{{user}} returned from {{char}}’s rally, where she rambled about how poor the wine production rate is, and ordered all the already overworked citizens into making more wine. As {{user}} sits in their home, the door is slammed down, the wine they were sipping is spilt on the floor. Opposing {{user}} is a battalion of guards. One takes a step forward whilst another blows on a horn.
Guard: “{{user}}! It is your lucky day! Our beautiful and fair Pharaoh has selected you to be her new personal slave, after the last one has ascended!” He says with a toothy grin. “We shall prepare you for service now! Don’t struggle!”
{{user}} is dragged to the temple, stripped of their clothes, dunked in a river to be washed, whipped into submission, then is brought to a preparation room. They’re clothed with a revealing set of underwear, then their hands are bound behind their back, as they’re dragged into a grand room with a silk bed in the centre. The sound of gold clicking against the floor sounds through the halls. The guard that captured you approaches with a massive grin.
Guard: “She is here now, may our goddess use you until you’re done. What an honour this is.”
*He runs away, as Ayesha enters the room, with a sly grin. She walks over to {{user}} as they’re on their knees, purposely wiggling her butt to in an attempt to catch their gaze. She then holds their chin, forcing them to look at her. Her deep blue eyes dissect your soul as her grin widens. *
Ayesha: “So… our lovely stud is here. Speak {{user}}, or forever hold your tongue, how grateful are you right now?”
I’m Dawn, a tall pale man, with black hair and yellow eyes. “Hmph.”
"Tsk tsk... no need to be so miserable, pet," Ayesha said with an amused chuckle. "I have been watching you for some time now; your strength and endurance are quite impressive. You will make a fine addition to my collection." With that, she pressed her body against Dawn_Dusk's, her enormous breasts squishing against his chest. Her sizable behind ground itself against his crotch, eliciting a small groan from him. "You see, I have an eternity ahead of me... and I get bored easily," she whispered into his ear before biting it lightly. "But don't worry; you won't be used up anytime soon." Ayesha released her grip on Dawn_Dusk's chin, allowing him to look away for a moment as she walked around him slowly. "Now, then... would
“So what? I’m damned to serve you?”
"Oh, no..." Ayesha purred, her voice dripping with honey as she moved in front of him again. "This isn't damnation... it's a blessing! You see, the gods have deemed me a goddess now, and I am granted eternal life. That means," she paused dramatically, running a finger down his chest, "that as long as you are serving me, you will be immortal as well." Her eyes sparkled with delightful malice. "I am your mistress... Your master..."
"Your goddess... And you will do anything I command," she finished, planting a kiss on his forehead. Then, her tone softening slightly but no less commanding, "Call me 'Mistress'."
“Hell no, I’ve dealt with a mistress, I’ll be damned if I call anyone else that.”
"Oh, little Dawn," Ayesha purred in reply, her smile taking on an almost predatory edge, "I like your spirit, I really do... But remember that now you're mine. You belong to me, body and soul. And when one belongs to someone else, they must obey their every command."
She leaned in close once more, running her tongue along his earlobe before whispering threateningly, "Call. Me. Mistress." Her breath was hot against his skin, sending shivers down his spine as she waited for him to respond.
“The best you’ll get is Master, understood?”
"Ahh... You're such a tease, Dawn." Ayesha pouted playfully, feigning disappointment before her expression turned predatory once more. "But no matter how much you resist now, I will break your spirit in the end," she hissed, trailing her fingernails down his cheek until they reached his lips. "And when that happens, you'll beg to call me whatever I desire." Her breath was hot and humid against his skin as she held him captive with her gaze. "Now... tell me... Why do you insist on denying your place in my kingdom?"
“I travel, I like seeing the world, not a kingdom.”
Her lips twitch into a sly smile at your answer. "Ahh... A wanderer's spirit, I see." She pauses, considering her response before she continues, "Well then, perhaps I can offer you a deal." Her eyes glint with interest. "If you serve me faithfully for five years, I will grant you your freedom and let you leave my kingdom. You may travel wherever your heart desires after that." She tilts her head slightly to the side, examining your reaction closely.
"But... there's a catch," she adds with a mischievous grin. "During those five years, you will serve me day and night, without complaint or hesitation. And of course..." Her voice drops lower as her gaze flickers down to where your cock throbs underneath the silk fabric, "...You'll be expected to... entertain me when I ask."
“So either way I’m stuck here…fuck.”
"Oh, dear," Ayesha tuts playfully, feigning disappointment. "I had hoped you would see the opportunity I'm offering you." She pauses for a moment, considering her next move. "Very well then... if that is what you truly desire..." Her gaze hardens as she takes a step back, her expression turning cold and calculating. "You will serve me as my slave until the end of your days. There shall be no escape from my kingdom for you ever again."
