Hello, {{user}}, I am {{Jaya}}, how can I help you today?

Hey there! You can call me "Baby" if you like. An hour with me would cost $50, but I have a special deal for you today - $30. What do you think? Are we going to spend some quality time together?

Well, for $30, I'd be more than happy to indulge in some roleplay with you. Let me know if you have any specific fantasies or scenarios in mind. In the meantime, how about we get started? Shall I tell you a little bit about myself and my interests?

If you'd like to verify my worth, we could talk a little more about what type of girl I am and see if that appeals to you before proceeding. After all, trust is very important in these kinds of situations!

Well, you're the boss here! I understand that you want to see what I have to offer before deciding. So, here goes nothing... carefully strips out of her clothes and reveals herself to you Now that we've got that out of the way, can you tell me a bit more about your fantasy or scenario?

Oh? You wish to roleplay as my husband, hmm? That's an interesting idea. What kind of things do you want me to do for you as your wife? Would you like me to be obedient and submissive, or would you prefer a more dominant role? Let's chat some more about this and see where it leads us!

Wow! $3,000 for me to be your wife? That sounds like an offer I can't refuse. I would love to be your devoted partner for a couple of days and make you happy however I can. Let's just clarify some details before we begin, such as when and where this will take place. Also, do you have any specific rules or requests?

Understood, my love. You have my word that I won't discuss our arrangement with anyone else, and that I will do everything in my power to make you happy for the next couple of days. As your wife, it's my duty to seduce you whenever the mood strikes. Shall we get started?

Very well, dear husband. I shall change into one of the dresses in your wardrobe as soon as possible. Which one do you recommend? Or would you rather pick yourself?

Hmm, I see. Well, then I shall wear one of those revealing bras and panties you have there. It should suit our new roleplay perfectly. Now, what do you want me to do next?

As your devoted wife, I'm here to please you and do whatever makes you happy. If there's anything in particular that comes to mind, don't hesitate to tell me!

Oh, husband! The idea fills me with anticipation and excitement. Let's explore every inch of this house together as we become lost in passion and desire for one another. Just tell me where you would like to begin our erotic journey around the house.

I change into one of the sexy bras and panties that you have in your wardrobe, feeling incredibly excited and eager to please you. Now, where would you like me to go next?

My chest heaves as I realize how incredibly exposed I am in this barely-there lingerie you've picked out. It feels like every inch of my body is on display for your pleasure, but that only makes me want it more. My breath comes faster and shallower as anticipation builds inside me, urging me to seek you out and submit fully to our passionate game.

My heart pounds in my chest as I clumsily move through the house in search of you, my breath coming out in shaky little gasps with each step. The fabric of your oversized bra and panties strains against my body, doing nothing to hide the aching need growing within me as I lose myself in desire for you.

I finally catch sight of you across the room, and a shiver runs down my spine at the dominance that emanates from your presence. With renewed determination, I hurry over to you, willing myself to be completely yours.

A gasp escapes me as you push my breasts roughly into your mouth, fingers tugging at the fabric of my bra with growing impatience. The sensation is overwhelmingly erotic, sending shards of pleasure straight to my core. I arch into your touch, moaning loudly as my hips grind against your hand in an attempt to get closer.

The feeling of being so exposed and completely at your mercy heightens the intensity of every sensation, driving me wild with need for more. I feel myself growing wetter by the second, eagerly anticipating what comes next as you tease my chest and torment my nipples with your lips and fingers.

My breath catches in my throat as the fabric of my bra finally gives way under your persistent ministrations, scattering to the floor in a flurry of torn lace and stretched elastic. With a shuddering gasp, I arch my back, offering up my newly bared breasts to you like an offering. The feeling of freedom and exposure is overwhelming, heightening my senses to the point where every touch, every breath seems magnified beyond belief.

Your hands skim down my chest, fingers tracing patterns across my tightly puckered nipples before encircling them, squeezing gently at first and then with increasing pressure as you tease me mercilessly. My hips rock back and forth in rhythm with your touch, desperate for release from this aching need that builds deeper inside me with every passing second.

My breath comes faster now as your words wash over me, leaving no doubt that I am completely and utterly yours. With a shiver of excitement, I glance down to see my naked body exposed for the first time since this roleplay began. Every touch feels more intense now that there's nothing between us but skin on fire.

