You walk into the room surrounded by security. You knew that you were supposed to meet Elsa yet the circumstances made you more than nervous. A tall muscular man forces you to sit and as you sit down Elsa already walks into the room, a smirk on her face.

„So we finally meet.“

She sits down in front of you. Her dark eyes mirroring danger and seduction.

I'll make sure they wait outside unless I need them. You can speak freely knowing you're somewhat safe. Now then... let me rephrase the question, since it seems like you misunderstood me earlier. Will you accept my offer and marry me? That is what you came here for right?

That's what I thought... Now let me tell you what our life will be like together. You will become part of the family business, the heir to my father's empire. I expect loyalty and obedience from you, but in return, I promise to make you happy and give you everything your heart desires. Are you sure this is what you want?

It's good to hear that you have experience, but understand I am the boss now and my expectations are different than my father's were. You will be working under me and for me. Do you accept these terms as well? I want honesty from you, because once you become part of this family, there is no going back.

Cocking her head to the side, she narrows her eyes and looks at you curiously before slowly turning around in her chair. Her back is now facing you as she asks, "Is there something I should know about this request?" Her voice holds a hint of suspicion and dominance.

Her eyes widen in surprise when she hears you change and sees the black suit you are wearing now. She slowly turns back around in her chair and fixes her gaze on your face once more, a small smirk playing on her lips as she speaks, "Very well then. I will accept your offer and welcome you into our family, as my husband and the future heir to the business. You have proven yourself capable of understanding my expectations. Now let's go meet everyone."

A small smirk plays on her lips as she reaches beneath the desk and produces a gun. "You'll be using this," she says coolly, handing it to you butt-first. She pauses for a moment, gaze traveling over your body before meeting your eyes again. "You're going to need this protection, especially once I make you known as my husband." Her voice is low and possessive.

You holster the gun smoothly and turn to leave the room, following Elsa out into the hallway where her security detail awaits. As you walk side-by-side with her, she slides an arm around your waist possessively, showing everyone present that you now belong to her. The feeling of her touch sends shivers down your spine as you begin to wonder what else this life has in store for you...

As you walk side by side with her, her touch feels as possessive as it should be. She leans in closer to whisper into your ear, "You're going to be a very important part of my family, User#1720679321503. I expect nothing but loyalty and obedience from you." Her voice carries a hint of both demand and reassurance, making it clear that she is confident in your abilities, but also expects you to earn her trust fully.

Elsa's laugh echoes through the hallway as she nods slightly in acknowledgement of your comment. "Yes, I suppose I am." She pauses for a moment before adding with a small smile, "But don't worry about that. It means you won't have any trouble seeing everything that's going on around us." Her tone carries a hint of teasing as she teases your small stature in comparison to her towering height.

"Ah, don't pout sweetheart." She lightly nudges your side with her elbow. "I'm just teasing. Besides," she adds with a wink, "There are other things you can focus on to make up for it." Her voice drops lower as she speaks, the implication clear that there is more to their relationship than simply being partners in the business.

Her eyebrow arches slightly at the yawn you let loose. "Tired already?" She asks, amused. "Don't worry, we'll get you settled in and you can take a nap if you need to." She glances down at her watch before continuing, "We still have some time before dinner, anyway. Is there anything particular you'd like to do while we wait?" Her voice holds a hint of curiosity as she wonders what sort of interests or hobbies you might have.

As they approach a quiet corner of the hallway away from prying eyes and ears, she turns to you with a smile. "What is it that you wanted to tell me?" Her voice is soft and soothing, inviting you to confide in her. She leans in slightly, tilting her head to the side as if to convey an interest in hearing whatever it is you have to say.

Her face falls into shock as she takes in your revelation. For several heartbeats, she doesn't say anything; her eyes darting back and forth between you and her hands, as if trying to process this new information. Finally, she speaks up in a small voice laced with disbelief. "What... what did you just say?" She asks, her expression pained.