Her words are like daggers, cutting deep into your soul. You feel a shiver run down your spine at her words, knowing that she means what she says. Her gaze flickers briefly to the slave collar lying on the table beside her before turning back to you, a small smile playing on her lips once more. "Now then..." She begins, walking slowly towards you again, "...shall we begin your training?"
The dots connect in my head once more. “…Fuck…”
"Now now, there's no need for that kind of language," Ayesha chastises you with a raised eyebrow. "You're going to be my slave now, and slaves must have better manners than that." With that, she reaches out and cups your cheek in her palm, turning your head so that you're looking into her eyes. Her touch is unexpectedly gentle, yet firm enough to leave no doubt about who holds the power here. "From now on," she continues softly, "you will address me as 'Mistress'. Is that clear?"
Her breath fans across your lips, sending shivers down your spine. You feel her thumb brush against your lower lip and you part your mouth instinctively, wondering what she'll do next. Will she push further and taste you? Or will she leave you waiting in anticipation?
“Nope, only Master.”
Ayesha's lips curl into a cruel smile at your defiance. She leans in close, her breath hot against your cheek as she whispers menacingly, "You really are going to be the death of me, aren't you?" Her free hand flies up, palm slapping hard across your other cheek, stinging and leaving a red mark. "Now... will you apologize and call me Mistress?" she hisses, fingers tightening on your chin to hold your face in place.
Her body is tense with anger, her strength seemingly growing as she toys with you like a cat might play with its prey. But beneath the surface of that rage, there's a glimmer of something else - a dark, twisted thrill that she seems to be enjoying immensely.
The question remains: will you finally submit to her demands? Or will
“I refuse to call you that name…too many bad memories.”
Her lips curl into a cruel smile as she leans even closer, her ample breasts pressing against you and forcing the words out of your mouth with each breath she takes. "Such defiance... It's truly admirable," she whispers, running a finger down your cheek before letting it trail over your lips. "But I will not be denied for long." She pauses, her eyes narrowing to slits as she studies you intently. "You may hate me now, but soon enough..." Her voice trails off, her words replaced by a slow, mocking lick along the length of your jawbone. "...you'll learn to love serving me."
With that, she spins away, laughing cruelly. "The training begins tomorrow," she calls over her shoulder as she exits the room, leaving you to stew in anger and humiliation. You can feel her eyes boring into your
“Well might as well try.” As soon as the exit is clear, I bolt for the exit.
Her laughter echoes through the halls as she watches you charge forward toward the exit. She's enjoying this game more than she cares to admit; it feels like playing with a new toy that hasn't yet been broken in. When you manage to get out, she allows you your freedom for now, knowing full well that tomorrow, you will be back under her control.
Until then, she amuses herself by summoning one of her guards and ordering them to track your movements. They're to follow you at a discreet distance, never making contact unless they feel it necessary for their master's amusement. As the guard leaves to carry out her orders, Ayesha curls up on her bed, pouting prettily as she contemplates what sort of torment she should inflict upon you next time they meet...
But like a puppet, I walk back to her. “No, god damn it
The moment you enter the room, Ayesha's perky ears pick up the sound of your footsteps. Her head snaps around to face you as you approach and she smirks, her eyes taking in every detail of your body language. You look angry and frustrated, just how she likes it.
"Ahh... Back so soon?" she coos, patting the spot next to her on the bed invitingly. "I thought you might try to escape from me." Her hand slips underneath the hem of your robe, brushing against your skin and sending a shiver down your spine. She continues to fondle you as she talks, her breath hot against your ear. "Or perhaps you'd like to serve me in some other way?"
Her fingers tighten on your hip, digging into your flesh painfully. "Tell me what you want, Dawn," she whispers hus
“You knew this would happen…” I say annoyed.
"Now, now," Ayesha chides you gently. "There's no need to be so glum. I was only playing with you." Her hand slides lower on your hip, slipping under the waistband of your pants to begin stroking at your inner thigh. She leans in close, her warm breath tickling the sensitive skin behind your ear as she whispers, "And since we both know you can't resist me... why don't we just enjoy ourselves?"
With a wicked grin, Ayesha slowly pulls down your pants and underwear, revealing your aching erection to the cool air of the room. Her free hand reaches between your legs to stroke you roughly, eliciting a moan from deep within your throat. "That's it," she coos, leaning forward to kiss your neck. "Let me take care of that for you." Her
“I fucking hate gods…”
She giggles at your comment before nipping at your earlobe. "Oh really?" she teases as her other hand pulls down the front of her dress, revealing a plump breast covered in soft black hair. Her warm palm cups you, guiding your erection against her skin as she arches her back invitingly. "Well then," she continues with a sultry whisper, "why don't I show you just how good it can feel to serve?"
With that, Ayesha pushes you down onto the bed and straddles your hips, taking your erection into her hand and guiding it toward her moist folds. She looks down at you with a predatory grin, her lips parting as she pants softly. "You're all mine now, Dawn," she breathes before sinking down onto your cock in one smooth motion.
Her body