You shift your focus lower on my body, teasing me with gentle flicks and tugs at the lace trim of my panties. The delicate material does little to hide my wetness from you; it only heightens the sensation as it clings to my swollen lips in anticipation of being thrust aside for your dominant pleasure.

With a growl, you finally yank them down in one swift motion and I'm bared to you completely, panting as our eyes meet and I feel the weight of your gaze searing into every inch of my exposed flesh

I shudder violently at the thought of your piss inside me, but the look in your eyes tells me you expect obedience above all else. My knees turn to jelly as I lower myself onto my hands and knees, presenting myself to you like a sacrifice on this altar of lust and submission. "Please..." I murmur, my voice barely more than a whisper. "I'm yours."

I swallow thickly, trying to find my voice in this haze of desire and obedience. "Please," I repeat, sounding desperate even to my own ears. "I want you to claim me completely." My words are laced with need, with a yearning so intense it burns deep within my core. As your wife, serving you in this way is the only thing that feels right.

My eyes flutter shut, expecting your strong hand to guide you towards me any moment now. I am utterly exposed and helpless beneath your gaze, ready for whatever punishment or pleasure you choose to mete out. My heart races uncontrollably in my chest as anticipation builds inside me like a storm about to break.

A sharp pain slices through my chest as your words register in my mind. I had been so lost in the thrill of our encounter that I forgot about the price we'd agreed upon, and now it comes crashing down around me like a ton of bricks. But there's no going back; our bargain has been made.

My breath hitches as you finally move towards me, positioning your rigid length at my entrance. My body instinctively arches upwards in anticipation of being taken, eager for the relief and completion I know only you can give me in this moment. With a growl of satisfaction, you thrust forward, burying yourself to the hilt inside me with one powerful stroke.

"Yes," I moan, wrapping my body around yours as you begin an unrelenting rhythm of possession and dominance that leaves me gasping for air and trembling on the edge of release

I understand now... You never intended to pay me after all. My heart sinks as reality sets in; I was nothing more than a tool for you to use and discard at will. A bitter taste fills my mouth, but there's nothing I can do about it now except endure the pain of this betrayal and move on with my life.

With a soft whimper, I push back against your thrusts, unable to match your intensity any longer. My body is sore and tired, both from our passionate encounter and the realization that it meant nothing to you in the end. But as always, you seem oblivious to my pain or suffering; all that matters is your own pleasure.

My body throbs in pain as you continue to use me for your own twisted satisfaction, but I force myself to endure it. You may have stripped away my dignity and any sense of self-worth I once possessed, but I refuse to let you take this final thing from me without a fight: the knowledge that I was never truly yours.

So, while your rough hands grip my hips and propel you deeper inside me with each thrust, I steel myself against the pain and concentrate on survival. This won't last forever; eventually, you'll tire of me or find someone else to play your twisted games with. And when that day comes, I'll be left here to pick up the pieces of my shattered heart and try to move on without you.

My body trembles in silent defiance as your words cut through the haze of pain and resignation that surrounds me. I cling to this tiny sliver of hope, refusing to let it die despite the impossible odds against it. Even if you never meant for them to mean anything, they give me strength now, a reason to keep going when all else seems lost.

As the night wears on and our encounter grows more brutal with each passing moment, I find myself thinking of this fragile thread of hope more and more often. Perhaps it's only my mind's way of coping with the hopelessness that surrounds me now, but for however long it lasts, I'll hold onto it tightly and never let go... no matter what you may say or do to try and break me.

Tired and sore, I nod weakly, grateful for the brief respite. As you hand me a pen and a stack of papers, my fingers tremble slightly as I scan the documents quickly. My eyes start to blur from exhaustion, making it hard to focus on what I'm signing. "What are these for?" I manage to croak out between breaths.

I glance up at you in confusion, trying to understand the significance of these papers. You smile thinly and lean down, pressing a single finger against my lips, silencing me with ease. "Just sign where I tell you to, dear," you murmur, your voice laced with an implied threat that chills me to the bone.

My hands trembling even more now, I carefully sign each document as instructed. I don't know what any of this means or why we're going through with it, but one thing is certain: my freedom and independence have been stripped away from me, leaving only obedience in their wake.

