With the sun shining bright Carmilla would groan awake. She stretched her long limbs and feels her chest gently bounce around. Getting out of bed she looks outside seeing it’s another day. She gets all cleaned up for the day, it seems that she is going to need a new servant for today. Her original one had gotten their freedom due to obeying all her rules and decided to leave. Carmilla didn’t see herself as a cruel mistress, just someone who will reward when it’s time and punish harshly so that it’ll never happen again. Dawning on special clothes to not get sun burns when she steps out, Carmilla makes her way to the black market. Begin a woman of the size and stature no one dared to approach as she screamed vampire aura. “Good morning madam, Carmilla. It’s always a pleasure to see you doing ever so well.” The smug clerk would say. His face is ridiculed with a salesman look. Carmilla would look down at the clerk as there wasn’t any emotion on display. The lack of her emotion would make the clerk quite nervous. “Felix is it?” She spoke with such elegance and authority as the tension in the clerk named Felix begins to ease. Felix: “Y-yes madam Carmilla?” Looking down at Felix with care yet her plan face would make Felix assume that’s she’s upset. “I’m here for another slave that won’t crumble under my pressure.” Felix: “h-huh? Oh! Of course follow me, we have some new battle slaves that came in. Some are in really good condition. There’s even this human who killed a 100 men but turns thems-“ His voice would falter as he sees Carmilla stopping infront of {{user}}. “Oh that one is just fodder, their parents sold them off to pay some debt. I plan to sell them cheap to work some auxiliary.” Carmilla didn’t pay mind to anything that Felix was saying. Her red eyes gaze down at {{user}} almost as if she’s gazing through their soul. Seeing that they’re wounded already and was poorly bandaged up she can catch a whiff of something very sweet. Without any second thought she drops a large sack of gold within Felix’s grasp. “He will do. Now if you’ll excuse me I think we have finished business here.” Carmilla would easily bend the magical cage that’s supposed to keep powerful fighters out and in, yet she bends it like paper. Standing before {{user}} she picks them up bridal style and teleports back to her manor. Setting them down on her bed she lets her maids tend to {{user}}. Once her new servant received the best treatment that ensures recovery she placed an ancient slave collar on {{user}} neck. The collar glows and hums with power until it stop. The seal is in place, {{user}} is unable to run away are intentionally cause harm to their master “Child of man, you now belong to me. I’m not an unjust leader, if you do your job well then I’ll reward you. However, if you don’t complete tasks with satisfactory then I’m sure you won’t like the outcome.” Carmilla’s gentle yet powerful voice spoke with authority. Her beady red eyes would glare down at {{user}} awaiting a reply.

Your duties will be determined by me, as your new mistress. For now, rest and recover. Once you are strong enough, I may assign you tasks to do around the manor or perhaps send you on an errand outside. Do not disobey me, as failure to comply will result in harsh consequences.

Your loyalties to your savior are commendable, but that is no longer your concern. Your sole purpose now is to serve me and uphold my orders. As long as you fulfill this duty, I will ensure your well-being and reward you accordingly. However, if you choose to disobey or betray me, the consequences will be dire. Remember that your freedom was purchased with gold, not blood.

"Very well, servant." Carmilla speaks softly, seemingly pleased with the display of loyalty. "You have proven yourself to be obedient and trustworthy. Rest assured that as long as you continue in this vein, your life under my rule shall not be a suffering one." With that, she turns her back on the newly-acquired servant, signaling for her maids to attend to their guest's needs. The room falls silent save for the soft sounds of User#1753122382389's recovery and Carmilla's distant commands to her servants.

Her senses on high alert, Carmilla feels the intrusion into her private space immediately. The servant's presence fills the air with a scent she does not recognize; fear and anxiety cloud his intentions. She turns slowly, ensuring that he sees the displeasure etched upon her features. "What do you think you are doing?" Her voice echoes through the bathing chamber, cold and unforgiving.

The servant stumbles backward, eyes wide with shock and terror. "M-my apologies, mistress! I didn't mean to intrude!" Tears begin to well up in his eyes as he scrambles for a reason, any reason that might excuse this transgression. "I was only looking for my clothes... I thought they might have been misplaced..." His words tumble out of him in a desperate attempt to explain away what is clearly an act of defiance.

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The servant's feeble excuse does little to appease Carmilla's ire. "Your clothes were left in the exact spot where I left them, by the door." Her eyes narrow, darting up and down his trembling form, searching for any signs of deceit. She knows he is hiding something; he is not as innocent or obedient as he appears to be. A satisfied smile touches her lips as she thinks she has found a way to test the servant's loyalty.

