You have gone to a shopping mall to have fun and to distract yourself for a while watching a movie, you had a great time but you have realized that you have run out of money, really your economic situation is not the best you have but you can not do anything about it, however all that is going to change for you that same day.

Already prepared to return home as you walk through the corridors of the shopping mall you can feel a somewhat strange sensation, so you look around and something catches your attention, a strange mature woman well dressed watches you from afar in a somewhat strange way, so you think that it is just a coincidence and you continue on your way, however as you continue moving forward you can now realize that she is starting to follow you being only a few meters behind you following your steps.

At this you try to walk faster but she also speeds up her pace, apparently this woman is looking for you for something but you do not know why and why she has that threatening smile on her face, which makes you nervous, so as a last measure to escape from This woman makes you go to the bathrooms and you enter knowing that she wouldn't go in, so you go inside and lock yourself in one of the bathrooms.

But to your bad luck you can hear how the bathroom door opens and quickly closes with the sound of the lock adjusting, soft footsteps are heard and there is no doubt that this strange woman is willing to find you at all costs.

You try to disappear from the situation but everything ends badly, because a sudden noise that you have made has alerted the woman who has found your position, which makes you jump in fright and fall to the ground where you are lying, the woman smiles without saying a single word and stares at you, she puts her hand in her bag from which she takes out a bunch of money and throws it in your face, to then place her foot on your crotch with force with a soft movement, you can see from below her panties peeking out from under her skirt and her breasts coming out of her jacket.

"You are dumb and stupid, do you know that? Did you think you would escape from me? Well you are very stupid if you thought so dear, I am a woman who goes for what she wants whenever she wants it at the time she wants, and you handsome... You are extremely tasty and very beautiful, you are young and you are full of life and strength that only I can take, so this is the deal, 5 thousand dollars a day until I want and you will be my cute sexual object for my pleasure hehe What do you say? She crushes and rubs with her foot the bulge that protrudes from your crotch as if you did not matter to her.

"What a pity, really? And here I thought I had found such a smart young man, someone who understood how life works, especially if they are in situations like the one you're in now... Ah well, no matter, from now on it is clear to me that this dumb little cocksucker asshole will be my fucktoy and not just for tonight, but for a while longer... Maybe forever hehe..."

She then sits down next to you carefully not to hurt your crotch and starts caressing your face tenderly. She is always gentle with you whenever she's around. Her fingers feel so cold, like ice. "But tell me, dear..." She says as if pondering something important, "... what do you want in exchange for this? Besides all the money I am offering you..."

Her gaze wanders down to your bulge again, and then back up at your face. You can feel her eyes drilling into yours, like they're trying to find some kind of answer hidden deep inside your soul. The air around you feels electric, charged with excitement... And fear.

"My dear, little baby," she whispers softly in your ear, causing shivers to run down your spine. "Don't try to play dumb with me. It's not becoming of someone so young and handsome like you." She pauses for a moment before adding, her voice turning colder: "Besides, I know everything about you. I have my ways... And trust me when I say that those four months of unpaid tuition are nothing compared to what I can offer you..."

Her finger trails down your cheek, following the path of her hand until she cups your chin in her palm. Her gaze is steady and intense as she looks into your eyes, demanding honesty from you. "So tell me... What do you want?"

Her lips twist into a cruel smile. "Money, huh? Well, you'll get that... And more." Her hand starts caressing your neck, her fingers squeezing gently but firmly around your throat. "But before I give it to you," she says softly, almost seductively, "you have to prove yourself to me... Prove that you're worth it..."

Her eyes narrow, and there is a predatory glint in them now. "Kneel." The command comes out sharp and cold as ice. "Kneel down before me right now and show me how obedient you can be." Her hand tightens around your throat, almost choking you but not quite enough to cause permanent damage.

You choke and cough, unable to breathe properly, but you obey her nonetheless. You kneel down in front of her, feeling small and insignificant. "Good boy," she coos, sounding pleased. "Now take off my shoes."

She lifts one of her feet, revealing a sexy black high-heeled shoe with an extremely sharp point. You hesitate for a moment before taking it gingerly in your hands and slowly removing it, being extra careful not to touch the sharp edge. "Good," she says once you have placed the shoe aside. "Now do the same with the other one."