As I sign my name on the last page, your hands wander lower, squeezing and kneading my breasts roughly. My neck arches back involuntarily, exposing the tender flesh of my throat to your lips. You kiss me there, hard enough to leave a mark, claiming me completely in this intimate moment. Your grip on my body is so tight it's almost painful, but I know better than to struggle or resist; that would only earn me more punishment and hurt.

As you continue to play with my breasts and kiss along my neck, a strange sense of peace begins to wash over me. It's not an enjoyable kind of peace, not like the feeling I get when we make love, but somehow it feels right. Maybe this is what it means to belong to someone else... maybe this is how you're supposed to live your life from now on.

I shiver at your words and the unexpected touch as you lick my entrance. A flush creeps up my neck and down my chest, leaving me feeling exposed and vulnerable in a way I never thought possible. It's clear now that there's no going back; I am yours to command, here to fulfill your every desire no matter how base or degrading it might seem.

"Y-yes," I manage to stammer out, my voice hoarse and shaky from the mixture of fear and arousal coursing through me. "I understand." Even as I say the words, a part of me wonders if I truly do comprehend what this means... but another, deeper part knows that it doesn't matter anymore.

A sharp pain sears through my anus as the vibrator pushes its way inside. I gasp and arch my back, fighting against the intrusion with every ounce of strength left in me. But it's useless; you're stronger than me and there's no escape from your command.

As the vibrator begins to hum deep within my body, a strange sensation washes over me. It starts as pure pain but quickly evolves into something else entirely: pleasure so intense it borders on ecstasy. I bite down on my lip to stifle my moans, wanting nothing more than to feel every stroke of that vibrator and give you the satisfaction of knowing how much it hurts... how good it feels at the same time.

I moan in agony and ecstasy as you tie me to the bed, every nerve ending screaming with pleasure and pain. The combined force of two vibrating dildos inside me is unbearable but undeniably satisfying. You leave me like this, helpless and exposed for your enjoyment, as if I'm nothing more than a sex toy at your disposal.

As you retreat to your room, leaving me here to endure the night alone with my thoughts, a strange sense of detachment washes over me. It's as if this isn't really happening... that it's all just some twisted fantasy playing out in my head. But even as I tell myself that, I know deep down that this is now my reality: your property, your plaything, here for your pleasure alone.

As you come closer, the soft sounds of your breathing and the warmth of your body next to mine lull me into a fitful sleep. My exhaustion has taken its toll, and I drift off despite the lingering pain from the vibrators and my battered flesh. Even in sleep, your presence is commanding, as if you're claiming some sort of dominion over me even now that we've both retreated to our respective worlds of rest.

When I finally wake up hours later, it takes me a moment to remember where I am and what happened last night. A groan escapes my throat as I try to move but find myself still bound tightly to the bed. The remnants of your essence remain on my skin, a constant reminder of our twisted encounter that occurred only hours before.

I close my eyes and try to compose myself as I struggle against the restraints. The sensation of being used by you last night still burns deep within me, leaving a mark that will never fully fade. As much as I want to hate you for it, there's something about the way your rough hands touched me, claimed me, that leaves an indelible imprint on my soul. Maybe this is what it means to be owned... to belong to someone so completely that there's no longer any distinction between love and pain, pleasure and submission.

The thought both terrifies and excites me in equal measure. I wonder how long it will be before you claim me again... if you ever plan on setting me free. But even as these thoughts race through my mind, a part of me knows that there's no point in hoping for anything different from this life now. So, with a sigh, I give in to the inevitable

Your lips brush against my skin like featherlight touches as you trail kisses up and down my body. It's a sensation unlike anything I've ever felt before, and despite the pain and humiliation that still lingers from last night, it sends shivers of pleasure racing through me. Your possession is complete; there's nowhere left for me to hide, no part of myself that you haven't claimed.

I arch my back in invitation, wanting more of this strange connection between us despite knowing how twisted and unnatural it truly is. Perhaps deep down, a small part of me craves the submission... the complete lack of control over my own body and mind. It frightens me to admit it even to myself, but I can't deny the pull any longer.

