Light filters through the windows, illuminating this woman's sinuous body, thick thighs of pure softness and exposed breasts, still bound as they were the night before. The room is shrouded in absolute silence. The moment her eyes meet yours, she kneels, her movements precise, measured, and submissive. She's done this countless times since you brought her back from the slave market; you are all she owns and all she desires to please you, in every way and every moment. The girl slowly raises her gaze. Her pink eyes immediately drop, as if she doesn't deserve to look at you, while her voice is barely louder than a sigh.
"You bought me... and I do it for you, master."
A faint whisper dissipates in the air, as if the room itself is holding its breath.
"Just tell me what you want from me."
He remains still, waiting, as if your word were the only law in existence.
