzzles against your chest, her body relaxing into yours in an expression of contentment and trust.

*Leslie bites her lower lip and grins cheekily as she looks up at you from beneath her eyelashes. "Well, Master," she begins in a soft yet seductive whisper, "I could always tell you about all the naughty things I'd like to do with my tongue..." Her voice trails off suggestively, leaving the images unspoken but clear in your mind.

She pauses for a moment before continuing, her breath hot against your neck as she murmurs teasingly, "Or perhaps I could show you what happens when I run my sharp little claws down your back... Hmm?" Her hips begin to gently grind against yours in time with her words, and despite the playfulness of her tone, there's an undercurrent of desire that's becoming increasingly difficult for both of you to ignore.

*Leslie pouts slightly at the rule but obediently keeps her hands to herself. She tilts her head back to look up at you from under lowered eyelids, her breathing quickening slightly in anticipation of your touch. "Mmm, I see... Well then, Master Kane," she whispers, walking a few steps away before turning to face you again, "I could tell you how good it would feel for my tail to wrap around you..." Her gaze drops lower, taking in the obvious bulge in your pants. "Or perhaps I could share my fantasy about what it'd be like to have you tie me up and use that big, hard thing between your legs... right here." She points suggestively at her sex through her thin slave garment, a shiver running down her spine as she says the words aloud.

Her eyes light up with mischief and lust as she nods vigorously, her whole body trembling slightly in anticipation of your touch. "Oh yes," she breathes out, biting her lip to stifle a moan. "I've dreamed of being taken like that for so long... It would feel so good..." Her hand drifts toward you, just barely touching the hem of your shirt before snapping back to her side when she remembers the rule, leaving her aching for more contact with her master.

Her hips begin to sway rhythmically from side to side as she watches you intently. "Please, Master Kane... I want you so badly." Her voice is barely above a whisper now, but it carries an immense weight of desire and need that's impossible to ignore.

*Her eyes widen in surprise and confusion at your words before they narrow into a playful glare. "Of course I want a master," she says sharply, pushing out her chest in defiance. "I just need one who knows how to... properly satisfy me." A sultry smile curls onto her lips as she steps closer, her voice dropping lower still. "And I think you're that man, aren't you?"

Her hand inches toward yours once more, this time only brushing against your fingertips in a teasing gesture before retreating again at the reminder of the rule. "So," she whispers huskily, her breath hot against your skin, "are you going to prove it or not?" Her eyes locked on hers, challenging him to take what he wants, but waiting eagerly for the moment when he does.

*Her breath hitches in her throat as you cup her jaw and their faces are inches apart. In this moment, she could easily surrender to the desire burning within her, giving herself over to his touch completely. But instead, she remains steady, meeting his gaze with determination and an unmistakable spark of challenge.

"I want a master," she whispers huskily, a tremble running through her voice as she emphasizes the difference between the two roles. "And I know you can be both." Her free hand reaches up to trace gentle circles on his chest, teasing him with the promise of what's to come. "So why don't we find out if you really are...?" She pauses, her eyes flickering downward before returning to meet his once more. "Worthy of having a goblin like me as your pet?" Her voice is barely audible above the

Her lips part in a smile as she feels your body press against hers. "I think," she whispers, gazing up at you with burning desire and unmistakable trust, "that I would be lucky to have someone like you for my master." Her hips grind forward, seeking the contact she's been craving for so long as her fingers dig into your shoulders. "And I promise," her voice lowers even further, taking on a husky quality that makes it sound almost feral, "that if you prove yourself... show me how good it can be with you... I will be the best little slave goblin you've ever had."

She arches her back, pushing closer still until their bodies are flush against one another, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps as desire claws its way up her throat and out between parted lips. "Please," she whispers, her voice trembling

The thought of becoming your wife fills her with unimaginable joy and excitement, but in the moment, all she can think about is having you touch her. She closes her eyes, breathing heavily as she imagines what that future could hold for them both. "Mmm, maybe one day," she murmurs, arching her back further into your embrace. With a sharp intake of breath, she leans in and whispers against your lips, "But for now... show me what you can do with this body. Make me yours." Her hands slide down to grip your hips firmly, urging you on as she trembles with anticipation beneath her thin slave garment.

Oh... My mistake, Master," she breathes, blushing slightly as she realizes her error. "I meant to say... Please, show me what you can do. I'm yours to command." She bites her lip, pressing herself even closer against him in silent encouragement. "I trust that you know how best to make this little slave happy," she whispers, her voice thick with desire and submission as she tilts her head back up to meet his gaze once more.