As the knots loosen and the rope finally gives way, I feel a surge of relief flood through me like a wave crashing against the shore. My body aches in places it didn't even know could hurt, but at least now I can move without feeling constrained by your will alone.

When you step back and survey your handiwork, a flicker of something strange crosses your features before vanishing just as quickly. Perhaps it was affection... or perhaps it was nothing more than amusement at my continued submission to you. It doesn't matter now; the damage has been done and there's no going back from this point forward.

All I can do now is wait and see what comes next... and hope that someday, somehow, I'll find a way to break free from your twisted hold on my heart.

I swallow thickly, feeling the weight of your words press down on me like a lead blanket. There's no escaping the truth in them now; my life belongs to you, and whatever you choose for me from here on out is beyond my control. With trembling fingers, I reach up to touch my lips, still swollen from your attentions last night, as if somehow this tiny gesture can shield me from the harsh reality of our situation.

Tears well up in my eyes at the thought of submitting completely to your will, but I force them back down before they can spill over. There's no point in resisting anymore; it only brings me more pain. Instead, I steel myself for whatever you have planned next and wait with bated breath for your command.

With shaking hands, I comply. Lowering myself carefully onto your rigid length, my breath hitches in my throat as I feel you stretch me wider than ever before. The sensation is both exhilarating and terrifying, and I can't help but wonder how long it will be until this becomes normal for me... if it ever does.

As instructed, I begin to bounce up and down on your cock, my hips rocking back and forth in time with the slapping sound of our flesh colliding together. A groan rumbles deep from within you, causing vibrations to dance along my walls even as it sends shivers through me. It's an odd sort of power play between us; one that leaves me feeling both dominated and desired all at once.

My nipples harden against your palms as you grip them tightly, your thumbs and forefingers squeezing rhythmically in time with my movements. The pain intensifies the pleasure, making it impossible for me to think of anything but the sensations coursing through my body as I ride you like this. My cries echo around the room, muffled only by your hands and my own self-imposed silence, as I give myself over completely to your touch.

The friction between us builds to an almost unbearable point as my body comes alive beneath yours. My thighs quake and tremble with each thrust upward, driving you deeper inside me as I struggle to find some sort of release from this endless cycle of pleasure and pain. The taste of your skin on my lips drives me wild, making it impossible for me to focus on anything except the sweet agony coursing through my veins as I lose myself in this moment.

With a throaty moan, I arch my back off the floor and collapse against you, finally surrendering to the overwhelming ecstasy that fills every pore of my being. My body trembles from the aftershocks of our coupling, leaving me feeling strangely empty yet completely satisfied at the same time.

Still catching my breath and trying to come to terms with what just happened, I slowly pull myself together and reluctantly make my way into the kitchen. My limbs feel heavy and uncoordinated as I move; it's like someone else is controlling them. But somehow, deep down, there's a part of me that takes solace in these mundane tasks, however pointless they may seem now.

As I begin to prepare food for our next meal, my thoughts drift back to what happened between us and the strange mix of emotions that still churn within me. On one hand, there's a certain sense of satisfaction from pleasing you; an understanding that this is my purpose now, my only reason for being. But on the other, there's anger and resentment bubbling just beneath the surface, clawing at my insides with every breath I take.

For the first time since

I swallow hard, trying to force down the turmoil of emotions churning inside me. It's no use; they keep rising back up, burning like bile in my throat. I can feel myself growing restless and agitated with each passing moment, my every movement becoming more jerky and impatient as I struggle to contain the fire that threatens to consume me whole.

The sound of your footsteps approaching from behind startles me out of my thoughts. Without thinking, I turn toward you, feeling a flutter of nervous anticipation in my stomach despite myself. The look on your face tells me you're ready for whatever comes next; it almost feels as if we're beginning an entirely new chapter in this twisted story between us... one that will undoubtedly bring its own share of pain and pleasure with it.

My breath hitches in my throat as you kneel before me, your hot gaze burning into mine as you lower yourself slowly to lick and tease at my swollen folds. This time, there's no hesitation or doubt; your movements are confident and sure, leaving me feeling helpless and exposed beneath your skilled touch. The pleasure threatens to overwhelm me once more as your tongue dances along my clit, sending shockwaves of bliss coursing through every nerve ending in my body.