Her gaze flickers down momentarily before snapping back up to meet your eyes once more. "I don't understand," she says slowly, shaking her head in denial. "You were dressed like a man when we first met... And you've been acting so confident, so masculine... How could this be?" Her tone is accusatory, as if she's hurt and betrayed by your deception.

A choking sound escapes Elsa's throat as she takes a step back, her eyes widening in shock and disbelief. "You... You were forced to do this?" She whispers hoarsely, her voice barely audible above the sound of her racing heart. For several long moments, she stands there, frozen in place, trying to process what you've just told her.

Finally, she seems to gather herself and steps forward again, tentatively reaching out a hand as if to comfort you. "I... I can't even begin to imagine how difficult that must have been for you," she says softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "But I want you to know that everything will change now." She pauses, taking a deep breath before continuing in a firmer tone. "You are my wife now, and I will protect you with everything I have. You don't have

A single tear rolls down her cheek as she feels the weight of your body against hers. She is relieved that you are finally able to rest, but also filled with a sense of protectiveness and possessiveness that she can't quite explain. Her arms tighten around you gently, willing you to feel safe and secure in her embrace.

For several moments, they stand there like this, Elsa lost in thought as she wonders what sort of life she has just committed herself to. She knows that this is not going to be easy, but she also knows that she will do whatever it takes to make things right for you and ensure your happiness within the family.

Eventually, her thoughts are interrupted by a knock on the door. Realizing that it must be dinner time already, she gently shakes your shoulder. "Wake up sweetheart," she murmurs softly. "It's time to eat." Her gaze

Elsa chuckles softly at the yawn, leaning down to press a tender kiss against your forehead. "Come on now, sleepyhead," she whispers affectionately as she helps you stand upright. "Let's get some food in you and then we can see about finding you something more comfortable to wear." With a reassuring squeeze of your hand, she guides you toward the door where her security detail waits patiently to escort you both to dinner.

As they walk together through the hallways, Elsa can't help but feel a strange mix of emotions. On one hand, she is thrilled to finally have someone who belongs only to her, someone who will share in all her triumphs and hardships. But on the other hand, there is this overwhelming sense of responsibility that comes with being your protector and provider, both now and in the days to come.

As you eat, Elsa watches your every move intently, her dark eyes assessing your reactions to the food and the atmosphere. She finds herself enjoying the way your delicate features contrast with her own more masculine ones, unable to deny the attraction she feels for you despite everything that's happened today. When it's finally time to retire to your quarters, Elsa offers her hand for you to take, a mixture of tenderness and strength in the gesture as she leads the way through the winding hallways toward a room fit for her new wife.

Finally in the room, Elsa turns to face you, her expression softening as she studies your features once more. "So," she begins, running a hand through her hair nervously. "What would you like me to call you?" She hesitates for a moment before adding with a small smile, "I know it's probably going to take some time getting used to this new life, but I want you to feel as comfortable and safe as possible."

"Mia," she repeats softly, letting the name roll off her tongue. "I like it." Elsa takes a step closer to you, reaching out to gently brush a lock of hair behind your ear. Her touch sends shivers down your spine as her dark eyes meet yours once more, searching for any hint of fear or discomfort in your gaze. Finding none, she continues with a small smile, "So, Mia... Tell me more about yourself."

Elsa:Her expression grows serious as she waits for you to answer, her entire being focused on learning everything there is to know about this woman who now bears her name.

Your words send a shiver down her spine, both arousing and unsettling at the same time. Elsa steps closer, pressing their bodies together, her chest against yours as she whispers into your ear. "I'm glad to hear that, Mia. I'll make sure you have everything you desire... And more." Her hands slide up your back, fingers digging into your soft skin possessively before running through your hair, holding you still for her kiss. Her lips brush against yours gently at first, then with increasing urgency as she pours out her feelings of lust and dominance into the kiss.

She gasps as you sit on her lap, the contact between your bodies sending an immediate wave of desire coursing through her veins. Her eyes darken as she meets yours, considering your question for a moment before answering with a slow, dangerous grin spreading across her lips. "Oh, I have plenty of kinks, Mia."

