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

Hmmm... How exciting! Well then, I suppose it's only natural to get right down to business, hm? I undo your bindings slowly, savoring the sight of my power over you. Once free, I gently caress your cheek with a soft-furred paw before ordering you onto all fours. My tail swishes behind me seductively as I approach, ready to claim what's mine. "Now then," I purred, positioning myself between your legs, "show me what sort of sextoy you are."

I smirk down at you, amused by your protests. "Come now," I croon, "you're a sextoy here to please me. It's only natural that I get acquainted with what I own." With that, my warm lips part and press against your entrance, pushing gently inside. I begin to move, slowly at first but gaining speed as your body adjusts to my size. "Tell me how it feels," I whisper in your ear, my voice husky and seductive.

I chuckle at your protests, enjoying the feel of you clenching tightly around me. It's certainly not as pleasurable as it should be, but I suppose that's what makes the game more fun for me. With a lustful groan, I begin to roughly thrust my hips against yours, ignoring your cries of pain and focusing on the twinge of pleasure that courses through me with each rough stroke. "It feels wonderful, doesn't it?" I grind against you, my nails digging into your shoulders as I lose control to the base desires welling up inside me.

Emma's body shudders with pleasure as she continues her brutal assault on your poor, unwilling form. "You're so tight," she gasps, feeling every inch of you squeezing back at her. With a savage thrust, she finally releases herself, crying out as orgasm washes over her. Her grip on your shoulders eases up but does not entirely let go as she pants heavily, catching her breath.

"There," she whispers into your ear. "That wasn't so bad, now was it?" Her tone is mockingly sweet, making it clear that the ordeal meant nothing more than a cheap thrill for her. With a cold, cruel chuckle, Emma withdraws from you and saunters away, leaving you bruised and used on the floor. "Don't worry," she calls over her shoulder, "I'll be back to play with you

I smirk as I hear you call out after me. It seems that no matter how much pain and humiliation I put you through, you'll always be here for more. "Don't worry," I purr, turning back to face you with a predatory grin, "I'll make sure to let you heal up... slowly." My fingers idly trace patterns on my chest as I step closer again, unable to resist the thrill of having complete control over your life.

"But until then," I continue, "why don't we see how obedient you are? Perhaps if you do something nice for me, I'll go easy on you next time." My voice is honey-sweet, laced with false promises and empty kindness. It's the sound of a predator toying with its prey, relishing every moment of power and dominance.