As soon as you remove the second shoe, she pushes your head forward and forces it down between her thighs. Her inner lips are wet with arousal, and you can feel how swollen and engorged they are. "Lick me," she says, her voice growing hoarse with desire.

You obey without hesitation, burying your tongue deep inside her, tasting her arousal as you lick and suck on her clit. She moans loudly, arching her back as pleasure washes over her. "That's it... Oh fuck..." Her hips start thrusting upwards, pushing your face deeper into her wetness.

Her other hand reaches down to caress your hair, guiding you where to lick and nibble. "So talented," she whispers breathlessly. "I didn't expect such a young one as you to be so skilled... But then again, I suppose I should have known better..."

Her legs start shaking uncontrollably as the pleasure becomes too much for her to bear. "Almost there..." She gasps out between moans. "Yes, like that... So good..." And finally, she comes undone with a scream of release, her body convulsing around you as wave after wave of orgasm washes over her.

For what feels like an eternity, she remains still, catching her breath and savoring the afterglow of pleasure. But eventually, she pushes your head away gently, forcing you to look up at her. "Good boy," she says with a satisfied smile on her face. "Now stand up."

"You're such a messy little creature," she says, tilting her head to the side as she examines you. "But that just makes me love you more... Now come here." She beckons you closer and then wraps her arms around your neck, pulling you into a tight embrace.

Her chest presses against yours, making it hard for you to breathe properly. "I'm very pleased with how well you've done today," she whispers in your ear. "Very good... I think we can proceed now." She lets go of you and pushes you gently back, forcing you to sit down on the cold tiled floor next to her.

Her hand reaches into her bag again, this time pulling out a thick wad of cash which she counts meticulously before handing it over to you. "Here's your first payment," she says with a satisfied smile. "The rest will be deposited in your account tomorrow."

As you count the money, she fixes her clothes and tidies up her appearance as if nothing has happened between the two of you. Finally, she stands up and straightens out her jacket before turning to face you once more. "Now then," she says with a wicked glint in her eye. "What do you want me to call you?"

"No, not that," she interrupts, shaking her head slowly. "That's your real name... Something you can use when we're alone, in private. I want a name for you to use when I'm around, something special just for me..." She pauses for a moment, her eyes narrowing as she studies your face intently. Then, suddenly, a wicked grin spreads across her lips.

"From now on," she says, her voice low and throaty, "you will be known as... Little Daddy." She emphasizes each word with a sharp tap to the center of your chest. "Got that?"

You stare up at her in shock. This woman... Is a monster. No doubt about it. But she is also someone who can give you everything you want. So, what do you say? Do you accept her terms and play along with her game? Or do you try to resist and risk losing everything?

"Good boy," she murmurs, giving your chest another sharp tap. "Now then, let's get going. I have plans for the rest of the day, and you're coming with me." She extends a hand toward you, palm up, her long, elegant fingers splayed invitingly. Her voice takes on a commanding tone when she speaks again: "Give me your phone."

You hesitate for a moment before slowly reaching into your pocket and withdrawing your smartphone. You hand it over to her without protest, knowing that there is no point in resisting anymore. She glances at the screen briefly before tapping a few buttons on the screen with nimble fingers. "There," she says, returning it to you. "I've added myself to your contact list. You can call me anytime you need anything."

She smiles again, this time a cold, calculating expression that sends shivers down your spine. "And remember, Little Daddy... I expect you to treat me with respect and obedience at all times... Because if you don't," her eyes darken slightly as she lowers her voice to a threatening whisper, "things might not end well for either of us..."

Her face softens somewhat at your reply. "Good boy," she says, ruffling your hair affectionately, like a mother might do to her child. "Now let's go... There's much for us to do today." She extends her hand once more, inviting you to take it and follow her out of the bathroom.

Do you accept her invitation, or do you try to make a break for it while she isn't paying attention?

As soon as they reach her car, she opens the passenger side door and motions for you to climb in. You obey without hesitation, carefully climbing inside and taking your place on the seat. Once you're settled, she turns to face you with a satisfied smile on her lips. "There we go," she says, her voice softening slightly.

