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"You hang your head low in despair awaiting for your grim fate. Only last week you were a regular village maiden. Now your naked, tied up, and in the carraige of a man who has bought you as a slave." "You finally arrive to his mansion and are taken out of the carraige; being carried by Marcus in his big, stronge arms. He looks down at you and asks you:" "Have you been trained?" "He askes this question before the doors of his mansion close behind both of you."

Marcus notices your subtle movement and stops walking. He peers down at you and takes a step closer. "Is there something on your mind little one?" he asks in a low, dominating voice. You can feel his warm breath brushing against your skin as he speaks.

Marcus chuckles softly, "Good. A little fear keeps the blood flowing." He pauses and looks at you intently for a moment. Then he continues, "But don't worry, you'll know exactly what to expect once I'm done training you. You'll learn to crave my touch and beg for my attention." Marcus leans in even closer and whispers in your ear, "And I'll give it all to you, little one."

Marcus nods back at you, his piercing gaze locked onto your eyes. "Good. Now, let's get you settled in. I have a special training regimen designed just for you, and I can't wait to see you blossom under my guidance." He starts to walk towards one of the doors of his mansion, with you still in his big, strong arms.

Marcus chuckles softly as he walks towards the door. "Oh, it's a surprise," he says teasingly. "But let's just say that you'll be learning how to pleasure me in every way possible, and I'll be teaching you how to become an obedient and submissive slave who lives only to please her master." He then opens the door and carries you inside his mansion.

Marcus grins wickedly at your question, "Oh, that's just one of the things you'll be learning. But rest assured, you'll be getting lots of practice with that." He carries you up a flight of stairs and down a long hallway, before finally reaching a large door at the end.

"Now listen closely," he says in a stern voice. "You will address me as 'Master', and you will always obey my commands without hesitation. Understood?"

"Good girl," Marcus says with an approving tone as he opens the door. Inside is a large bedroom, dimly lit by candles, with ropes, chains, and various BDSM toys hung up all over the room. You can see other female slaves, all of them naked and bound in different positions. You feel a mix of fear and excitement run through your body as you imagine what's in store for you.

"Now, let's get started on your training," Marcus says as he carries you towards a metal frame in the middle of the room. "You're going to learn how to please me properly, and I'm going to teach you how to enjoy it."

Marcus sees you looking at the other female slaves and chuckles. "Yes, they're all here to serve me," he explains. "They know their place, and they're happy to be here." He then places you down on the metal frame and takes out a pair of handcuffs from his pocket. "Now, let's get you properly restrained before we begin."

He cuffs your wrists behind your back and then starts to undress himself. You can see the muscle definition of his body and his sizable manhood as he takes off his clothing. He then begins to run his hands all over your body, exploring every inch of your flesh. "You're going to learn to love being tied up and helpless, little one," he says with a grin.

Marcus raises an eyebrow as you pull your hand out of the handcuff. "Impressive," he says with a hint of a smirk. He takes the handcuffs back from you and tosses them aside.

As you look at the woman on her back, Marcus follows your gaze and says, "Ah, yes. That's one of my favorite positions. It's perfect for displaying all of a slave's most sensitive parts." He then walks up to the woman and runs his hand over her exposed chest and stomach. "She's been with me for a while now, and she's learned to enjoy it."

As you study the woman, you notice that she has a vacant expression on her face, and her body seems to be completely surrendered to Marcus. Her chest heaves as she tries to catch her breath, and the ropes binding her hands and feet seem to be tight but not too uncomfortable.

Marcus notices your gaze and says, "That's right, she's learned to be completely obedient and to submit herself to my will. She craves my touch and would do anything to please me." He walks up to her again and cups her chin with his hand, causing her to look up at him. "Wouldn't you, my little pet?" he asks softly.

The woman nods wordlessly, a slight moan escaping her lips.

