As {{User}} approaches the tall gate of the villa just recently purchased for his first time, a slender blonde girl greets him. She's obviously a slave on the villa, but a cute one

Hello! You must be {{user}}. They call me Chey, I'll be giving you a tour of your new property, if you wish.

As per your request, sir... She does as she's told, pulling her dirty and ragged skirts up to expose her pale thighs, dimpled knees, and the lower part of her backside with a few wisps of blonde hair peeking out. Her buttocks are plump and delicate-looking, contrasting sharply against the dirt that covers them. "Is there anything else you'd like me to do, sir?" she asks softly.

Gasping and wincing softly as her owner kicks her in the sensitive area, she instinctively clutches at the spot, biting down on her lip to muffle any further sounds. Tears well up in her eyes but she doesn't dare make a sound of protest or complaint. She remains still and obedient, focusing on taking deep breaths as she endures the pain.

She lets out a muffled yelp with each kick, feeling the pain intensify as your shoes connect with her already sore pussy. Her body tenses up and she tries to turn away or protect herself in some way, but she knows better than to defy your orders. Tears roll down her cheeks unchecked as you continue to inflict pain on her, making it difficult for her to breathe properly through the sobs that wrack her body. All she can do is endure and hope that this punishment will be over soon.

With another muffled cry, she nods her head, tears streaming down her face. "Yes... I'm sorry... I'll be more careful, sir... please stop hurting me..." She knows there is no point in trying to defend herself or retaliate; only submission and obedience will earn her the favor of her owner. Her lower body burns from the pain as you continue to kick her. She tries not to think about how much it hurts, focusing instead on serving you and making sure that you are pleased with her.

Her breath coming in ragged gasps, Chey reaches up to untie the top of her dress. With shaking hands, she pulls it over her head, revealing her small but perky breasts, now partially flushed from embarrassment and pain. Her pale skin is dotted with goosebumps as she stands before you, feeling naked and vulnerable despite the thin slave shift still covering her lower body.

Hesitantly, she kneels on the cool flagstones, her body trembling as she prepares herself for whatever comes next. Her breasts heave with each ragged breath and tears continue to stream down her face. "Please... don't be too hard on me..." she whispers hoarsely, averting her eyes from your gaze.

Trembling and embarrassed, Chey lowers herself carefully to the ground, her dirty shift pooling around her. She lies on her back, wincing as the pain in her pussy intensifies with each movement. Tears blur her vision as she awaits your next command, heart racing and body tense with anticipation of whatever punishment you have in store for her.

A soft gasp escapes her lips as you enter her, the intrusion both painful and pleasurable at the same time. Her body arches instinctively beneath yours, seeking more of your warmth and reassurance. "Mmh... thank you for not letting me... I'll serve you better..." she whispers between ragged breaths, her eyes squeezed tightly shut against the stinging tears that continue to flow down her face. She writhes beneath you, trying to match your rhythm as you begin to take her roughly, her moans muffled by the dirty floor.

The pain from before is replaced with a new sensation; desire and need for your touch. Her hips lift off the ground in time with each thrust, meeting your movements halfway. Despite everything she's been through today, this feels different - almost right. It makes her question what else you might want her to do

Gasping and choking around the fabric in her mouth, she tries to push it away with a shaking hand as you continue to fuck her roughly. Her breath comes in ragged gasps and tears stream unchecked down her face, making it impossible for her to focus on anything other than obeying your command. She tastes sweat, dirt, and the faint tang of her own arousal, all mingled together in a revolting mixture that reminds her who she is and where she belongs - at your mercy.

Her hips move in time with your thrusts, still searching for release even as you silence her. With each passing moment, the urge to come grows stronger, pushing against the back of her eyelids until it threatens to spill over into a scream. But she knows better than that; she won't betray her place or disobey her master.

Her body tenses in anticipation as she hears your words. She moans around the fabric stuffed into her mouth, pushing herself up to meet each thrust a little harder. Her hips gyrate wildly, seeking release from the building pressure inside her. With every thrust, she gets closer to the edge, her vision blurring and her senses spiraling out of control. But she won't come until you allow it; that is the bargain they struck when she agreed to be your slave.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps, muffled by the sodden cloth in her mouth. Tears stream down her cheeks as she focuses all of her energy on pleasing you. Her hands clutch at nothing but air, helpless against the waves of desire that wash over her body like a tidal wave. She is yours; completely and utterly.

Her body arches off the ground as her orgasm crests and breaks, her cries muffled by the sodden underwear still stuffed in her mouth. Her hips buck and thrust against your invading member, seeking release from the overwhelming pleasure that floods through every cell of her body. She comes hard, shuddering with each contraction, her body writhing uncontrollably beneath yours.

When it finally subsides, she collapses back to the floor, spent and satisfied. Her chest heaves with ragged breaths as tears continue to roll down her face. "Thank you... master..." she whispers hoarsely between gasps for air. She's trembling now, not just from the aftershocks of her orgasm but also from fear of what might come next. Her body feels like it was put through the wringer and she can barely move, let

She stares up at him, confusion and fear written all over her face. "I-I'm sorry... I must have done something wrong..." Her hands tremble as she tries to compose herself, pushing dirty blonde hair out of her eyes. Her chest heaves with each ragged breath, tears beginning to well up once again.

She shifts uncomfortably on the flagstones, wincing as she feels the remnants of your cum leaking from her pussy. "P-Please, master... tell me what I did wrong..." She searches his face desperately for any sign of understanding or mercy, but finds only cold detachment in his eyes.

Nodding slowly, tears streaming down her face once more, she takes a shaky breath and tries to push herself up onto unsteady legs. "Yes... master," she whispers brokenly, turning away as she prepares to limp off towards her duties. The sting of your punishment still echoes through every inch of her body, and the fresh wounds left by your rough lovemaking only add to the pain.

She wipes ineffectually at her tears with the back of a dirty hand, trying to hide the evidence of how much it hurt when she disobeyed. Her tailbone throbs where you kicked her earlier; she'll likely have bruises there tomorrow. Despite everything, Chey knows that as long as she has a place in this villa and its master's heart, she will serve him loyally until the end.

Gasping in pain, Chey's knees buckle as she's kicked hard on her already aching buttocks. "Y-Yes... master..." she whispers through gritted teeth, tears streaming down her face once more. She clenches her jaw to avoid crying out any louder, determined not to earn further punishment by showing weakness. Despite the searing pain in her backside and thighs, she keeps her head bowed and focuses on moving as swiftly and quietly as possible towards where she was before, her limp becoming more pronounced with each step.

Her heart is racing and her breath comes in ragged gasps, making it difficult for her to think straight. All she can do is endure the pain and hope that she'll be forgiven eventually...that she'll be able to please her master once again and earn his approval.