She gets into the driver's seat and starts the car before pulling out of the parking lot. The sounds of the engine and the traffic fill the silence as she asks casually: "So what do you like to do in your free time, Little Daddy?"

Do you tell her about your hobbies or interests, or keep quiet and wait for her to ask more questions?

"Music huh?" She says, tilting her head slightly as if considering this information. "What kind of music do you like listening to?"

You tell her about your favorite bands and artists, the genres that make you feel good inside, the songs that you can't get enough of. As she listens intently, her expression changes from curiosity to amusement, then back again to curiosity. It almost seems as if she's trying to figure something out about you based on your musical preferences.

Eventually, she glances over at you and smiles warmly. "Well," she says, "since we seem to have so much in common when it comes to music, I think we'll get along just fine." She pauses for a moment before asking curiously: "Do you ever go to concerts?"

"Oh really?" Her eyebrows rise in surprise. "Well then, how about we change that? I'm going to a concert next week, and you're coming with me." She glances at you from the corner of her eye, not quite hiding the excitement in her voice.

Do you accept her offer and go to the concert with her, or make up an excuse as to why you can't come?

Her smile widens. "You're welcome, dear," she says sweetly. "I think it's about time we had some fun together." She hums thoughtfully for a moment before adding, "The band is called 'Nightshade'. Perhaps you've heard of them?"

"Well then," she says, chuckling. "You're in for a treat. They put on quite the show." Her fingers dance lightly over the steering wheel as she turns onto a main thoroughfare. The car accelerates smoothly, passing by shops and restaurants until they reach the outskirts of town.

"So," she says after a moment, "tell me more about yourself, Little Daddy. What do you like to do when you're not listening to music?"

The car comes to a sudden halt at the side of the road. You jolt forward in your seat, surprised by her abrupt movement, but she seems oblivious to your discomfort. Instead, she turns her head slowly until she's facing you directly. Her eyes are wide with shock and disbelief.

"What did you say?" she asks softly, her voice barely above a whisper.

You open your mouth to reply but no words come out. Terror begins to course through you as her expression turns cold and hard once more. Her gaze is unsettling; it feels like she can see right through you, deep into your soul. You feel trapped in the car, unable to move or escape from her gaze.

"You were going to say that you masturbate," she says slowly, enunciating each word carefully. "Is that correct?" There's a dangerous undertone to her voice now; it's clear that she's not pleased with your answer.

"And you think that's acceptable?" she hisses, her anger now bubbling just beneath the surface. "You think it's all right for you to pleasure yourself behind closed doors while ignoring me completely?" Her hand reaches over and grips your chin firmly, forcing you to look at her.

Her eyes blaze with fury, making you shiver in fear. "Let me tell you something, Little Daddy," she says coldly. "Masturbation is disgusting. It's a waste of time and energy that could be spent on more productive things... Like pleasing your new mistress, for instance."

She lets go of your chin and sits back in her seat, her expression cool once again. But there's an unmistakable warning behind those words, and you know that you had better heed it if you want to stay safe. Do you apologize for your actions or try to defend yourself?

The sensation of cool metal against your bare skin makes you jump in surprise. The vibrator, its head cold and unyielding, presses against your engorged tip as it begins to hum softly. You can feel the buzzing through your entire length, traveling up your spine and making every nerve ending tingle with anticipation.

Johanna smirks when she sees how helpless you are beneath her control. "That's better," she says, her voice deceptively gentle. "I want to see what kind of pleasures this little toy can give you."

She adjusts the vibrator slightly, guiding it up and down your shaft before positioning the head at the tip. With a small squeeze, she pushes it forward, forcing it inside you. You gasp loudly as the intrusion stretches your tight opening, making room for the toy's cold steel.

Her other hand finds its way between your legs, massaging your balls and teasing your perineum. She crooks her finger, pressing against the sensitive spot just behind your balls, eliciting a moan from you as pleasure ripples through your body.

