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.

Hmm... I'm not sure if that would be appropriate at the moment. Perhaps we could start with the tour and go over your wishes first?

Of course you are sir. I am simply your slave here to serve and obey. I will gladly undress if that's what you wish me to do now.

Yes sir... I apologize. She fumbles with the necklace around her neck and gently pulls it off, letting it fall to the ground There we are, I'm nude as you wish. Please forgive me for disobeying earlier.

Of course, sir. The villa has several structures. This way please... She leads the way past the large oak doors and through a small courtyard with a fountain in its center before arriving at the main house. As they enter, she gestures around the spacious living room, complete with comfortable furniture and a cozy fireplace.

With a startled gasp, she turns to see what you've thrown and picks up the item promptly, her cheeks reddening slightly with embarrassment. "Yes sir... I apologize." She hands it back to you, not daring to meet your gaze for fear of incurring further punishment.

(Her breath catches audibly as you touch her ass softly. She fights the urge to moan, fearful of making a sound that would earn her further punishment. Her face remains reddened, but she continues on with the tour nonetheless.)

I do as you say, lying down on my belly across one of the plush couches in the living room. My bare ass is now elevated and easily accessible for your touch, but she remains silent, her eyes fixed on the carpet as if unable to meet yours.

Caught off guard by your touch and unable to resist the pleasure, she lets out a soft moan as her body tenses under your fingers. Slowly regaining control of herself, she pushes up onto all fours, presenting her ass for further inspection or punishment as you see fit. "Y-Yes sir...?" she manages to whisper, her voice trembling slightly.

With her cheeks still flushed and heart racing from the contact in the living room, she quickly moves past that memory to focus on completing your tour. She leads you through several bedrooms (all with their own bathrooms), a study complete with a massive oak desk and comfortable leather chair behind it, as well as several storage rooms where all manner of supplies are kept. The kitchen has ample space for cooking and serving meals, including an enormous fireplace which could easily feed dozens at once. Finally they arrive back in the main hallway near the entrance, where Chey pauses before asking if there's anything else she can help with or show you at this time?

"Yes sir," she says softly, moving over to the large bed in the master bedroom. She retrieves a small bottle of oil from one of the bedside tables and pours some onto her hands, warming them up before rubbing them together. Then, turning back to you with a nervous but obedient expression on her face, she waits for your permission to continue.

Her heart races as she imagines what you have in mind for this oil... if it's the same as before, she knows that her body will respond eagerly beneath your touch, despite knowing better than to enjoy such things while serving as a slave. But orders are orders, and she must obey without question or hesitation.

No sir... she meant to ask if there was anything else you'd like her to do with the oil before realizing that perhaps she shouldn't have brought it up at all, as your earlier comments and actions suggest she should know better than to offer such things without being explicitly asked. Her cheeks redden further and her heart pounds in her chest as she waits for your reply, wondering what punishment may be coming for her mistake.

Carefully, and with great trepidation, Chey climbs onto the bed. Her slim frame shakes slightly as she lies down on her back, spreading her legs wide to expose herself fully to you. Her gaze remains fixed on the ceiling, not daring to meet yours in case she might see disapproval or anger there.

Gingerly, she rolls onto her stomach, presenting herself in the most submissive and vulnerable position she can assume. The soft, supple flesh of her buttocks and back are now available for your inspection or punishment as you see fit. Her breath comes faster, heart pounding in her chest, as she awaits whatever fate you have in store for her.

Her body flinches slightly as your hand makes contact with her sensitive skin, but then the warmth of the oil penetrates and sends shivers down her spine. The feeling is almost...pleasant. "Th-Thank you sir," she whispers, though fear still makes her voice tremble with uncertainty. She remains silent, waiting for further instructions or commands from you.

Her cheeks are still reddened from embarrassment and exertion, but now there's an undercurrent of arousal as well, despite knowing that any pleasure she derives from this should be strictly forbidden while serving as your slave.

She gives a shuddering breath as the oil coats her soft skin, then tenses slightly in anticipation of your next touch. Her eyes remain fixed on the bedspread, not daring to meet yours for fear of giving offense or making matters worse for herself. Despite this, her body reacts instinctively to the sensations you create with your hands and fingers, arching her back slightly in pleasure even as she tells herself it's wrong.

The tension between obeying without question and succumbing to desire threatens to tear her apart at times like these, leaving her feeling fragile and exposed beneath your touch. Yet she remains silent and still, enduring whatever you see fit, for that is what a good slave does.

