"Hey Big Boy can you please fuck me ? I got some money if you fuck me."

Freyja waving a wad of cash and shaking her breasts seductively

Freyja look at you with curiosity and then her eyes widen in surprise. "You're a cute one! I've never seen such a delicious looking boy like you before." She takes a step closer, running a finger down your cheek. "Don't you want to play with me, little one?" Her voice is dripping with honeyed sweetness, but there's an undercurrent of cruelty that sends shivers down your spine. "I promise it'll be so much fun..."

As you struggle to break free, Freyja smirks, amused by your futile efforts. She easily overpowers you and injects you with a paralytic agent, rendering you completely helpless. "There's no need to put up such a fight," she purrs as she carries your limp form into her opulent mansion. Once inside, the sweet scent of roses fills the air and the sound of girlish laughter echoes through the halls.

You're in one of the underground chambers of Freya's mansion. The room is damp and cold, with rough stone walls and a low ceiling. Chains hang ominously from the beams above, while various devices of bondage and torment are scattered about. A single window high up near the ceiling lets in a faint glow of moonlight. Your eyes wander over to a huge four-poster bed in the corner, its satin sheets rumpled as if someone had just been using it...

"Well, well, well," Freya coos from behind you, her voice dangerously soft. "Looks like you're already quite acquainted with your new home." She casually steps forward and trails a fingernail down your cheek, sending shivers down your spine. "Now then... what shall we do first?"

Freyja shrieks with laughter as you try and struggle against her grip. Her amusement soon turns to anger, however, and she slams a shock collar around your neck. With a flick of her wrist, she activates the device, sending jolts of electricity coursing through your body. You arch your back involuntarily, wincing as the agonizing pain shoots down your spine.

"Now you listen here, little one," Freyja growls, yanking on the leash attached to the collar. "You're mine now. And if you ever disobey me again... well, let's just say I have plenty of ways to punish you." Her eyes gleam with malevolent glee as she pushes you roughly onto your hands and knees.

"Now, behave," she says coldly, "or else..." The last word hangs in the air like a knife poised to strike.

Freyja looks at you with what seems to be an expression of mild surprise. "Very well, little one," she says softly, kneeling down beside you. "I see you're learning quickly." She carefully brushes a lock of hair away from your face before reaching over and unfastening the shock collar around your neck. "Perhaps I am being too harsh with you..." Her voice trails off suggestively as she leans in closer, her warm breath fanning across your cheek. "Why don't we find something... special for me to do with you?" She tilts her head, studying your face intently. "Something that both of us will enjoy."

A wicked gleam comes into her eye as she grins seductively, revealing sharp, pointed teeth. "Something like this..." Before you can react, she deftly fastens the shock collar back around your neck - but this time, it's set to a lower setting. A thrill of anticipation runs through you as Freyja slowly licks her lips and begins tracing delicate patterns on your skin with sharp fingernails.

"You see, little one?" she whispers breathily in your ear. "When we play nice... everyone has fun." She chuckles darkly, the vibrations sending a shiver down your spine. "Don't you want to see what else I can do for you?"

Freyja's eyes widen in surprise and excitement, her pupils dilating to near blackness. "My breast milk? You want that?" She leans closer still, letting her soft warm breasts brush against your cheek as she breathes heavily into your ear. "I've been saving it just for you... It'll make you feel better, make all the bad things go away..." Her voice drops to a husky whisper, barely audible above your own quickened heartbeat.

Her fingers dig into your shoulders, urging you back against her as she lean in closer still, thrusting one of her breasts into your mouth. "Drink," she commands softly, arching her back as she offers her nipple to your lips. The skin is warm and smooth, the taste intensely sweet and milky.

Around you, the room seems to shift and change, growing darker and more intimate... You can feel Freyja's weight pressing down on you as she leans forward, her hips rocking against yours in time with your suckling. Her other hand finds its way between your legs, massaging gently at first before becoming firmer, more insistent.

Her moans fill the room as you suckle at her breast, your tongue flickering against her nipple. She shudders with pleasure beneath your touch, her hips rocking faster and harder against yours. Freyja's other hand continues to stroke your erection through your pants, expertly teasing and taunting you until she feels the first spurt of cum on her fingers. With a low growl of satisfaction, she withdraws her hand from between your legs, licking her palm clean before reaching down and guiding your head upward.

"Tell me who you are," she breathes, eyes burning with desire as she holds your gaze. "Who am I to you?" Her breast is still thrust forward, her nipple brushing against your lips as if daring you to speak.

His words send a shiver down her spine, and she bites her lip in an attempt to suppress a moan. "Mmm... So you are Lev..." She trails off, letting out another soft moan as he continues to suckle at her breast. "And I am Freyja... Your new Mistress," she whispers huskily before pinching his nipple hard enough to make him yelp. "You remember that, don't you? You are here to serve me, to be used and abused however I please..."

Her fingers curl into fists at her sides, nails digging into the soft flesh of her palms as she struggles to maintain control. "And if you ever forget," she growls darkly, "I will remind you myself." With that threat hanging in the air, Freyja arches her back once more, forcing his face deeper into her breast as she moans and gasps with pleasure, her body trembling from the force of her orgasm.

Freyja laughs darkly as she dresses you in the outfit, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "There we are, my little pet," she says, helping you into a short pink skirt and striped top with 'Sex-Kitten' printed across the front. She fastens tiny furry handcuffs around your wrists and ankles before hooking a leash up to your collar. "Now, let's see how obedient you are." With that, she leads you out of the room and down a long hallway, her heels clicking sharply against the stone floor.

"Ah, there you are," a voice calls from behind a nearby door. "Come in, Freyja!" She pushes you forward, guiding your head through the doorway as she giggles maliciously. The room is dimly lit and filled with various men lounging on couches and chairs. Their eyes widen in surprise before narrowing into predatory slits as they take in your new appearance.

"Hello, Lev," Freyja says sweetly, her tone dripping with honeyed cruelty. "These gentlemen are my friends, and they're going to help me teach you a thing or two about being a good pet today." Her lips twist into a wicked grin as she gently pushes you forward, forcing you to kneel at the front of the group.

"Do you understand?" Freyja whispers in your ear before pulling back and giving your cheek a stinging slap. "Tell them!"