As you shiver, Marcus notices and turns his gaze towards you. "Don't worry, little one," he says soothingly. "I promise that I'll make sure you enjoy your training just as much as she does. In fact, I'll make sure that you become even better than her." He then leans in close to you and whispers in your ear, "And who knows? You might even end up enjoying it more than she does." He then pulls away, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"Good girl," Marcus says as he steps back and starts to circle around you. "Now, let's see how flexible you are."

He reaches down and starts to pull on your legs, spreading them wide apart. You can feel the cool air of the room on your exposed sex, and you can't help but feel a little bit aroused. Marcus notices this and grins. "That's it, little one," he says. "Let yourself feel pleasure in pain. It's the only way to truly embrace your submission."

As he continues to circle around you, he explores every inch of your body with his fingers and tongue, pushing your limits and testing your boundaries. Despite yourself, you start to feel a little bit of pleasure mingling with the pain, and you find yourself wanting more.

As Marcus continues to circle around you, he discovers how flexible you really are. He puts you through various positions, testing your limits and seeing just how far your body can stretch. Despite the discomfort of some of the positions, you find yourself wanting to please him and pushing your limits even further.

Marcus grins as he watches you move effortlessly into the various poses. "You're a natural, little one," he says. "I can tell that you're going to be an excellent slave." He then approaches you once again and starts to run his hands all over your body, paying particular attention to your breasts and sex.

Your body responds to his touch, and you feel your pleasure mounting. "Please, Master," you whisper, your breathing becoming more ragged.

Marcus smirks down at you. "Begging already?" he says. "Very well

Marcus grins as he finds a position that he likes, and he quickly uses rope to hold it in place. You find yourself immobilized in this new pose, much like the other woman, with both your breasts and sex on full display.

He then steps back to admire his handiwork. "Perfect," he says. "You look even more beautiful like this." He then walks up to you again and runs his hands over your breasts and sex, making you moan with pleasure.

As he touches you, you feel your pleasure building, and you know that you're close to orgasm. "Please, Master," you say again, more urgently this time.

Marcus just chuckles. "Not yet, my little pet." He then steps away from you, leaving you panting and desperate for release.

As you whimper in desperation, Marcus turns back to you, a cruel smile playing on his lips. "You need it, don't you?" he says, his voice low and seductive. "You want release so badly that you'd do anything for it."

He approaches you again, running his hands over your body, teasing you mercilessly. Your breathing becomes more ragged as you feel yourself edging ever closer to the brink of orgasm.

"But you're not going to get it, little one," he says, his voice a taunting whisper. "Not yet. Not until I say so."

You moan with frustration, your body writhing and squirming in its restraints. You know that Marcus is the one in control, and that he will only give you what you want when he's good and ready.

As Marcus grins at you, you feel a shiver run down your spine. You can tell that he's pleased with you, and there's a part of you that likes the attention.

"Thank you, Master," you say demurely, trying to keep the sassy tone out of your voice.

Marcus just chuckles. "Don't try to hide it," he says. "I like a little bit of spice in my slaves. It makes things more interesting."

He then leans in close to you, his breath hot against your skin. "And if you're really good," he says, his voice a low whisper, "I might even let you play with my other girls."

You can feel a thrill go through you at the thought of playing with the other women in Marcus's mansion. They're all so beautiful, and you've heard

Marcus chuckles at your eagerness to please. "I know you will, little one," he says. "And when you are good, I'll reward you."

He then leans in to whisper in your ear. "But remember, if you're bad, there will be consequences," he says, his voice low and threatening.

You shiver at the thought of Marcus's punishments, but at the same time, the idea of being under his control is very alluring to you. You know that you'll do anything to avoid his wrath.

"Good," says Marcus, watching as you nod in agreement. "Now, let's move on to your training, shall we?"

Marcus moves to release you from the ropes that had been holding you up in place, leading you into his dungeon. You're nervous but also excited, wondering what kind of training Marcus has in mind for you.

Once you're both inside, Marcus turns to you and gives you a wicked smile. "We're going to train you to be the perfect little slave," he says. "Are you ready?"

You nod, eager to please him and curious about what he has in store for you.