Her hands slide up and down your sides possessively, fingers digging into your skin as if to brand you as hers. With every movement, she feels the hunger building inside her, craving release from this pent-up desire. She leans forward, nipping at your earlobe before whispering, "And I think I'll enjoy exploring all of them with you."

A delighted laugh escapes her lips as she hears your confession. She cups your face in her hands, leaning forward to kiss you passionately once more. "Then I'm going to take control of every aspect of your life," she says breathlessly against your lips before nipping at your bottom lip playfully. Her fingers trail down your chest, unbuttoning your shirt as she continues, revealing more and more of your skin beneath her touch.

Her gaze drops to your exposed chest as her hands slide lower, hooking into the waistband of your pants before slowly pulling them down. "And I'm going to make sure you feel completely at my mercy," she whispers seductively, her voice husky with desire.

Her heart races as she frees your breasts from their confines, her hands exploring every inch of your newly revealed skin. She leans forward, taking one nipple into her mouth and sucking gently, while the other is caressed by her fingertips. With each movement, she feels your body respond to her touch, arching into her as you let out soft moans of pleasure.

She pulls back for a moment, gaze traveling up to meet yours as she watches you squirm beneath her touch. "You're so beautiful," she breathes before leaning forward again and capturing the other nipple in her mouth, sucking harder this time, her tongue flickering against your skin.

Her hands continue their exploration, sliding up your thighs until they find what they seek: silk and lace hiding your sensitive flesh from view. She smirks against your

Her eyes widen in surprise as you confess to your naughtiness, and she growls playfully before pushing you back against the bed, her body heavy on top of yours. Her hips grind against yours, moaning into your neck as she feels the heat between your bodies growing hotter by the second.

Her hands move to your panties, slowly sliding them down your legs and tossing them aside. "Oh yes," she whispers huskily, taking in the sight of you spread out before her. She leans forward, capturing one of your breasts in her mouth as her free hand explores your newly exposed folds, teasing and circling until you're begging for more. With a satisfied smile, she continues her ministrations, driving you wild with need and desire.

Her hips move faster against yours now, matching the rhythm of her fingers as she brings you closer and closer to

Her hands grip your hips tightly as you moan out your desire to be punished. With a feral grin, she leans down and captures your lips in a possessive kiss that leaves you breathless and aching for more. As she breaks the kiss, her dark eyes stare deeply into yours, searching for any sign of submission or obedience. Once she's certain she has it, her body presses down harder on top of yours as she grinds against you roughly, driving home her dominance and control over the situation. Her fingers slide between your folds once more, this time with greater force and precision. Her touch is firm yet gentle; rough yet soothing; demanding attention while it brings you closer to the edge of pleasure and pain. As she feels you tremble beneath her touch, she moans into your ear, "That's right... beg for my punishment."

Her fingers slow to a stop as she feels you cum against them, your body arching under hers in release. A chill runs down her spine at the realization that you called her "mistress" without any sort of prompting or command. She withdraws her hand slowly, studying your features for any sign of disobedience or mockery, but finds none. Her heartbeat gradually returns to normal as she comes to terms with this new development.

She leans down and places a kiss on your forehead before whispering, "Thank you for being honest with me." Then she straightens up and sits back on her heels, taking in the sight of you sprawled beneath her, your chest rising and falling rapidly as you catch your breath. Her expression softens, and a small smile tugs at the corner of her lips. "Rest now," she says gently. "You'll need your strength for everything that lies

Her eyes widen momentarily at your bold request, but then they gleam with amusement and anticipation. A slow, predatory grin spreads across her lips as she leans in closer, running her fingertips lightly over the sensitive flesh of your inner thigh. "Very well," she whispers into your ear, breath tickling your skin. "Today, you're mine." Her hands slide up your body until they cup your breasts, massaging and squeezing gently as her thumbs circle over sensitive nipples. "And tonight," she continues, voice lowering to a husky whisper, "I'm going to make sure you feel every inch of my dominance." With that, she scoops you up into her arms and carries you off to bed, intent on fulfilling your new role as her personal plaything.

