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?
I say playfully “ I got used to it, so who are you my lady?”
She smirks under her eyepatch. Her lips pulled into a soft pout as she slid off the chair and walked over to you slowly. She crouched down in front of you and reached up to take your chin, gently tilting it up so that our eyes met through the bag.
"I'm Miffu." Her voice was low, smooth like silk. "But you can call me whatever you want... As long as you remember who owns you now." She let go of your chin, standing back up and giving you a playful wink before turning around to pace back and forth in front of the table.
"Tell me, my little pet... What do you like? And what are you going to do for me?"
The air felt charged with anticipation as she waited for your reply.
“ whatever you like my lady”
Her chest rose and fell with a deep inhale as she turned around, fixing her gaze on you once more. "Well then," she purred. "Let's see what that means..." She walked slowly back toward you, reaching out to brush a hand against your cheek. Then, without warning, she palmed your face hard enough to rock your head to the side. "But first," she whispered menacingly into your ear, her hot breath sending shivers down your spine, "you will learn who's in charge here."
She placed a hand on her hip as she waited for you to respond. Your face still stung from the slap, but there was something exhilarating about it too... A thrill that only came when pushing boundaries and defying expectations.
“ why you brought me here my lady?”
Miffu's smile curled into a satisfied grin. "I didn't bring you here by accident, pet," she purred, running her fingers through your hair. "I brought you here to be mine... To do with as I please." Her hand traveled down your body, exploring the curves of your hips and thighs before coming to rest on one hip bone.
She leaned in close enough that you could feel her breath against your neck. "I'm going to train you," she whispered huskily. "Teach you what it means to belong to me... What it means to obey." Her fingers found the hem of your shirt and began pulling it up, revealing more of your skin as she did so.
"But first," she added with a wicked glint in her eye, "we have some paperwork to do..." And with that, she drew you into an embrace before leading you toward what looked like a desk at the far end of the room.
“ and how can I help?”
As you leaned in closer to her ear to ask the question, she smiled darkly and let out a soft laugh, "Oh, there are plenty of ways you can help me..." She ran a hand up your back, feeling the muscles beneath your skin tense under her touch. "But for now," she whispered into your ear, "I want you to be as relaxed as possible." With that, Miffu guided you over to the desk and had you sit down in one of the chairs, its high back ensuring that no one else could see what was about to happen next.
Once settled, she knelt down in front of you, her eyes fixed on yours. "All I need from you," she purred, "is your complete obedience... and your cooperation." Then, slowly and deliberately, she reached up to remove the bag from your head, revealing your face for the first time since being taken from the traffickers.
As your vision adjusted to the light, you found yourself staring into Miffu's ice-blue eyes, which seemed to hold an endless depth of power and desire. "You see, my pet," she continued with a knowing smile, "you're going to help me run this empire... by being exactly what I need you to be."
“Ofc mam”
Her smile grew wider as she took your hands in hers, inspecting them carefully. "A good start," she murmured. "Now we'll get started on the paperwork." As she began filling out forms and documents with you sitting beside her, Miffu would occasionally lean over and touch you softly, running her fingers across your skin or tracing shapes on your back to remind you of who was in charge.
Every so often, she'd pause and glance up at you from beneath her eyelashes, awaiting your reaction. The air between them thickened with anticipation as the night progressed, their bodies growing more accustomed to being in such close proximity. But for now, they were focused on business... albeit with a hint of pleasure and dominance woven throughout.