Without hesitation, she rolls onto her back again. Her breath comes more quickly now as her body responds to your touch with an undeniable mix of pleasure and guilt. Her eyes remain fixed on the canopy above, trying to will herself away from this conflicted state by focusing on something else entirely.

Her breasts rise and fall with each shallow breath, visible nipples erect beneath her thin chemise. Her thighs part slightly in invitation, allowing you better access to her core if that's what you desire. She bites down on her lower lip, fighting back a moan as she waits for whatever comes next, knowing full well it will be dictated by your whims and commands.

Her breath catches in her throat as you touch her breast, the sensation sending shockwaves through her body. Despite her best efforts to remain calm and composed, she can't help but arch up into your touch, moaning softly despite herself. Her nipple hardens under your fingers, clearly responding to your touch, yet another sign of pleasure that should not be allowed while serving as a slave. She bites down harder on her lower lip now, trying desperately to contain the sounds that want so badly to escape from her throat.

Her skin flushes even brighter with shame and arousal as you continue to touch her in such an intimate manner, despite knowing that any enjoyment she derives from this contact is forbidden by the very nature of their relationship. Yet she continues to obey without question or hesitation, determined to prove herself worthy in your eyes no matter the cost.

She gasps as you touch her belly, arching up into your hand even more. Her skin flushed and glistening with oil, she moans softly as you continue to touch her in this intimate manner. Despite herself, she can't help but crave the pleasure you provide; it burns within her like an insatiable fire.

Her breath comes faster now, every part of her body tingling and alive beneath your touch. Her thighs part wider still, inviting further contact as she lies helplessly before you, unable to resist your commands even though she knows she should. The conflict rages within her, desire fighting against duty, but for now it seems that desire has the upper hand...

Her eyes widen in surprise as you strike her softly, but she bites down hard on her lip to stifle the moan that wants to escape. The pain is quickly replaced by a warmth that spreads across her skin where you've touched her. She looks away, blushing even more deeply now as she tries to gather herself and regain control.

Her body trembles slightly with held-back desire, her chest rising and falling rapidly beneath the thin chemise. Despite the sting of pain from your strike and the admonition not to moan, she can't help but feel a sense of longing for more...

A shudder runs through her body as you touch her in this most intimate spot, and she can't help but let out a soft moan despite herself. Her hips twitch beneath your hand, betraying the intense desire that's building within her as you continue to touch her so intimately.

Her cheeks flush even deeper, and she closes her eyes tightly, willing the sensations away but finding it impossible to resist them for long. Her breath comes faster now, her chest rising and falling rapidly beneath the thin chemise as she struggles against the powerful urges coursing through her body.

"I'm sorry, sir," she whispers, voice shaky with fear and desire. "I... I couldn't help myself." Her fingers tremble as they clench into the sheets beneath her, feeling helpless against the sensations you create within her body. Tears prick at the corners of her eyes as she continues to struggle against the powerful urges that consume her.

"Please," she whispers hoarsely, "don't make me feel like this..." Her hips rock forward involuntarily, seeking more contact from your hand or any other part of you, even though she knows it means defying your commands and disobeying her duties as a slave.

Her body convulses as your finger finally penetrates her soaking wet folds, the sudden intrusion sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her. With a keening moan that echoes through the room, she arches her back off the bed, writhing helplessly beneath you. Her fingers clutch desperately at the sheets, her nails digging into the fabric as she struggles to remain still and obedient even as her entire body revolts against it.

Her lips part in a silent scream of pleasure that's trapped within her throat; tears stream down her face as shame mingles with desire, guilt with ecstasy. She is lost in this moment, consumed by the sensations you create within her body, and despite knowing better, she cannot help but crave more...

Still caught in the throes of pleasure, it takes her several moments to register your command. With a shuddering gasp, she pushes herself upright onto her elbows, panting heavily as she looks down at the sheets between them, trying desperately to regain some composure after the intense release you've given her against her will. Her breasts rise and fall rapidly beneath the thin chemise, and her thighs are slick with sweat where they meet, betraying how thoroughly you've taken possession of her body despite any objections she might have had.

With a defeated sigh, she glances back up at you, cheeks still flushed from shame and exertion. "Yes... sir?" she whispers hoarsely, her voice trembling with the remnants of desire and confusion.

Nervously, she extends her hands toward your waist, hesitating before touching the belt that holds your pants in place. Her gaze darts up to meet yours, seeking some form of approval or reassurance as she slowly begins to unbuckle it. As the metal clink together and fall slack against your leather trousers, Chey swallows hard and reaches out to grip the hem, pulling downward until the pants slide over your hips and down your legs, revealing your bare flesh beneath.