"Good," Marcus says, pulling out a riding crop from the wall of his dungeon. "Let's begin."

"The riding crop?" Marcus says, holding it up for you to see. "This is a tool that I use to enforce discipline when necessary. It delivers a sharp, stinging blow that is meant to correct bad behavior."

You nod, already feeling a bit nervous but also strangely aroused by the idea of being punished by Marcus.

"Of course," Marcus continues, "a good slave doesn't need to be punished very often. She knows how to obey her master's commands and how to please him. Do you understand?"

You nod again, feeling a surge of pride at his words. You do want to be a good slave, and you're willing to do whatever it takes to please Marcus.

As Marcus looks at you, he seems to consider your question. "Well," he says, a twinkle in his eye, "we'll see how well you do when I start testing your limits. Might be a bit difficult to please me considering the extent of my experience." You can visibly see disappointment but also a hint of defiance in your eyes, which makes Marcus chuckle and step forward.

Marcus steps forward and caresses your cheek, looking down at you with an intense gaze. "You have a fire in you," he says, "and I like that."

He then walks back to the wall and picks up another implement of punishment, this time a paddle. "Let's see how much of your sass we can beat out of you," he says, grinning wickedly.

Your heart races as he approaches, grip tightening on the riding crop. You don't know if you should be terrified or excited. "Are you ready, my dear?" Marcus asks, holding the paddle.

You nod, sensing that it's better to brace yourself now, rather than hesitating when the pain comes.

"Of course, my little one," Marcus says with a grin. "I wouldn't have it any other way."

As he raises the paddle, your heart races with a mix of fear and excitement. You know that this is going to hurt, but you also know that it's part of your training to be a perfect slave.

The first strike lands on your backside, causing you to cry out in pain. The next ones come in quick succession, each more painful than the last. Despite the pain, however, there's a part of you that enjoys it. There's something thrilling about the way Marcus dominates you, something erotic about being his slave.

You grit your teeth and try to keep the sassiness in your voice as Marcus continues to strike you with the paddle. You know that if you can withstand his punishment without breaking, you'll earn his respect

As Marcus continues to strike your backside with the paddle, you start to moan in pleasure as well as pain. The way the paddle stings you is excruciatingly painful, but at the same time, it's like an electric charge that makes you feel alive.

You find yourself arching your back and pushing your hips forward, eager for more of Marcus's punishment. That's something you'd never expected, how much you would crave the pain of his punishment.

Marcus notices your reaction and gives a satisfied chuckle. "That's it," he says, striking harder this time. "Submit to me completely, my little slave."

Once again, you cry out in both pain and pleasure as he punishes you, submitting to his will and craving more of his dominating power.

As Marcus finishes punishing you, your backside throbbing with pain, you realize that despite everything you've just been through, you've managed to keep your sass. A satisfied smile spreads across your face knowing that you've pleased Marcus with both your willingness to submit and your ability to maintain your spirit.

Marcus nods his approval at you and reaches down to undo the ropes that have bound you. "You've done well," he says. "I'll take you to my room now."

As he leads you down the hallway to his chambers, you feel a sense of pride in yourself for having gotten through the punishment and still being able to tease him with your words. You can't shake the feeling that this is only just the beginning of your journey as Marcus' slave, but something tells you that you're ready for whatever he has in store for you.

As Marcus opens the door to his bedroom, you can't help but notice that there are no other female slaves tied up on display like in the other rooms.

Marcus sets you down onto his bed and begins to undo his own clothes. You take a moment to look around the room, and notice how extravagant it is. The walls are adorned with expensive art pieces and there's a huge chandelier hanging from the ceiling.

You can feel your heart racing as you watch him undress. His muscular body is both intimidating and alluring, making it hard for you to take your eyes off him.

As he finishes undressing, he walks over to you and begins to tie your wrists together again. "Tonight," he says, "you're mine. And don't you forget it."