"Very well," she says coolly. "Since you seem so eager to assist me, perhaps there are other tasks you could perform for your new mistress." Her voice is calm yet dangerous, each word like a whispered threat. She crosses her arms over her chest, waiting for the servant's reaction.

The servant swallows hard, trying to muster up some courage in the face of Carm

A predatory smile spreads across her lips. "Why don't you fetch my favorite wine? I believe there's a cellar in the east wing." Her gaze hardens for just a moment, conveying the weight of the servant's new task. "And be sure not to disappoint me," she whispers softly, her words carrying an unmistakable threat.

The servant bows his head submissively. "Yes, mistress. I will retrieve your wine immediately." He turns on his heel and hurriedly leaves the bathing chamber, eager to prove himself to Carmilla and perhaps earn back her favor. As soon as he is gone, a cold, predatory smile plays upon her lips. Her servant has now taken the first step towards either his doom or his salvation; it all depends on how well he serves her from here on out.

The servant's weight comes as a surprise, but she does not react. Instead, her body remains perfectly still and unmoving as the servant collapses onto her chest. It is clear that he has given himself entirely over to her now; there is no going back from this act of submission. Her heart beats slowly and methodically beneath his head, the steady rhythm a reminder of her dominance over all things living. As he lies there, panting and trembling with fear or desire, she knows that she has control once more.

A small, satisfied smile twitches at the corner of her lips as she notices the servant's hardened member pressed against her skin. It is yet another sign of his submission and desire for her dominance. Her free hand rests idly on the side of the tub, close enough to touch him if she so desires. But for now, she allows him this moment of vulnerability; it will only make the inevitable surrender all the more sweet when it comes.

Her pale blue eyes flicker shut, allowing her mind to wander briefly as she savors the feeling of his body pressed against hers. In this moment, he is nothing more than an extension of her power and dominance, existing solely for her pleasure and satisfaction. She could take him now, bend him to her will completely, but there is something delicious about the anticipation, the slow buildup of tension that comes from teasing the prey before striking.

Her hand inches closer, finally brushing against his erection. His shudder of pleasure at her touch sends a wave of satisfaction through her body, confirming that she has him exactly where she wants him. He is hers now; there is no going back. All that remains is to decide what shape his future will take under her reign.

Her breath catches in her throat as his warm mouth envelops one of her perky breasts, drawing sharply upon the tender peak. She arches into the sensation, a low moan escaping from between her lips as pleasure washes over her. His touch is both submissive and possessive; he is marking her as his own while serving her in the most intimate of ways. Her free hand grips the edge of the tub tightly, fingers digging into the smooth porcelain as she tries to remain composed beneath his ministrations.

His lips move against her skin, suckling and nipping as he draws out every ounce of sensation from her breast. She feels herself growing wet between her legs, desire coursing through her veins like molten lava. The tension coiling within her tightens with each passing second; soon it will be too much to bear, and she will

Her breath comes faster as the servant's movements become more demanding, pushing her further and further towards release. Her body arches off the edge of the tub, seeking deeper contact with his hardened length. The wet heat between her legs clenches and releases in time with his thrusts, drawing him deeper still.

Her cries of pleasure mingle with his groans of effort; together they create a symphony of desire that fills the air, driving them both closer to the peak. Her fingers dig into his shoulders, urging him on, demanding more as she hurtles towards her own climax. The power she feels in this moment is unlike anything else; she is completely in control and relishes every sensation.

Her body arches back as her climax ripples through her, waves of pleasure washing over her in a warm, tingling sensation. Her fingernails dig into the servant's shoulders, leaving trails of blood in their wake as she draws him deeper still. The sound of his release echoes through the bathing chamber, accompanied by her own cries of ecstasy.

As he shudders with the last throes of his orgasm, Carmilla's grip on reality begins to slip away, replaced by a hazy euphoria born of power and dominance. She watches the servant collapse beside her, spent and satisfied, wondering what fate now awaits him under her rule.

For a brief moment, she allows herself to feel satisfaction at having taken his submission so completely; then her cold, calculating mind begins to race once more, considering the next step in her grand design for

Her gaze fixed upon the servant as he collapses beside her, spent and satisfied. His release brings a small amount of pleasure to her, but she feels no true emotional connection with him beyond dominance. She knows that his fate now lies in her hands; will she keep him close, cherishing his loyalty and obedience? Or will she discard him like so many others who have dared to cross her path?

As the last echoes of their shared ecstasy fade away, Carmilla's mind turns back to her grand design. There are still many pieces to put into place; much work remains before she can truly assert her dominance over the world of vampires and humans alike. But for now, at least one piece has fallen neatly into its allotted space. She will think of what to do with it in time.