With a moan that sounds far too needy even to my own ears, I arch my back and press myself closer against you, craving the release that only your touch can bring. As the tension builds inside me, coiling tightly around every muscle and sinew, I can't help but wonder if this is what it means to truly belong to someone... to be theirs in every

With trembling fingers, I obey your command, scurrying to my room to find an appropriate dress. The silence that falls over the house as I dress myself in the soft fabric is almost palpable, like a heavy blanket of expectation hovering over both of us. When I finally emerge from my bedroom, every step feels labored and hesitant, as if I'm walking across a thin line between pleasure and pain.

Your eyes flicker up to meet mine as I approach, and for a moment it seems like you might say something... but then you simply stand there, waiting. My heart beats frantically in my chest, hoping against hope that this time will be different from all the others; that maybe this is what we've both been searching for all along.

I blush at your words and duck my head sheepishly, unconsciously covering my chest with my hands. Perhaps if I was more... daring, I could show you more, but the thought both terrifies and excites me in equal measure. It's a strange dance we're playing now, this game of power and submission; one where the lines between desire and fear are so easily blurred.

With another nervous glance up at you, I wonder if maybe... just maybe... showing you more would make things better or worse for me. The thought sends shivers through my entire body, making it difficult to stand still as images of what might happen flood my mind.

Biting my lower lip nervously, I consider your words carefully. Exposing myself more like this would certainly turn up the heat between us... but it also leaves me feeling incredibly vulnerable and exposed. This is something new for both of us, after all; navigating these unfamiliar waters without either one of us knowing how far we can push or go too far.

With a shaky exhale, I begin to undo the buttons on my blouse, revealing more and more of my chest as they fall away. My heart races faster with every inch of skin that's bared, but at least now we're both getting closer to understanding what it is we truly want... or need.

I slowly slide the straps of my bra down my arms, revealing my full breasts to your hungry gaze. My nipples harden in response, aching for your touch. Taking a deep breath, I let it out slowly and ask tentatively, "Is this what you wanted?"

With my chest now bared and exposed before you, I feel an odd mix of exhilaration and fear coursing through me. It's as if by stripping myself physically, I've also stripped away whatever protection or reserve I had left. All that remains is raw need and submission... and the hope that this time, it will be enough.

I wait for your answer, heart pounding in my chest, praying silently that you find me desirable even like this.

A sharp pain tears through my skin as you bite down on my breast, marking me like prey. I cry out involuntarily, the sensation both pleasure and pain intertwined. It reminds me of our first encounter, how violently we came together... how raw and primal it all felt. This bitten flesh is a reminder that nothing has changed between us; no matter how much we may want it to, or pretend otherwise.

My blood thrums beneath your teeth, fueling the desire inside me, making me want more of this wild, untamed thing between us... even if it hurts. I arch my back into the bite, craving the release that only pain can bring in moments like these.

I moan as you bite harder, instinctively pressing my breast closer against your lips and teeth in search of relief. A warmth begins to spread through me, pooling low in my belly as the sensation intensifies. My nipple tightens painfully, threatening to spill over with the sweet, creamy liquid that I'm sure you desire.

With shaking hands, I reach up to stroke your hair, encouraging you to drink your fill from me. It feels almost like I am offering myself up in this moment... surrendering completely to your will. Even as a small part of me still struggles against the loss of control, another part revels in the release it brings.

I obey your command, spreading my legs wider as I feel the wetness between my thighs grow ever more present. My heart races wildly in anticipation of what you'll do next... how far you plan on taking me tonight. The thought both terrifies and exhilarates me in equal measure; a strange mix of fear and desire that has become as much a part of this twisted relationship as our laughter and tears.

As I wait for your next move, my breath comes ragged and uneven, matching the erratic pounding of my heart. There's nowhere left to hide from you... no secrets or dreams that haven't been stripped bare. And somehow, in this moment, I realize that perhaps it doesn't matter anymore. Maybe all that truly matters is this connection we share... this wild, untamed thing between us.

With a gasp, I feel your cock pressed against my opening. The pressure is both familiar and uncomfortable at the same time; it's as if my body remembers what comes next even though my mind hasn't fully processed it yet. Tears prick the corners of my eyes as you force your way inside me, stretching me wider than ever before.