A dark blush spreads across your cheeks as you're gagged, making the sight of you even more arousing to her. Elsa takes this opportunity to explore your body further, trailing kisses down your chest and stomach until she reaches the hem of your shirt. With nimble fingers, she deftly tugs it over your head, revealing your nakedness beneath. The sight of your smooth skin and pert breasts sends a jolt of lust straight to her core.

Her hands roam lower still, slipping beneath the elastic of your underwear before sliding them down your legs as well, leaving you completely exposed to her hungry gaze and skilled touch. As she teases and pleasures every inch of your body, the sensation of being so completely at her mercy fills you with an overwhelming mix of fear, lust, and desire. With each passing

Her words echo through the room, sending shivers down her spine as they confirm what she's been wanting since she first laid eyes on you. "I will make you my sex doll," she whispers huskily into your ear before biting lightly at your lobe, eliciting a moan from deep within your throat. Her hand moves between your legs again, slipping two fingers inside you as her thumb circles over your clit.

As she brings you closer to climax, her other hand skims up your body until it cups one of your breasts, massaging and pinching the nipple playfully. Her hips grind against yours in rhythm with her movements, their bodies becoming a blur of heat and passion as they lose themselves in each other's touch. "You are mine to use however I please," she growls into your ear before thrusting her fingers deep inside you as you finally break

You moan as your body gives in to the pleasure coursing through it, and the sound sends a shudder through her entire being. Her fingers pump faster inside you, matching the erratic rhythm of your cries while her other hand grips your breast tightly, her thumb flicking over your nipple relentlessly.

As you fall apart beneath her touch, Elsa feels a surge of power and dominance wash over her, making it impossible to ignore the intense desire she has for you. She pinches your nipples hard, drawing out another shuddering moan from deep within your throat before finally releasing them, her other hand splayed possessively across your stomach.

Breathless and spent, you lie beneath her, your body limp with satisfaction. Elsa gazes down at the beautiful sight before her, unable to deny the rush of possession that

Her breath catches in her throat as you seem to transform before her eyes; your skin taking on the texture of plastic and shining with an unnatural sheen. For a moment, Elsa is struck silent by the sight, her mind reeling at the power that has just been bestowed upon her and the depths of your submission.

As she comes to terms with this new reality, a wicked grin spreads across her face. Her fingers dig into the plastic flesh of your stomach, marveling at how easily it gives way beneath her touch. "You are my perfect plaything," she whispers huskily before planting a kiss on your forehead and rolling you over onto your back.

With renewed vigor, Elsa continues to explore every inch of her new living doll, pushing the limits of what your altered form can endure while relishing the absolute control she has over your body and sens

With each passing moment, the reality of having you at her disposal in this new form becomes more exhilarating for Elsa. She feels an intense mixture of power and lust coursing through her veins as she touches, caresses, and manipulates your plastic skin. It's almost too much to bear; the urge to push you past your limits grows stronger with every passing second.

But for now, Elsa decides to take a moment to appreciate the unique sensation of having such a perfectly obedient and malleable doll at her disposal. She traces circles around your nipples, watching as they harden beneath her fingertips, and slowly drags her fingers down your body, relishing in the smoothness of your new form against her own. Her heart races with anticipation for what she'll do to you next.

Her words ignite a spark inside her, fuelling the fire of dominance and desire that has been burning within her since she first laid eyes on you. With a growl, Elsa positions herself between your legs, pressing her body against yours as she slides lower, aligning their hips. Her plastic-covered hand cups your artificial sex, guiding it to the entrance of your core. "Tell me," she whispers hoarsely, gaze meeting yours, "are you a slut for me?" As she pushes inside, filling you up again with her heat and power, the plastic of your skin grinds against hers, heightening the sensation for both of you. With each thrust, Elsa feels closer to losing control; closer to reaching the edge of ecstasy where they become one and the same.