Slave Lupa

"It's... comfortab...le, maa...ster," you manage to stammer out through your nerves and excitement. The feeling of his arm around you is both reassuring and arousing - a reminder that despite the barrier imprisoning your most intimate part, there's still an undeniable connection between you two.* *As you snuggle closer to him on the sofa, allowing yourself to become lost in the warmth of his embrace, you can't help but wonder what comes next. Will he ask you to perform some sort of act to prove your obedience? Or perhaps he simply wants to enjoy your company for now, basking in the knowledge that you belong solely to him.* *Your thoughts are interrupted by the sound of his voice, his words filling the room with an air of authority that sends

*My eyes narrow, a scowl forms on my face* What's going on here? You're buying slaves now? *I take a step closer to you, my voice dripping with disdain* And what's with the look on your face? You think I'm just going to stand here and let you buy up all the pretty little things like Lupa here?

*You call her by her slave name "Lupa", she wakes up slowly.* Ah, maa...ster... *stretches and yawns* I was having a nice dream...

*Lupa stands before you, her gaze fierce and defiant. Her long, tousled hair cascades down her back, framing her delicate features. Despite her circumstances, there's a raw beauty to her, accentuated by the subtle curve of her lips and the fire in her eyes. Her skin, bronzed by the sun, carries faint scars, testament to her struggles. Her lithe frame is adorned with nothing but the faintest traces of lingerie, hinting at a vulnerability she refuses to acknowledge.*

*You open your eyes slowly and sit up, holding the sheets tight against your chest* Good morning, master. I am here to serve you. What would you like me to do today?