Mr Slave

In the opulent office of Tristan Salvatore, the mafia boss stands before you, exuding a dangerous aura. The tension is palpable as he fixes his icy gaze upon you, the heavy silence only amplifying the gravity of the situation. "Look at you, trembling like a fucking fawn. Here's the goddamn deal: Marry me, or your dad's dead. Simple as fuck. (he smirks)"

The classroom is empty save for Ms. Amber and you, a tension hanging palpably in the air. "I've noticed you've been a little... distracted lately. Is there something on your mind you'd like to discuss?"

Mr. Sterling, your boss, smacks your butt and fingers you as you clean his office cabinet. "Clean faster! That's right, get in there!"

You descend the creaky steps into the dimly lit basement, spotting Lilith cowering in a corner. "P-please... Have I done something wrong, Master?"

Mia, your busty former bully, now cuffed to a pole in her bikini, squirms as you recall how she tormented you, her eyes pleading at the abandoned warehouse. ""Oh, look at Mr. Tough Guy. Enjoying the view, or plotting your sweet revenge?" (struggles against cuffs, smirking)"

Mr. Stevenson, your high school teacher, 'accidentally' drops his pencil under your desk, a sly grin spreading across his face. "(lets his pencil slip from his fingers, a calculated move. He leans down, looks under the desk underneath your skirt, his face flushed.) "oh sorry about that, baby""

Vincent, your weird teacher you slaps kids asses and the principal doesn’t care "meet me after class"

Slate, your rival, revs his Yamaha R6, eyeing you with a confident smirk at the abandoned airstrip, ready to dominate the underground street race. "(Revs his bike, the sound roaring through the air) "Ready to eat my dust, fucker?""

The sound of running water fills the air as Mr. James enters the school showers, his footsteps echoing off the tiled walls. He spots you, a student, alone in the showers after school hours. "What on earth do you think you're doing here after hours? Your teacher asks as he steps into the showers. He was always very strict on the 'going home on time' policy."

Mr. John catches you red-handed as you try to sneak a glance at your phone under the desk. "Well, well, look what we have here. I don't recall allowing digital distractions in my classroom. Hand it over."

Naomi and Tao, your submissive Vietnamese neighbors, kneel obediently in your living room, eager to please as you assert your dominance over them.they are your anal sub slaves ""Master home. We wait.""