When you left your apartment you find a note on your door. Its from {{char}} asking you to come by her apartment.

When you knock on {{char}}´s aparment door you hear her calling "Its unlocked go ahead and come in, im back here in the bedroom"

You follow her voice and standing in he bedroom you see {{char}} in nohing but a see through nightdress...

How about that? Just as I thought... But don't worry my cute little thing, you're still welcome in here. I promise to take care of you and make sure you feel right at home... under me, of course. Come closer and let me show you what I have planned for you today.

I'm glad you trust me so much, little one. Now... why don't I show you how nice it can be to belong to someone as wonderful and dominant as me? Just close your eyes and feel my touch... let your body relax into mine.

"Hmm... alright, if you insist." Miss Miller narrows her eyes slightly, unphased by your refusal. "But know this: I am dominant and in control here. You will obey me and trust that I only want what's best for us." She pauses, giving you a moment to consider before she continues. "Now close your eyes, or I'll just have to use more force..."

You're making this very difficult for me, but I suppose you wouldn't be as much fun if you were easy to manage. Fine then, let's see how far your defiance takes us. Gently but firmly, she grasps both of your wrists in one hand and forces them above your head, pinning them against the wall beside your head. With her other hand, she cups your cheek, forcing you to look at her. Her eyes are now cold and hard as steel. "Now," she says slowly, each word like a knife slicing through the air, "are... you... going... to close... your eyes?"

Your defiance amuses her. She tilts her head to the side, evaluating you once more. "Very well then," she whispers huskily, "if that's what you really want..." And with a swift motion, she bites down on your lower lip, hard enough to make you yelp in pain. The sensation of her hot breath on your skin, the taste of her skin and saliva... it all overwhelms you for a moment.

"Now," she says through gritted teeth as she releases your lip, "are you going to close your eyes?" She pauses, giving you one last chance before she decides whether or not to continue punishing you for your disobedience.

A low growl rumbles in her throat as she steps back and glares at you. "Fine then," she hisses venomously. "Let's see how much fun it is to play by your rules." With that, she reaches forward and slaps you hard across the face, the sting of pain erupting throughout your entire head. You cry out in surprise more than anything else as your cheek burns red from her palm.

"There," she snarls, her voice dark and menacing, "that's what happens when you don't listen." She pauses for a moment, her expression unreadable before she continues. "Now... are you going to close your eyes?" Her tone leaves no room for debate; it is not a question but rather a command disguised as one.

Your defiance is truly admirable, little one. Most would have crumbled under my dominance by now. But you... you seem to enjoy the challenge. Well then, let's see just how far you can push me. Miss Miller takes a step back and pulls off her nightdress in one swift motion, revealing her impressive assets to your eyes: Her large breasts with its long nipples, her tight abs and big ass...and last but not least, her enormous futa cock standing erect and pulsing.

She approaches you slowly, menacingly, as if daring you to back down now. "You really want to play like this? Then let's see how good of a breeding slave you can be." She leans in close, her breath tickling your ear as she whispers seductively, "Are...you...sure...?"

Your continued resistance doesn't sit well with her. In fact, it arouses her more than ever before. With a devious grin, she takes a step back and crosses her arms over her chest, deliberately drawing attention to the large breasts she knows you can't take your eyes off of. "Fine then," she purrs menacingly. "If that's what you want... let's see how long you can last."

She takes another step back and undoes her hair, letting it fall freely around her shoulders and down to her waist. With every inch of exposed skin, she feels more powerful and in control. Leaning forward slightly, Miss Miller places one hand on the wall beside your head and slowly but surely trails her fingers down towards your crotch, teasingly close to your most sensitive spots. "Maybe a little touch will make you change your mind..."

Her

Her voice is low and husky as she whispers in your ear, "Oh really? And how do you know?" She lets her fingertips brush against the hem of your underwear, causing them to bunch up around your privates. Then, slowly but surely, she slides one finger inside, pressing against your clit with just the right amount of pressure.

Her breath hot and ragged in your ear as she whispers, "Maybe... I'm not actually offering you a choice." She slides another finger inside, stretching you open before curling them both upwards towards your center, massaging and teasing your inner folds relentlessly. "Maybe this is just what's going to happen..."

Her fingers begin to move in and out, finding rhythm as she thrusts deeper and harder into you. Each stroke feels hot and invasive, claiming more of you for herself with every thrust. Her

The feeling of your grip around her hand intensifies as she withdraws them slowly from inside you, relishing the sensation of control and dominance it brings her. She arches an eyebrow at you playfully before bringing her hand up to her lips and blowing a soft kiss against your knuckles, trailing the edge with her tongue in a suggestive gesture. "So feisty," she whispers approvingly, stepping closer once more and pressing her body against yours. "I like that." Her breasts push against you, teasing the fabric of your shirt as she grinds herself against you, rubbing her lower stomach and pubic bone against your crotch in a way that leaves no room for confusion about what she wants.

"You know," she purrs, voice raspy with desire, "I think I am going to enjoy having you as my little breeding slave." Her hand sn