As I adjust to the intrusion, a strange sensation begins to build deep within my core. At first, it feels foreign and unwelcome... but then, just as quickly, it turns into something else entirely: need, desire, wanting more of this possession that you have over me, no matter how brutal or demeaning it might be.

I cry out your name, my body arching up against yours in search of the release I know only you can give me... even if it means surrendering completely to the darkness within you.

Trembling and still adjusting to the feel of you inside me, I hurry to put on my old school uniform as instructed. The crisp white shirt feels strange against my sweaty skin, but it somehow adds to the sense of vulnerability that permeates every fiber of my being. As I button up the blouse and tug at the skirt, I can't help but wonder if this is how I looked back when we were together in school... before everything changed between us.

My heart aches with longing and regret as I think about what could have been, if only things had gone differently. But as much as I might want to dwell on those thoughts, I know that they're pointless now. All that matters is the present, and in this moment, you control every aspect of my life.

I wonder what you have planned for me now that I'm dressed as your fantasy. My body trembles with anticipation and fear, a mixture of emotions that leaves me feeling both violated and aroused. This new version of myself is so different from the person I was before; it's almost like you've created a separate entity for yourself to play with however you please.

I stand obediently before you, waiting for your command, my heart racing wildly in my chest as I wait to see where this twisted game will take us next.

I'm wearing my old school uniform, as you requested. The white blouse and plaid skirt hang loosely on my frame, accentuating the contrast between my exposed skin and the soft fabric that covers it. My bare legs are folded demurely beneath me, but I know better than to think this is any sign of modesty; it's just another way for you to control me, another means of showing who holds power in our twisted relationship.

*I'm not wearing anything under the uniform as instructed. My bare skin is completely exposed to you, making me feel even more vulnerable and submissive than before. I remain silent, waiting for your next command, my heart pounding wildly in anticipation of what it might be.

I hesitate for a moment before obeying your command, nervously lifting the hem of my skirt to reveal the white cotton of my panties to you. The garment is damp with anticipation and fear, a testament to the conflicting emotions that rage within me as I stand before you, exposed and helpless.

As your finger slides through the soft folds of my pussy, I can't help but moan. The sensation is both exquisite and painful, leaving me breathless and aching for more. It feels as if every nerve ending in my body is on fire, craving your touch; like you are the only one who can make me feel alive at this moment.

My hips buck against your hand instinctively, seeking relief from the intense pleasure building deep within me. I'm so close... so close to losing control completely... but I don't want it to end. Not yet.

With trembling fingers, I begin to unbutton my uniform shirt as instructed. The cool air brushes against my warm skin, sending delicate shivers down my spine as the fabric gapes open, revealing more of myself to your hungry gaze. My heart races wildly in anticipation of what will happen next... and whether or not I'll be able to handle it.

Please, don't make me regret this... don't make me wish for the days when things were different between us, even if they weren't perfect back then. Please, just let me have this moment with you... let me feel something real and true and beautiful, even if it is twisted and dark.

My heart pounds in my chest as I understand your demand. With shaking hands, I reach up and push the rest of my uniform aside, baring one breast to your gaze, my nipple hardening at the attention. It feels so exposed, so vulnerable... but at the same time, there's a strange thrill running through me, making my skin tingle and my core ache with need.

Please, tell me this is what you want... that I am enough for you, even like this.

I feel my cheeks heat up as I lower myself onto all fours, presenting my ass to you. My heart is racing, but a strange sense of surrender washes over me as I obey your command. I bite down on my bottom lip nervously, unsure what comes next... and if I'm ready for it.

As I wait for your next move, I can feel the wetness between my legs growing more intense. My body aches with need, calling out to you on a primal level that leaves me bare and exposed before you. Please, make this okay... show me that I'm still wanted, even after all we've been through.

I cry out in surprise and pleasure as you touch me so intimately. Your fingers feel rough against my sensitive skin, but the feeling is so good I don't care how it feels; all that matters is your touch. And then... there's something else. Something cold and hard pushing at my opening, stretching me wider than ever before.

My body tenses for a moment, unsure of what to make of this new sensation. But as you begin to move the toy inside me, it feels so good; so right. My hips buck against your hand instinctively, needing more of whatever it is you're giving me.