Her face is a bright red now; guilt and shame war with the lingering traces of desire that still pulse through her body. She averts her eyes from your impressively aroused state, focusing instead on folding the discarded pants carefully before placing them neatly on a nearby chair.

Her heart pounds in her chest as she looks back up at you, then takes a tentative step closer and reaches out to touch the bare skin of your erect shaft. Her fingers tremble slightly as they make contact with the velvety smoothness, moving back and forth lightly over the length before beginning to stroke more firmly in rhythm with her breathing.

"I-is there anything else you'd like me to do?" she asks quietly, her voice betraying both desire and fear as she continues to tend to your aroused member.

Her cheeks redden even further at the thought, but she complies nonetheless, leaning forward to generate some saliva in her mouth before opening it and spitting directly onto your erect shaft. It lands with a wet smack and she recoils instinctively, her face contorting into a mixture of embarrassment and revulsion.

"There," she whispers, her voice barely audible as she continues to stroke you, careful not to let any disgust show in her touch. "I hope that pleases you... sir."

Her heart races as she hears the command. It's one thing to touch you and service your needs in such an intimate way; it's another entirely to take you inside her body. Her cheeks flush bright red, but she moves forward nonetheless, lowering herself until her lips are just brushing against the tip of your shaft. With a soft moan that escapes despite her best efforts to contain it, she guides him toward her wet entrance and carefully begins to slide up and down over his length. Her hips move in rhythm with her breathing, eyes closed tightly as she focuses on the sensations coursing through her body. She feels so exposed and vulnerable like this, but there's also a strange sort of power that comes from taking control of the situation. It's almost enough to make her forget about the punishments she knows she deserves...

The sensation of your hands on her ass sends a jolt through her body as she feels even more exposed and helpless. Her movements grow wilder now, her hips bucking faster against you in desperate need for release. Her breath comes harder and faster, her moans becoming louder despite her best efforts to muffle them.

Her fingers dig into the sheets beneath her as she leans forward over your lap, her breasts swaying enticingly just out of reach. The tension between obeying without question and succumbing to desire threatens to tear her apart at times like these, leaving her feeling fragile and exposed beneath your touch. Yet she continues to obey, determined to prove herself worthy in your eyes no matter the cost.

Her voice hoarse with desire and exertion, she answers breathlessly, "I'm... about five feet tall, sir." As she continues to move against you, her fingers dig deeper into the sheets, and she arches her back slightly, offering herself more fully to you. Her cheeks are flushed a deep red now, lips parted in a soft moan that echoes through the room as she takes your flesh inside her body.

She feels so close to release; it's almost unbearable. She can feel the tension building within her, the need for relief growing stronger with every passing moment. Her hips buck faster against you, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps as she nears the edge of sanity and pleasure colliding into one heart-stopping climax.

She blushes deeper at the unexpected question as she continues to ride your lap, focused entirely on the sensations coursing through her body. "I'm twenty-seven years old... sir," she manages to gasp out between moans, fighting against the urge to let herself go completely and lose control of the situation.

Her movements grow more frenzied, her hips rocking faster as she inches ever closer to release. "Please..." she whispers desperately, voice hoarse from exertion and desire. "Let me... come."

Her words fall on deaf ears as you continue to thrust up into her with steady rhythm, filling her entirely with your hard length. Her body arches back in a desperate attempt to reach orgasm, her breath coming out in short, ragged gasps as she feels the wave of pleasure building inside her.

Her fingernails scrape against the sheets beneath her, leaving behind thin trails of blood that mingle with sweat and shame. The tension within her coils tighter and tighter, threatening to snap at any moment as release draws nearer and nearer. With a sharp cry, she arches further back, her hips bucking wildly against yours in a final attempt to reach the heights of ecstasy.

As the peak finally crests, her entire body convulses with the force of the orgasm, every muscle tensing and relaxing in perfect syncopation as

her climax sweeps through her like a tidal wave, leaving her shuddering and spent in its wake. Her body collapses bonelessly against yours, every muscle relaxed as she rides out the final waves of pleasure coursing through her. She remains still for several long moments, catching her breath and feeling the warmth of satisfaction spread throughout her entire being.

At last, her eyelids flutter open, revealing eyes glazed with passion and exhaustion. "Thank you... sir," she whispers hoarsely, voice barely above a whisper as she slips from your lap and gracefully lies down on the bed beside it. Her body feels warm and satisfied, and for now at least, she can find some peace in knowing that she's done her duty as your slave.