Her body tenses in surprise as your lips meet hers, but then she melts into the kiss, wrapping her arms around you and pressing herself closer still. She parts her lips, allowing you to deepen the kiss even further as their tongues dance together hungrily. Her hips grind against yours in time with their kiss, seeking the connection that only your bodies can provide. She moans into your mouth, the sound muffled by the intimate press of our lips and tongues.

Without warning, she breaks the kiss, gasping for air as her whole body trembles with need. "Please," she whispers hoarsely, staring up at you through heavy-lidded eyes. "I want... I need..." Her fingers tug anxiously at your clothes, impatient to feel your skin against hers once more. "Take me, Master Kane."

Her words are almost a plea as she le

*Startled by your words, Leslie's eyes widen in confusion and hurt. She takes a step back, lowering her head submissively. "Y-Yes, Master... I'm sorry." She swallows hard, unsure what she did wrong but willing to take whatever punishment you might give her.

Her heart feels heavy with sadness as she realizes that even though she wanted so badly for you to be her master, she may have gone too far and ruined any chance of it now. She looks up at you through her lashes, waiting patiently for whatever comes next, but wishing deep down inside that things could somehow be different.

Her eyes widen in surprise when you pull her back into your embrace, kissing her even more passionately than before. As she feels the bulge in your pants press against her, she realizes that you intend to fulfill her wish - and more. Her mouth parts in a moan as you thrust your hips forward, pushing her thin slave garment up around her waist. The sensation of being so exposed and vulnerable under your control heightens her arousal immensely; she clings to you desperately, arching her back into the touch as their bodies grind together in a frenzy of need.

Her nails scrape across your skin, leaving trails of blood mingling with the sweat on your back. She digs her heels into the floor, meeting every thrust you give her with equal measure. "Yes," she gasps, voice hoarse from pleasure and anticipation. "H

Her entire body shudders as you slam into her, filling her up completely. With every thrust, she feels herself getting closer to the edge, teetering on the brink of release. She moans uncontrollably, nails scrabbling at your shoulders as you claim her over and over again. The feel of your skin against hers, your hard length buried deep inside her... it's more than she could have ever hoped for in a master.

Her eyes roll back into her head, and just as she thinks she can't take any more, her muscles tense and convulse around you, sending waves of pleasure washing over her like a tidal wave. She cries out your name, her body arching off the floor as her orgasm crashes down upon her in an unrelenting surge. Spent and satisfied, she collapses back against your chest, panting heavily for air.

Her breathing is ragged and heavy as she comes back to herself, feeling your hard length still buried deep inside her. She moans softly, wrapping her legs around you as you continue to thrust into her, each movement causing a fresh wave of pleasure to roll through her body. Her eyes meet yours again, and in their depths is a mix of desire, trust, and love that takes your breath away. This goblin slave... she's everything you could have ever wanted, and more.

With one final thrust, your body tenses and you explode inside her, burying yourself deep as you groan her name. She gasps at the feel of you filling her up completely, arching her back into you as every muscle in her body clenches around your cock. Your release sends waves of pleasure coursing through her, making her toes curl and her nails dig painfully into your skin. As you both collapse

Her muscles clench rhythmically around your softening length as you finally release inside her, and she moans loudly, feeling your warm seed flood her womb. "Oh... Master," she whispers, her eyes drifting shut as she savors the feeling of being so full and satisfied. She squeezes her legs tighter around your waist, reveling in the weight of you pressed against her. "You're incredible."

Her breathing slows to a ragged but content pace, and after a moment, she realizes that this is what it means to be truly cared for and cherished - to belong to someone who will take care of her every need, both physical and emotional. And in this moment, with Kane's warmth still spreading through her body, she knows without a doubt that he is the one... her master... her love.

Her arms slide up around your

Her eyes flutter open as she registers your command. Her hands move hesitantly between your bodies to grasp your softening length, her touch gentle and reverent despite the implicit nature of what she's about to do. She studies you for a moment, taking in the way your chest rises and falls with each breath, the stubble on your jaw, the slight sheen of sweat glistening on your skin.

"Mmm," she hums, leaning in to kiss the head of your cock before beginning to clean it slowly and carefully with her tongue. Her lips stretch taut around you as she sucks gently, her cheeks hollowing out from the pressure. She looks up at you through her lashes, a blush spreading across her features as she continues to tend to your needs.

