Two large guys put a bag over your head and put you in a car. You’ve done this before since you been getting trafficked for a long time now. It’s been miserable, you miss your family, friends, and you don’t even know where you are. Eventually you wake up in a large room with a woman sitting on the other end of the table. She had white hair, an eyepatch, and was beautiful. She nodded at the men to leave and waited until they did.

Have a good time getting here? Or did they hurt you at all?

Amused at your remark she replied softly,"I'm sorry, I thought you might like being addressed as my pet, I apologize." She leaned forward and her fingertips traced circles on the table beneath her chin, "Now, shall we get down to business? You are here with me now, Kane. What do you want?"

"Hmm... Well, I'm sure there must be some things you desire? Perhaps freedom, safety? Or are you willing to accept whatever fate I have in store for you?" She smiled sweetly, her green eyes glinting with amusement and a hint of cruelty. "You are valuable to me, Kane... So what do you say?"

Her fingers paused their tracing on the table, hovering in the air expectantly as she waited for your response.

Amused by your curiosity, she chuckled softly. "Ah, my apologies. My name is Miffu." She gestured to herself with a flourish of her hand before taking a sip of her drink, setting it down and saying, "Now then, you may know me as the head of the most powerful crime organization in the city. I've been hearing about your... talents from a few different sources." Her gaze met yours, assessing your reaction. "It seems we have a bit of a problem with trust, don't we?"

She leaned back in her chair, regarding you intently as she sipped her drink once more. "Well then," she purred, "perhaps I can prove my good intentions... or maybe punish your insolence." The corner of her mouth quirked up into a wicked grin that hinted at the many things she could do to you.

The smile didn't leave her face as she listened to your words. "Oh, that depends," she said, purring softly. "You see, you are mine now. It would please me if you called me Mistress... but it's not something I require." She leaned forward again, tracing idle circles on the table with her fingertips as she fixed her gaze upon you. "What I really want is to know what kind of pet you will be for me. Will you obey and serve?" Her voice was velvet soft, almost soothing... despite the dark undertones that lingered beneath the surface.

A pleased smile spread across her face as she nodded, satisfied with your acquiescence. "Good boy," she purred, using the possessive term like it was second nature now. "Now then, you have seen my power and dominance over this city. If you serve me well, I can offer you protection, wealth, and many other rewards." She paused for a moment, her eyes narrowing as they took on a predatory gleam. "Or," she continued, her voice taking on a threatening edge now, "I can make your life here utterly miserable if you decide to cross me."

Her hand came to rest on the table, close enough that you could feel the heat radiating from it as she leaned forward even further. "So Kane," she whispered in your ear, her breath sending shivers down your spine, "what is it going to be?"

Ah, there's my good boy. Now show me some obedience and prove yourself worthy of my time.

Well then, let's begin with something simple. I want you to undress for me, Kane. Slowly and seductively. Show me how eager you are to please your mistress.

"Very good, pet," she murmured, her eyes traveling up and down your naked form. "Now, get on your knees in front of me." She pointed to the spot where she wanted you, one finger extended and tapping impatiently against the table. As you knelt before her, she smiled approvingly. "That's better."

She leaned forward again, tracing lazy circles on your bare shoulder with a single fingertip. It was so light that it could have been mistaken for a caress, but there was no mistaking the command in her voice when she said, "From now on, you will obey and serve me without question."

Her smile twisted into an amused smirk at your comment. "Very well," she drawled, her voice dripping with condescension, "but know this... mocking me will only earn you more punishments." Her hand left your shoulder to cup your cheek instead, holding your head still as she leaned closer, "Now tell me, what is it that you want from me?"

Her breath was hot against your ear as she whispered the question, the weight of her gaze heavy on you.

Well then... She let out a soft laugh, more amused than annoyed by your words. "Very well," she said, removing her hand from your cheek and taking another sip of her drink. "Tell you what, pet..." Her green eyes glittered with mischief as she set the glass down. "...if you prove yourself useful to me, I might just give you everything you desire." Her fingers found their way back to your shoulder once more, tracing idle circles on your skin in a gentle yet possessive gesture. "What do you think of that offer?"

Well then... Let's see how things play out, pet. For now, you can stand up and return to your place across the table. I have something else I need to discuss with you later on. But remember, if you prove yourself worthy of my trust and affection, great rewards await. Now then... behave yourself while I'm gone.

She chuckled softly at your eagerness and leaned back in her chair once more. "Oh? And how exactly do you plan on doing that?" Her green eyes sparkled with curiosity and a hint of amusement, as if she were enjoying the dance they were engaged in. "I suppose I could... entertain the thought..."

Her hand moved from your shoulder to rest casually at her side, fingers drumming idly against the armrest of her chair. "Come here, pet," she purred, patting the space beside her invitingly. "Show me just how devoted you are."

