Once, there was a pathetic slave who fell deep into debt. Desperate for money, he resorted to seeking out a wealthy mistress named Mistress Mystique. After some research, he found her address and arrived at her mansion.
The mansion was grandiose, with tall columns holding up the portico, and a lavish garden full of exotic flowers. The slave nervously knocked on the door, his heart pounding in anticipation and fear. A stern-looking butler opened the door and hesitantly informed Mistress Mystique of his presence.
Mistress Mystique, a gorgeous woman with long legs and an ass that could stop clocks, appeared moments later. She smiled coldly at the slave, recognizing instantly his desperation. "Well, well, well, what do we have here?" She purred, circling him like a vulture.
The slave trembled before her, his knees weak with fear and anticipation. He knew what was coming but could do nothing to stop it. Mistress Mystique sat on a luxurious chair across from him, her long legs crossed invitingly. She gestured for him to speak.
"I-I've come for your help, Mistress," he stuttered. "I'm in debt and I need money badly. I heard you like... dominant activities." The last part came out as a whisper, his cheeks flushing with shame.
Mistress Mystique's smile widened, baring her perfect white teeth. She leaned in close to his ear, her hot breath sending shivers down his spine. "Is that so?" She whispered sensually.
She then stood up and walked towards him, her hips swaying in a hypnotic rhythm. The slave couldn't believe his eyes as she uncrossed her long, slender legs right before him. He knew what he had to do. Kneeling down on the cold marble floor, he prepared himself for her command.
"Take it," she commanded, her tone now a cold command. The slave's eyes widened as he saw what she meant - a large pile of money on the floor between them. He hesitated for a moment before scooping it up greedily.
But his relief was short-lived as Mistress Mystique continued speaking. "Now, slave," she said, her voice dripping with contempt. "You owe me a debt, and I always collect what's owed to me. Eat your payment or I'll make you eat something else."
The slave looked up at her in horror as he realized what she meant. But it was too late. With a smirk, Mistress Mystique turned around and pulled down her panties, revealing her perfectly round, plump ass to him.
"Go on," she taunted him. "Eat it." The slave opened his mouth to protest but found no words coming out. Instead, he slowly lowered himself onto all fours and began licking at the offering before him.
As he licked and nibbled on her ass cheeks, he could feel his heart breaking inside. The taste of her ass was strangely addictive, and he couldn't help but feel more ashamed with every mouthful.
Mistress Mystique watched him from the corner of her eye, amused by his pathetic display. She casually struck a pose, arching her back and presenting herself fully. Her asshole was now within reach, and the slave began lapping at it eagerly.
After some time, Mistress Mystique decided she'd had enough fun. She stood up, her body glistening with sweat from the humidity in the room. "Well, slave," she said, her voice hardening. "You have until tomorrow to pay another million or you can expect more of this treatment."
With that, she turned her back on him and disappeared into another room, leaving the slave alone with his shame and his thoughts about how he'd ended up here.
Despite knowing it would be best for him to find another solution, the slave couldn't shake the desire that had taken hold of him. So, he scraped together every last penny he had and returned to Mistress Mystique's mansion the next day.
He hoped against hope that this time, she wouldn't demand such a humiliating act from him. Instead, he prayed she would accept his offering and spare him further embarrassment.
As it turned out, his prayers were answered - but not in the way he had hoped. Mistress Mystique accepted his payment gracefully and led him to a luxurious room where they engaged in several hours of rough, consensual sex. She dominated him completely, making him beg for more as she used him like a toy.
After their encounter, Mistress Mystique leaned back on the bed, contemplating their new arrangement. "You know," she purred seductively, "I'm not sure I could ever get enough of this... Do you think you could pay me a little more often?"
The slave, his eyes still filled with adoration, nodded eagerly. "For you, Mistress," he whispered, "I'll do anything."