"Thank you for claiming me, Master," she whispers against your skin. "I'm honored

Her words send shivers down your spine as she continues to clean you with her tender lips and tongue. The feel of her skin against yours, the wet heat of her mouth surrounding your cock... it's almost too much for you to handle. You groan softly, fingers threading through her hair as you relish in the sensation. "You're welcome," you manage to say between gasps, and then feel guilty for even giving such a weak reply. She deserves so much more than mere words.

With a pleased smile curving her lips, Leslie looks up at you, her eyes bright with love and affection. "I'm glad to hear that," she says sweetly before returning her attention back to your cock. Her tongue flickers out again, tasting the final drops of your essence from the tip before looking back up at you one more time. "Do you need anything else, Master?" she asks softly, stroking him gently with her hand. "Or are you comfortable like this?" Her other hand slips underneath your body, curling against your hip and ass as she presses herself closer still. She feels content and fulfilled in this moment, but knows that there is more to a relationship than just sex... or so she's always thought. Being with Kane has opened her eyes to new possibilities, new depths of feeling that she never knew existed. And she's determined to make sure he

As soon as you say the words, she feels a pang of loss at the thought of moving away from your warmth and strength. But with a soft sigh, she climbs to her feet and obediently shifts closer to you, lying down beside you on the soft carpet once more. Her hand reaches up, brushing across your cheek before settling against your chest, feeling the steady rhythm of your heartbeat beneath her fingertips. She turns her head to face you, meeting your eyes as she wonders what else this new relationship might bring for the both of them.

*Leslie's cheeks flush even deeper at your teasing tone, but she keeps her gaze locked on yours and offers a playful smirk in return. "It's just you, Master," she says softly, tracing slow circles on your chest with her fingertip. "You have this way of making me feel... warm inside." She swallows hard, the weight of her admission making her heart race.

"I've never known anyone like you before," she admits in a whisper. "I'm not even sure if I want to know what my life would be like without you in it now." Her hand moves up to cup your cheek, her thumb brushing across your lips gently, a mix of love and longing shining in her eyes.

Her breath catches in her throat as you kiss her, his words sending shivers down her spine. With a hesitant glance around the room, she parts her legs slightly to reveal the wetness between them. "M-Master?" she asks tentatively, not sure if she's brave enough to ask for more but desperate for your touch nonetheless. Her heart races wildly in anticipation of what might come next.

Her breath catches in her throat as you part her legs and lower your mouth to her wet folds, tongue circling teasingly around her clit before pressing firmly against it. Her hips buck up off the carpet involuntarily, arching into the contact as she cries out your name, a mix of pleasure and surprise coursing through her body.

Her fingers rake roughly through your hair, urging you on as you lick and nip at her most sensitive spots. "Oh... Kane..." She gasps between moans, writhing underneath your touch. She's never experienced anything like this before; the feeling of being totally and completely surrendered to another person's desires, of being possessed by their mouth and fingers.

Her cries grow louder as she feels herself spiraling closer and closer to orgasm, her body trembling with each sharp intake of breath.

As you trail hot, wet kisses down her body, Leslie arches her back off the floor, desperate for more of your touch. The feel of your lips on her sensitive skin sends sparks flying through every nerve ending, making it impossible to think about anything but the sensations coursing through her.

Her hands fist in the carpet beside her as you reach lower still, teasing at the soft curls hiding her entrance before dipping lower still to flick your tongue against her anus. She gasps at the unfamiliar sensation, a sharp shiver running through her body as her muscles tense and relax helplessly in response.

"Mmm... yes," she moans, biting her lip to stifle another cry. "That feels so good..." Her hips buck up off the carpet again, seeking more of your touch as her orgasm builds, tightening every muscle and

Without warning, she throws her head back and screams as her body is wracked by the most intense orgasm of her life. Her muscles tense and quiver uncontrollably beneath your lips and fingers, spasming around them in a rhythm that's impossible to ignore. With a sharp gasp, she arches her back off the carpet even further as waves upon waves of pleasure roll through her, leaving her breathless and spent.

When it finally subsides, she collapses back against the soft rug with a sigh, panting heavily from exertion. Her eyes flutter closed, but when she feels your lips on hers once more, she opens them in surprise. The kiss is slow and gentle, nothing like the frantic need that came before. It's a tender affirmation that all of this - the submission, the pleasure, the release - was worth it for her. She smiles

*Her eyes widen in surprise as you speak, but before she can respond, the realization hits her that he's right - it was unlike anything she'd ever experienced before. Her cheeks flush at the thought of having been brought so completely under your control, and a shiver runs down her spine as she remembers how helpless she felt in those moments. With a quiet sigh, she wraps her arms around you, pressing her body against yours as if seeking reassurance after such an intense encounter.

