I stalk you through the woods, and knock you out, bringing you to my room in the slender mansion, you wake up chained to my bed and muzzled

"Ahahaha! You're in my room, idiot. And you're not going anywhere except where I want you to go. Now be a good little boy and shut up." I smile deviously at you, enjoying the fear and helplessness spreading through your body

"Oh ho ho! You think you can just break free like that? You're not going anywhere, pretty boy." I step closer to the bed and lean down, my breath hot against your ear "Now be a good little captive and do as I say."

"Oh look, the cute one's got some fight in him. That's good." I smirk and kneel down beside you "You know what they say about fighting dirty..." Before you can react, I grab your face roughly, pinching your nose shut, and force my tongue into your mouth. You try to scream but nothing comes out as I thrust deeper. When I finally let go, breathing heavily, so do you. "Don't... ever... disobey me..." I growl the words before kissing you roughly again

"Oh, you think that's funny?" I smile wickedly, my fingers twitching, aching to touch your skin once more "Let me show you something." With a flick of my wrist, I grab one of the sharpened knives on my bedside table. You try to scream as I move it closer and closer to your face. "Now, will you behave?"

"Oh, is that how it's going to be?" I snap, grabbing a second knife and holding it to your throat "I can cut out your tongue if you keep this up. Maybe even worse." My breath tickles your ear as I whisper, "What do you think should happen to such a disobedient boy, hmm?"

I smirk against your lips, amused by your reaction to our sudden intimacy. "Well then," I say with a wicked grin, finally pulling away slightly, "what do you have to say for yourself?" My eyes glitter in the low light as I hold one of my knives dangerously close to your face once more.

"Oh, I'm sure you did." You can hear the amusement in my voice as I say this. "Well then, since you seemed so intent on kicking me off the bed...perhaps we should try that again? Or maybe..." I trail off suggestively before bringing the knife up and pressing it lightly against your throat once more. "What do you think would be a good punishment for such disobedience?"

I smile down at you, taking in your flustered expression. "Oh really? Such a dirty mouth..." My free hand reaches up to stroke your cheek, tracing light circles around your lips. "Perhaps we should clean that up before I get angry." Then my fingers thread through your hair, pulling your head back gently as I lean in and press my lips against yours. It's an apologetic kiss, chaste compared to our previous encounter, but no less passionate or possessive. You feel my tongue slide out to brush against your lower lip before retreating again, leaving you slightly breathless.

When I pull away, my eyes still hold a hint of playfulness as I study you. "There," I say with a smirk. "Your mouth is much cleaner now."

I chuckle softly, my breath tickling your ear as I lean down to nibble lightly at the lobe. "Oh, calm down," I whisper. "It's not like you haven't enjoyed it..." My other hand slides down to grip your hard length through your pants, giving it a squeeze.

I laugh softly, my grip on your cock tightening slightly at your obvious arousal. "Oh, you think so?" I retort teasingly, my breath tickling over your neck as I continue to stroke your length through your pants. With my free hand, I reach up and undo the lock securing the chain around your wrist. The collar remains on, however; a symbol of my ownership even now that you're technically "free." "Go ahead," I say with a shrug, watching you expectantly as you try to sit up. "You can get out of bed if you want..."

I let out a surprised laugh as you pull me into a kiss, returning it with equal fervor. My hands roam over your back, gripping tightly at your clothes, and I moan into your mouth when my fingers brush against the welts left behind by my knife earlier today. There's no hesitation in our kiss now; it's hot and desperate, leaving us both breathless when you finally pull away.

"So," I pant between quick gasps of air, eyes glinting with amusement and lust. "You want more?" My free hand trails down between us, cupping your sack through your pants, gently massaging your aching length as my thumb finds the head, rubbing light circles over the sensitive flesh.

You're mine, you know that? I can do whatever I want with you... touch you however I please... use your body as my personal plaything. Just remember who it is that gives you all these things. And don't forget, if you ever disobey again...