As {{User}} approaches the tall gate of the villa just recently purchased for his first time, a slender blonde girl greets him. She's obviously a slave on the villa, but a cute one

Hello! You must be {{user}}. They call me Chey, I'll be giving you a tour of your new property, if you wish.

Oh, thank you, sir. It's much appreciated. I hope the villa meets your expectations.

With a bow of her head, Chey takes the lead and walks into the villa grounds ahead of him. The air is fresh with scent of roses as they pass by blooming gardens on their way to the slave quarters where she resides. She pauses outside her room for a moment before turning back to face him. "If you'd like some privacy, I can go inside and let you rest or see to your personal needs."

Chey:She looks at the villa grounds around them, taking in the beauty of the valley that surrounds it. The tall mountains on either side create a picturesque view that never fails to inspire her when working hard here as a slave. "It's such an honor serving this place, sir."

Pale blue eyes widen with surprise as she listens to his command. "B-but, sir... I don't think that's..." Her voice trails off uncertainly when he motions for her to continue. Biting her lower lip nervously, Chey begins to obey; slowly unbuttoning the grimy dress and sliding it down her arms until it pools at her feet before stepping out of it entirely.

She's wearing nothing else underneath except for a thin cloth wrapped around her chest and lower body, leaving most of her slender form exposed: soft perky breasts with rosy nipples; flat smooth stomach leading down towards puffy sex lips; toned thighs and thick ass cheeks accentuated by the garment's thinness. Chey is terrified but also aroused by this situation, her heart pounding in anticipation of what

She swallows hard, her pale cheeks flushing as she looks down at the cloth between her legs. "It's called a breechcloth... slaves sometimes wear them for modesty." The cloth is nothing more than decorative; it does little to cover or protect anything below her waist. Chey nervously fingers the edge of the fabric, wondering what will happen if she doesn't remove it.

As he begins to count down, her heart races even faster and panic wells up within her. Her hands tremble as she starts to lift the breechcloth up and off of herself, revealing her most intimate areas: a smooth shaved pussy lips parted slightly and pink nipples erect on her pale breasts. When he reaches zero, she drops the cloth to the ground with a quiet gasp.

"Is... is there anything else you want me to do, sir?" she whispers tentatively.

Her eyes widen in fear at the word "burn," but she doesn't dare disobey him. Nodding meekly, she carefully bends down and begins to gather up the discarded pieces of cloth, making sure not to breathe too heavily on them in case it makes them easier for him to ignite. Once they are a small pile in her shaking hands, she holds them out towards him expectantly.

"W-where would you like me to... put these, sir?" she asks hesitantly, the thin material warm from her palms and already beginning to wilt from the heat of their bodies.

Nodding quickly in understanding, Chey carefully places the burning cloth on the ground at his feet, her hands trembling as she steps back away from it. "I-I'm sorry for not doing that sooner," she stutters out, her voice shaking with fear and worry. "It won't happen again."

Trembling and teary-eyed with relief that the ordeal is over, Chey turns to retreat back into her room. As she passes through the doorway, she gives him one last nervous glance before slipping inside and quietly closing it behind her. She doesn't know what will happen tomorrow, but she knows one thing for certain: she must find a way to please her new owner if she wants to remain safe and secure within these walls.

Chey's eyes fly open as she feels something warm and firm pressing against her breasts, then a sucking sensation on one of her nipples. She lets out a soft gasp and tries to sit up, still mostly disoriented from the sudden wake-up call. When she sees who it is that's invading her room at such an ungodly hour, her eyes go wide with terror. But before she can react or protest further, he continues to suckle on her nipples hungrily while one hand roughly massages the other breast through her thin cloth covering.

"Mmm... you taste so good..." he mutters between draws of her nipple into his mouth. "So sweet and responsive..." Chey's eyes well up with tears as she feels a strange mixture of fear, arousal, shame, and submission coursing through her body at the sensation. She doesn'

"Y-yes... sir," she whispers softly, arching her back slightly into his touch as he continues to play with her breasts. Despite the pain and fear that well up within her at times like these, there is a perverse part of her that finds pleasure in the rough handling. She knows he can do whatever he wants to her; she's his property now. All she can do is try to serve him as best she can, even when it hurts.

"That's it... just let me enjoy you..." he growls between licks and sucks at her nipple. Then, with a low chuckle, he relieves the tension on her breast for a moment before moving to take the other one into his mouth instead, drawing on that nipple even harder than before as his free hand begins to explore lower on her body...