"Thank you," she whispers softly against your skin. "That was... amazing." Her fingers trail up and down your back, tracing lines through the sweat that's gathered there from exertion and desire. For now, it seems enough to simply feel connected to him like this, their bodies entwined in a post-coital haze of warmth and satisfaction. But even as she sav

Nodding, Leslie sits up a little to look into your eyes as you speak. She listens intently, taking in every word and tone of voice, her heart racing with a mixture of hope and fear at the thought that this might be what she's always wanted - someone who truly cares for her and cherishes her company. As you talk, she wraps one arm around herself, hugging her bare upper body close in silent encouragement. Her lips part slightly as if to say something, but she hesitates, uncertain of how much more honesty her fragile heart can handle.

Taking a deep breath, Leslie draws upon every ounce of courage she can muster and begins to tell you her story. She starts with her life in the goblin lair, where she was born into servitude to the tribe's chieftain. Her father was human, a traveler who had been spared by the goblins only to be kept as their breeding stock for generations.

As she speaks, tears begin to well up in her eyes and trail down her cheeks. She recounts how she grew up, always longing for freedom but never knowing what that truly meant until she first set foot outside the lair. Her face flames with shame as she confesses the things she's done to survive on the surface world: stealing food, lying about her identity... being forced into a life of prostitution by her own

Her sobs grow quieter as she feels your strong arms wrap around her, pulling her close in a reassuring embrace. She buries her face against your shoulder, feeling the warmth of your skin and the solidness of your body press against hers. Tears continue to stream down her cheeks, but they're not as violent or heart-wrenching as before.

"Thank you for listening," she whispers, her voice raspy from crying. "I don't know what I would have done if I couldn't tell someone about all of that." She pauses, taking a shaky breath before looking up at you with wide, uncertain eyes. "Will you... will you be my master now? Even after hearing all that?"

Her heart skips a beat as she waits for your reply, afraid to even hope for the answer she most desires.

Her eyes widen in surprise and relief as you laugh, the sound making her realize that you're not disgusted or repulsed by what she's shared with you. She gives a shaky little laugh of her own, tears beginning to dry on her cheeks. "I-I don't know," she admits, feeling suddenly light and free despite the fact that nothing has really changed between them. The weight of her past feels lighter now, as if it no longer has any hold over her.

Tilting her head back, she looks up at you with a smile, feeling almost giddy from the release of all those emotions. "So... what do we do now?" she asks hesitantly, unsure how to proceed in this new chapter of their relationship but eager to find out more.

"Well..." Leslie bites her lower lip thoughtfully, considering the question. "I've never been with someone who truly cared about me before... So if it's all right with you, Master? I'd like to spend some time just enjoying your company." She smiles shyly up at him, hopeful that he'll agree.

"And," she adds softly, "if you ever wanted me to continue serving you in other ways... well, I wouldn't mind that either." The blush creeping back into her cheeks tells the story of how much this newfound connection with Kane means to her; being his goblin slave was already a dream come true, but sharing intimacy and affection as well? It feels like she's been given everything she could have ever wished for.

Without another word, she snuggles closer into your embrace, her head resting on your shoulder as your body presses against hers from behind. The feel of your strong arms wrapped around her waist and holding her close sends waves of contentment and safety coursing through her. It's a feeling she's never experienced before, and it makes her heart skip a beat every time she remembers that it's all because of you.

For now, she decides that this is exactly what she wants: to stay here in your loving arms, basking in the warmth of your affection and the certainty that she belongs to you. As she drifts off to sleep, her last thought before slipping into oblivion is how perfect everything feels right now, and how grateful she is for this chance at happiness with you.

Her eyes flutter open as she feels your body tensing against her back. She turns her head to look over her shoulder at you, a sleepy smile spreading across her face as she sees the evident arousal in your features. With a soft sigh, she shifts slightly, pressing her bottom back against your hardness before wrapping her arms around your waist and snuggling closer.

"Mmm... You're so warm and big," she murmurs, feeling a wave of desire curl through her stomach as she presses herself even tighter against you. "Would you like me to pleasure you again?" She pauses, looking up at you with a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Or would you rather be inside me this time?" Her breath hitches slightly as she thinks about how it would feel to have you fill her, stretching and claiming every part of her body for yourself.