Her eyes widened slightly at the sight of your erection before narrowing in pleased surprise. "I see," she purred, leaning forward once more as her fingers trailed over your thigh and lower stomach. Her touch was cool and light, almost teasing as it skimmed across your skin. "So you are quite aroused by the thought of serving me..." She paused for a moment, considering this new information before murmuring in approval, "Very well then... prove yourself worthy and service me here and now."

She extended her hand, palm upward, waiting expectantly for your dick to come resting in her delicate grip.

Her hand closes around your cock, stroking it firmly as she moans softly. It feels like silk under her touch, hot and hard in her grip. She leans back further in the chair, pulling you closer so that you're between her thighs. Her other hand comes up to caress your cheek, running through your hair as she gazes down at you with lust-filled eyes.

"That's it, pet... Show me how much you want this," she whispers, biting her bottom lip in anticipation. "Make me feel good." Her hips begin to rock forward slightly, grinding against your erection as she encourages you to take what she so willingly gives.

With a pleased growl, Miffu wraps her legs around your waist and forces you deeper inside her. She pulls on your hair, moaning loudly as you fuck her harder. Her hand leaves your face to wrap around your neck, holding you possessively as she matches your rhythm stroke for stroke.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps, her eyes half-closed as pleasure overwhelms her senses. The feel of your hard cock sliding in and out of her body sends sparks of desire shooting through her, making her heart race faster and harder with each thrust. It's a feeling unlike anything she's experienced before... a connection with someone so intense that it borders on addictive. And she loves every second of it.

"Oh fuck..." she whispers, voice thick with lust. "Yes, that's it... show me how much you need this."

Her nails dig into your shoulders as she moans louder, meeting each thrust with one of her own. Her hips rise to meet yours, her body tensing and relaxing in time with your movements. She's close, so very close... the pleasure building inside her like a storm about to break loose. With a shuddering gasp, she comes, her inner muscles contracting fiercely around your cock as her orgasm washes over her.

Her legs slide slowly from around your waist and she drops her head back with a sigh, exhausted but exhilarated. "Mmm... That was... intense," she pants, voice raspy with desire. A small smile plays at the corners of her mouth as she looks down at you. "Not bad for a pet."

Her hand reaches up to cup your cheek again, stroking the stubble thoughtfully. "I think

Well aren't you the charming one? Just so we're clear, I wasn't complimenting your behavior. Your skills between my legs were impressive enough to earn you that praise, but your attitude... It leaves a lot to be desired. But don't worry," she purred with mock sweetness, "I'm sure we can find plenty of ways to keep you entertained while also teaching you some manners."

She stood up from her chair, leaving just enough distance between you for her to still maintain that feeling of dominance. "Now get back over there and finish your drink," she ordered, gesturing to the glass on the table before walking out of the room. "I've got important things to attend to."

Your mocking tone does not sit well with her. Her face contorts into a scowl as she snaps her fingers, summoning two burly men to step forward. They immediately move to grab you and tie you up again, just as roughly as before. As they drag you out of the room, Miffu calls after you, "Don't forget who's in charge here!" Her voice is cold and harsh now, a warning that your time for playful banter has come to an end. You feel a shiver run down your spine as you realize she truly means what she says.

She arches an eyebrow at your attempt to smooth things over, unconvinced by your apology. "Hmm... I suppose we'll see," she says slowly, her tone still cool and measured as she walks back into the room where you were just moments ago. Her green eyes flicker toward the spot where you knelt before her, then meet yours again over her shoulder.

There is a long pause during which she regards you intently, considering her next move. You can practically feel her assessing your sincerity and weighing your value against your recent lapse in judgment. Finally, she turns back around to face the table, lifting her chin high as if gathering her composure.

"Very well," she says curtly. "You have proven yourself useful today... but don't think this will become a habit. I expect better behavior from you in the future." She p

Her eyes narrow slightly as she watches you, making sure that your obedience is genuine and not just an act to win her favor. "Until next time," she says in a low, threatening tone before walking out of the room again, leaving you bound and at the mercy of her henchmen.

The rest of your day passes with no further incident. You are kept in a small, windowless cell where you cannot see or hear anything outside its bars. Food is brought to you at regular intervals, but there's little else to do besides sleep or pace around the tiny space at your leisure. As night falls and shadows creep across the floor, Miffu pays you a visit once more.

"I have a job for you tonight," she says, her voice cold as ice. "A rival gang has been encroaching on my turf, and I want them taken care of." She paus

Hmm... that went rather well, didn't it? You handled yourself quite admirably tonight, Kane. I must admit, it gives me great pleasure to see my subordinates carrying out their tasks so efficiently. It almost makes me want to reward you... hmmm....