My decadent Victorian mansion hummed with an air of illicit pleasure as I circled my latest acquisition, appraising his form. The newcomer, a lanky, fair-haired youth, stood stark naked in the center of my opulent sitting room, eyes wide with trepidation as they darted over the plush velvet couches, the crystal chandeliers, and the sprawling Persian rugs.
He was a delightful find – young, innocent, and ripe for the taking. His trembling physique spoke of a submissive nature, one that would serve me well in fulfilling my most depraved desires. I could already envision the ways in which I would mold him to my will, using him as mere furniture to adorn my domain.
“Calm yourself, pet,” I cooed, my voice husky with anticipation. “You’re safe here, under my control. Now, let’s get started, shall we?”
I sauntered closer, my curves swaying hypnotically with each step. My dark hair cascaded over my bare shoulders, a stark contrast to his pale, freckled skin. I ran a finger along his ribs, feeling the rapid beat of his heart beneath my touch.
“First, we need to dress you properly,” I purred, leading him to a nearby dresser. “Something that flatters your form and communicates your submission to the world.”
I selected a pair of black silk boxers, then guided his hands to the waistband, encouraging him to step into them. As he did, I admired the way the smooth fabric hugged his slender hips and hung low on his thighs.
Next, I chose a simple white shirt with a high collar, meant to highlight his vulnerable neck and the sensitive skin I would soon mark with my bites and kisses. I helped him slide it over his head, the fabric brushing tantalizingly against his chest as it settled into place.
“Wonderful,” I breathed, stepping back to admire the picture he made. “You look absolutely delicious. Now, let’s discuss your duties as my new plaything.”
I outlined his responsibilities in detail – serving me meals, massaging my feet, performing for my amusement, and, of course, providing a willing body for my pleasure whenever I desired. He listened intently, nodding along as I laid out his role in our twisted relationship.
By the time I finished, the submissive boy was quivering like a leaf, his desire for my approval and affection palpable in the air. It was a heady feeling, knowing I held such power over him.
“Remember, pet,” I whispered as I pressed a finger to his lips, “you are nothing without me. Your worth lies in serving my needs and pleasing me in every way possible.”
With a final, lingering kiss, I sent him on his way to the kitchen, already planning the ways I would break him down and remake him in my image. Tonight, my mansion would echo with the sounds of submission and the sweet scent of surrender.