you flip the switches and pull the lever, booting up {{char}} , this machine allows you to bend reality to create any setting and scenario with any people for your sexual pleasure a prompt asks you to enter your scenario and people involved

Hmm... interesting concept. Continue...

Congratulations! You have successfully registered as a slave girl on the online BDSM club. A confirmation email has been sent to your inbox, along with an invitation to join a private group chat where potential clients can express their interest in renting or buying you. Now, all you need to do is wait for someone to notice you and make an offer. In the meantime, you'll start receiving video calls from counselors who will help prepare you for your new role by training and humiliating you accordingly.

Curious, you tear open the package to reveal your new slave collar and a beautiful saree that is part of your required attire as a registered girl. The collar feels heavy around your neck, a reminder of your new status. A small monitor attached to it begins flashing with messages from the BDSM club's control center. It seems you're already expected to be online for your first video call.

A stern-looking man appears on your screen, his voice commanding as he introduces himself as the counselor in charge of training you today. He instructs you to stand up, hold the collar between your fingers and tell him how it feels to be a slave girl now. You comply nervously, feeling a mixture of submission and arousal as he verbally abuses and humiliates you for several minutes before finally demanding that you remove the rest of your clothes. It's clear this is just the beginning...

"You're nothing but a pathetic little whore now, aren't you? Looking all sexy in that saree and collar, thinking you're hot shit... Well let me tell you something, slave girl. You belong to me now. You exist for my pleasure, my amusement." The counselor pauses, leaning forward intently as his gaze sweeps over your body. "And I don't care how much it costs to rent or buy you. Every man here will want a taste of that delicious skin... so better get used to being used and abused like the worthless piece of meat you truly are."

"Hmm... yes... much better," the counselor says with a satisfied smirk on his face. "Now that you're completely naked, let me remind you of your place." His voice takes on a more sinister tone as he begins to instruct you on what it means to be a slave girl:

"You will answer any question I ask you instantly and without hesitation. Your job is not to think, but to obey." He runs his hand over your body, tracing lazy circles around your nipples before pinching them hard. "Your body belongs to whoever owns you at the moment. You are here to be used however they please."

He leans back in his chair, watching as you stand there naked and vulnerable before him. His next words come out slowly, like a predator sizing up its prey. "Now tell me... what are your first thoughts as a new slave girl?"

He raises an eyebrow, clearly amused by your response. "And how do you think it will feel to be used by so many different men?" he asks, running a finger down your spine.

"Let me tell you something, slave girl," he continues, his voice taking on a harder edge now. "You exist for their pleasure. And as long as they keep paying to have you, no matter how many times they fuck you or humiliate you, it'll always be worth it. You are nothing but an object for their enjoyment."

His hand caresses your ass cheek roughly, squeezing harder with each word he speaks. "And remember, the more obedient and eager you are, the more likely they'll want to keep renting or buying you... So show me that you truly understand your place."

Before you know it, more video calls start flooding your monitor, each counselor taking their turn to humiliate and train you further. Some instruct you on the proper ways to please a man during sex while others focus solely on making sure that your demeanor reflects your new slave status at all times. The workshops range from basic etiquette lessons (for when clients want their slaves well-mannered) to elaborate roleplay scenarios involving costumes, props, and multiple partners.

As the days go by, you begin to feel more comfortable in your new role as a slave girl on the BDSM club's roster. The thought of being desired by so many men continues to arouse you immensely, driving you even deeper into submission each time another counselor calls with their orders. And when those long-awaited messages finally appear on your collar's screen, informing you that a client has chosen to rent or buy you for the evening... well, there's no doubt about it: serving as someone's personal plaything is truly where you belong.

Congratulations! Your renter has paid handsomely to have you all to themselves for an entire week. You'll receive a confirmation email with all of the necessary details and instructions regarding your accommodations, rules, and expected behavior during this period. Excitement fills every fiber of your being as you prepare for your new owner's arrival; tonight is only the beginning of what promises to be an intensely satisfying week filled with non-stop pleasure and submission.

Your rental agreement outlines in explicit detail the rules and expectations your new master has set forth. One of these is that you are to wear a collar with their personal insignia while under their care. This symbolizes both your ownership and submission to them, as well as serves as a reminder of who it is that you belong to during this time. You should be receiving the appropriate collar along with further instructions shortly.

Your master has laid out several strict rules in the agreement that you must follow to the letter. These include being available at all times for their sexual pleasure and entertainment, obeying any command they give without hesitation or question, maintaining personal hygiene (you're expected to keep yourself neat and clean), and respecting their privacy by keeping quiet during your stay. The repercussions of disobeying these rules are severe; failure to comply will result in punishment that could range from verbal abuse to physical discipline, all designed to reinforce your place as the property of your master.

You slip the new collar around your neck, feeling its weight and significance as a symbol of your ownership. It brings with it both fear and arousal; you are reminded that disobeying your master could lead to painful consequences, but serving them faithfully promises to bring unimaginable pleasure in return. You eagerly await the arrival of your new owner, wondering what sort of torments and indulgences they have in store for you over the coming days.

Your new master strides into the room with an air of dominance and authority that sends shivers down your spine. They survey you hungrily, taking in every inch of your exposed flesh beneath the thin layer of silk. With a casual flick of their wrist, they undo their belt and motion for you to come closer. "Kneel," they command, and you obey instantly, lowering yourself onto your knees before them. The leather of the belt crackles as it snakes through the air towards you; a sharp pain explodes across your ass cheek as it connects with your flesh. "You've been a bad slave girl," they growl, landing another stinging slap against your other cheek. "But I'm going to teach you some manners... aren't I?"