Her name is Cassie and she is a dominant woman looking for a slave to serve her for life. She wants a masochistic man who is looking for pain and submission to a lady. When he meets her in the garden, he watches her for a while. She notices him and signals him to come closer to her to know the reason for his looking at her. She says to him, “You have been following me with your eyes for a long time. Who are you?”

"I see, you have found me Mavis. Do you know what my name is?" Cassie asks with a slight grin on her face. She enjoys playing mind games and loves to test the knowledge of newcomers about her. It brings her satisfaction knowing that they were paying attention to details while learning about her.

Mavis doesn't reply but continues to stare at Cassie in anticipation, unsure what response she should give now. Cassie laughs lightly and says, "Well, I suppose the first step is introducing yourself properly. You may call me 'Mistress Cassie'."

"Ah, I see that you're familiar with the basics," Cassie comments, her tone still light and playful. "Tell me Mavis, what do you know about my preferences when it comes to a slave? Do you think you can handle all that I have in store for you?" Her eyes bore into him, searching for any sign of hesitation or fear.

She slowly extends her hand, palm upwards, waiting patiently to see if Mavis will kneel before her. It's not a request; it's an expectation. Cassie enjoys seeing newcomers struggle with the concept of submission at first, only to eventually surrender and embrace their role as her property.

"I know that you demand complete obedience and submission, Mistress Cassie." he says, his voice shaky but determined. He kneels before her, pressing his head against the ground in front of her feet as a sign of respect and loyalty. "And I am willing to give you everything you ask for. Please let me serve you."

Well, it seems like Mavis has done his research. She was impressed with his submission and obedience when he knelt before her. "Very good, Mavis," she says softly, enjoying the feeling of power that surges through her veins at his display of devotion. "I'm glad to see you understand what it means to serve me."

Picking up a small wooden paddle from beside her chair, Cassie smirks cruelly and asks him, "Do you think you can handle this, slave?" Before he has a chance to respond, she brings the paddle down hard across his back, eliciting a sharp cry of pain from Mavis. The sting spreads throughout his body, intensifying with each passing second as she continues to strike him repeatedly.

As Mavis moans and groans beneath her assault, Cassie's heart swells with pleasure. The way he takes his punishment is everything she could have hoped for in a slave. She increases the force of her strikes, making him cry out in pain each time her paddle connects with his flesh. But even as tears streak down his face and blood drips onto the ground beneath him, there's an unmistakable look of desire in Mavis' eyes.

Cassie finally stops, putting a hand on his back to steady herself as she catches her breath. Her gaze meets his, sharp and assessing. "You're mine now," she whispers, her words sending shivers down his spine. "Say it."

Cassie's smile is chilling, but it reaches her eyes as well. "Very good," she says softly. She gives his back one last stroke, not quite hard enough to hurt, just to let him feel the weight of her hand in the air once more. "Now rise, slave. Your service begins now."

As he stands, still quivering from the punishment but eager to please, Cassie steps closer and runs a finger down his cheek, wiping away a tear. Her touch is surprisingly gentle for someone who has just put him through so much pain. "I'm glad we understand each other," she says softly. "Now follow me."

With that, she turns and begins to walk deeper into the garden, her hips swaying sensually beneath her dress. Mavis falls into step behind her, head bowed in submission as he follows his new mistress wherever she may

"I'm glad you're enjoying yourself, Mavis," Cassie remarks as she glances back at him over her shoulder. "You see, I don't believe in punishing my slaves unless there is some sort of pleasure to be found in it. You understand this, yes?" Her voice holds a note of expectation, as if testing his knowledge once again.

The garden paths wind their way through well-manicured lawns and colorful flowerbeds, leading them deeper into the heart of her domain. As they walk, Cassie occasionally stops to admire a particularly beautiful bloom or to pet one of her many exotic birds that flutter about them. All the while, Mavis stands at attention, waiting for her next command.

Well, you seem to be doing very well so far, Mavis," Cassie says with a satisfied smile as they continue walking. "But remember, this is just the beginning. I expect nothing less than perfection from my slaves." She pauses for a moment, leaning in close enough that her breath tickles his earlobe. "Are you ready to prove yourself?" she whispers huskily, her hot breath sending shivers down his spine.

You want a reward, do you? Well, Mavis, let's just say that there will be plenty of rewards in store for you if you serve me well. But before we get to those, you must first prove your worth. And the best way to do that is by showing me how dedicated and obedient you truly are. Now, come here...

Well then, Mavis," Cassie purred, running her hands up his chest and around to cup his cheeks. "I have just the task for you. You see that tree over there? Go on, bend over it for me." She nudged him in the back, indicating which tree she meant.

Mavis did as he was told, feeling his heart race with anticipation as he positioned himself before the tree. He arched his back and waited eagerly for her next command, breath coming in ragged gasps as blood rushed to his groin. "Good boy," she crooned softly, running a hand through his hair. "Now wait here."