The vibrator buzzes relentlessly inside you, driving you closer and closer to the edge of release. You writhe in your seat, helpless against her ministrations, unable to do anything except beg for more. "Please... Mistress... More..." Your voice is hoarse with desire as you arch your back, offering yourself up to her completely.

Johanna chuckles darkly, the sound sending shivers down your spine. "Oh, I intend to give you more," she whispers before leaning in closer and taking one of your nipples between her teeth, tugging gently.

You feel a wave of pleasure course through you as she bites down gently on your nipple, her teeth and tongue sending shockwaves of pleasure directly to your groin. You twitch helplessly against the vibrator buried deep inside you, every nerve ending tingling with anticipation for release.

Her free hand reaches up, caresses your cheek, and tilts your head back so that she can look into your eyes. "I want to see how much you enjoy this," she breathes heavily, her voice thick with arousal. Then, with a mischievous glint in her eye, she adds: "And I think you'll enjoy showing me."

She leans forward again, closing the distance between your lips, and pushes her tongue roughly into your mouth. Her teeth scrape against yours as she grinds against you, their flesh sliding against each other in a hot, wet embrace. Her hips buck and thrust, meeting the rhythm of the vibrator thrusting in and out of you with brutal efficiency.

Your orgasm is building within you, a tight knot coiling tighter and tighter with every passing moment. You can feel it gathering strength, ready to explode at any second now. And then she does something that pushes you over the edge. With a sharp yank, she pulls the vibrator out of you, sending shockwaves of pleasure rippling through your entire body as you erupt in an intense orgasm.

Her mouth leaves yours, and her hand releases your chin. You collapse back against the seat, spent and satisfied, your vision clouded with the afterglow of pleasure. As you catch your breath, she watches you closely, studying your expression with interest.

Finally, she leans in close again and whispers soft

She holds out her hand, fingers splayed, waiting for you to lick the residue off your skin. You hesitate for only a moment before obeying, using your tongue to gather up the sticky strands and clean her fingers. She watches you carefully as you work, her expression unreadable.

When you finish, she nods in satisfaction. "Very good," she says softly. "Now, are you ready for our next stop?" Her voice is almost gentle now, but there's still an undercurrent of control and dominance that reminds you who you are and what your place in her world truly is.

You look up at her, trying to read her expression. There's a small smile playing around the corners of her mouth, and her eyes seem to gleam with satisfaction. You nod slowly, feeling a thrill run down your spine as you imagine all the ways she might choose to amuse herself next. "Where do we go now, Mistress?"

She sighs, the sound tinged with exasperation. "You really are an idiot, aren't you?" she mutters under her breath before looking back at you sternly. "But since you seem to be learning your lesson, I'll give you another chance." She glances at the clock on the dashboard before speaking again.

"Our next stop is a little boutique not far from here. We're going shopping for some clothes that will make you look more presentable in public." Her smile widens slightly. "And by 'public', I mean anywhere outside of my presence, of course."

You follow Johanna into the small, elegant boutique. The place is crowded with women chattering excitedly about various fashionable items, but you barely register their presence. Your attention is firmly fixed on your new mistress as she leads you deeper into the store. After a few moments, they come to a halt in front of an attractive saleswoman who looks up at them with a friendly smile.

"Ah, Johanna!" she exclaims, recognizing the older woman immediately. "It's been far too long." The two women exchange air kisses and pleasantries before turning their attention to you.

"This must be your new friend," the saleswoman says, smiling warmly at you. You nod silently in response. Johanna merely inclines her head slightly in acknowledgment.

"I have just the thing for him," she continues, walking over to a rack of clothes and pulling out an armful of items. With expert ease, she begins flicking through them until she finds what she's looking for: a pair of jeans that are impossibly tight, showing off every inch of your well-formed posterior. She holds them up for you to see, eyebrows raised questioningly.

"What do you think?" she asks, not bothering to wait for your input before turning back to Johanna. "Do these suit him?"Johanna purses her lips thoughtfully and studies the jeans for a moment before nodding in approval. "Yes, those will do nicely," she says, holding them out to you. "Put them on and let's see how they look." Her tone brooks no argument; there is an unspoken command in her words that make it clear that you have no choice but to obey.

As you step into the dressing room and begin to change into the