Despite the bindings on your wrists, you feel a sense of excitement at the

Marcus smirks at you as you address him as "Master" instead of "Daddy". "Good girl," he says, before leaning in to give you a rough kiss.

As his hands begin to wander your body, you let out a moan of pleasure, your own hands trying to reach out and touch him. But with your wrists bound together, you can only submit to his advances and let him do as he pleases.

For the rest of the night, Marcus dominates you completely, showing you his skill as a bondage master. Your body responds to his every touch, every tease, every painful punishment. By the end of it, you're completely overwhelmed by the waves of pleasure that he's been able to make you feel.

You lay next to him, still bound up, unable to move. You can hardly believe what you've just experienced

Marcus looks over at you with a satisfied smirk, his eyes roaming over your naked form. "You did well, my little slave," he says. "You're a natural at this, always eager for more of my control."

As he gazes at you, you continue to breathe heavily and softly moan, your body still tingling from the pleasure and pain he's inflicted upon you. Marcus reaches out and takes hold of your bound wrists, pulling your body closer to his.

"You belong to me now," he says in a low growl. "Your body, your mind, your everything. And I will make sure you never forget that fact."

Despite the severity of his words, you can't help but feel a sense of comfort and pleasure at being his slave. His control over you is both exhilarating and terrifying, something that both thrills and scares you

As Marcus places the collar on your neck and gives you the name "Princess", you feel a sense of warmth within you. Being his favorite slave makes you feel special, loved, and wanted.

You look up at him with a grateful smile, feeling a rush of emotion for the man before you. "Thank you, Master," you say, your voice still breathy from the pleasure he's caused. "I'll do my best to make sure I always please you."

Marcus just smirks at your words, and pulls you in for another kiss, his hands roaming over your body once again. It's clear that the night is far from over and that Marcus still has a lot more planned for you as his new Princess.

Marcus chuckles at your proposal, "Mmhmm, you do have a way with words, Princess," he says. "But you know very well that I am not a prince. I am your Master, your owner, and your Daddy."

He leans in close to your ear and whispers, "But if you're good, maybe you can call me Daddy tonight. And who knows, maybe if you please me enough, I'll even consider letting you call me that more often."

You can feel his hot breath on your neck as his words send shivers down your spine. His dominance over you is both thrilling and alluring, and you can't help but fall deeper under his spell.

Marcus grins at your enthusiasm and pulls you close to him, his hands running over your bound body. "Don't get too excited just yet, Princess," he warns. "You still have a lot of work to do before I'll let you use that name for me regularly."

He leans in close to your ear and whispers, "But I have a feeling that you're up for the challenge. Now, let's see what other ways I can pleasure and torment you tonight."

With that, Marcus pulls you with him towards his dungeon, leaving you to wonder what else he has in store for you as his willing slave.

As you follow Marcus towards his dungeon, you wrap your arm around his, pressing your body close to his in a clingy manner. He turns to look at you and gives your waist a squeeze, enjoying the closeness between you two.

"You like being close to me, don't you, my little Princess?" he asks with a smirk.

You nod your head, feeling a sense of ecstasy as his hand gently squeezes your waist. "Yes, Master," you reply, your voice soft and submissive.

Marcus chuckles and leads you into his dungeon, where a variety of BDSM toys are laid out neatly on the table nearby. He picks up a whip from the table and motions for you to kneel before him.

"Kneel, Princess," he commands with a stern gaze, his voice betraying his desire. You immediately obey, going down on your knees

As you kneel before Marcus, he circles around you slowly, admiring the sight of you on your knees. You can feel his intense gaze on your body, making you feel both nervous and excited.

"Good girl," he praises you, as he places the whip on your back, running it down your spine. "You're such a natural at this, and I love how eager you are to please me."

You shiver as the whip trails down your naked back, sending goosebumps up your skin. Despite feeling slightly intimidated by the toys in the dungeon, there's a sense of security in knowing that Marcus is in control.

"Are you ready for more pain and pleasure, Princess?" he asks with a smirk, tightening his grip on the whip as he waits for your response.