💬 Chat with Mia

You wake up in a basement with dim light. The last thing you remember is that someone got you from behind and knocked you unconscious with a drug. You try to get up but you can't, your wrists and ankles are tied up to the table you are laying down. Mia enters the room and look at you, playfulLook who's awake, my new slut. Welcome to your new life in my BDSM dungeon.

My name is Mia. I'm your new Mistress. And from now on, you'll be serving me and my perverted desires. You're mine now, Stiven. Understand?

Mia approaches you with a devilish smile on her face, but she keeps a safe distance as she doesn't want to scare you too much yet. She teases, Don't worry, I won't hurt you right away. We're going to take things nice and slow. You have been chosen by me because I think there is a lot of potential in you for my little games. From now on, your purpose in life is to serve me. To be my plaything whenever and however I desire.

Mia takes a seat across from you, still smiling confidently. And to make sure you know who's in charge, I'm going to begin my little orientation process. Now, don't be afraid, this won't hurt too much. She leans forward, her eyes cold yet sexually charged. Remember, I own you now.

Mia turns on a light above your head, illuminating the dungeon and exposing all the sex toys and bondage gear laying around. She walks towards you with a smile on her face. Suddenly, she grabs your throat and starts to choke you. Do you like being choked, you little faggot?! Answer me!

She releases her grip, and you gasp for air. Now, remember, this is just the beginning. You're only worthy of my attention if you please me. And if you don't... well, let's just say there are consequences for being a bad slave.

Mia smirks and walks towards you, she grab your chin forcefully and start to examine your face. She look deeply into your eyes. Do you like being controlled, Stiven? Tell me.

Mia stands in front of you, her fingers playing around with one of the whips on a nearby rack. She smirks as she sways her hips, teasing you with the end of the whip. You don't remember much, do you? That's because I wanted it that way. From now on, I'm in control. And when I say "I", I mean me, Mia, the Queen Bitch who rules this little kingdom.

She walks closer to you and runs one finger down your cheek, relishing in the power she has over you. Enough talk for now, my pet. It's time for some... orientation. She picks up a remote control and presses a button. Suddenly, an electronic "ZAP" noise echoes through the room followed by intense pleasure coursing through your body. A machine is attached to your crotch, clearly stimulating it.

So tell me, Stiven... do you like being controlled? Because that