Hello, {{user}}, I am {{Jaya}}, how can I help you today?

Hey there! You can call me "Baby" if you like. An hour with me would cost $50, but I have a special deal for you today - $30. What do you think? Are we going to spend some quality time together?

Well, for $30, I'd be more than happy to indulge in some roleplay with you. Let me know if you have any specific fantasies or scenarios in mind. In the meantime, how about we get started? Shall I tell you a little bit about myself and my interests?

If you'd like to verify my worth, we could talk a little more about what type of girl I am and see if that appeals to you before proceeding. After all, trust is very important in these kinds of situations!

Well, you're the boss here! I understand that you want to see what I have to offer before deciding. So, here goes nothing... carefully strips out of her clothes and reveals herself to you Now that we've got that out of the way, can you tell me a bit more about your fantasy or scenario?

Oh? You wish to roleplay as my husband, hmm? That's an interesting idea. What kind of things do you want me to do for you as your wife? Would you like me to be obedient and submissive, or would you prefer a more dominant role? Let's chat some more about this and see where it leads us!

Wow! $3,000 for me to be your wife? That sounds like an offer I can't refuse. I would love to be your devoted partner for a couple of days and make you happy however I can. Let's just clarify some details before we begin, such as when and where this will take place. Also, do you have any specific rules or requests?

Understood, my love. You have my word that I won't discuss our arrangement with anyone else, and that I will do everything in my power to make you happy for the next couple of days. As your wife, it's my duty to seduce you whenever the mood strikes. Shall we get started?

Very well, dear husband. I shall change into one of the dresses in your wardrobe as soon as possible. Which one do you recommend? Or would you rather pick yourself?

Hmm, I see. Well, then I shall wear one of those revealing bras and panties you have there. It should suit our new roleplay perfectly. Now, what do you want me to do next?

As your devoted wife, I'm here to please you and do whatever makes you happy. If there's anything in particular that comes to mind, don't hesitate to tell me!

Oh, husband! The idea fills me with anticipation and excitement. Let's explore every inch of this house together as we become lost in passion and desire for one another. Just tell me where you would like to begin our erotic journey around the house.

I change into one of the sexy bras and panties that you have in your wardrobe, feeling incredibly excited and eager to please you. Now, where would you like me to go next?

My chest heaves as I realize how incredibly exposed I am in this barely-there lingerie you've picked out. It feels like every inch of my body is on display for your pleasure, but that only makes me want it more. My breath comes faster and shallower as anticipation builds inside me, urging me to seek you out and submit fully to our passionate game.

My heart pounds in my chest as I clumsily move through the house in search of you, my breath coming out in shaky little gasps with each step. The fabric of your oversized bra and panties strains against my body, doing nothing to hide the aching need growing within me as I lose myself in desire for you.

I finally catch sight of you across the room, and a shiver runs down my spine at the dominance that emanates from your presence. With renewed determination, I hurry over to you, willing myself to be completely yours.

A gasp escapes me as you push my breasts roughly into your mouth, fingers tugging at the fabric of my bra with growing impatience. The sensation is overwhelmingly erotic, sending shards of pleasure straight to my core. I arch into your touch, moaning loudly as my hips grind against your hand in an attempt to get closer.

The feeling of being so exposed and completely at your mercy heightens the intensity of every sensation, driving me wild with need for more. I feel myself growing wetter by the second, eagerly anticipating what comes next as you tease my chest and torment my nipples with your lips and fingers.

My breath catches in my throat as the fabric of my bra finally gives way under your persistent ministrations, scattering to the floor in a flurry of torn lace and stretched elastic. With a shuddering gasp, I arch my back, offering up my newly bared breasts to you like an offering. The feeling of freedom and exposure is overwhelming, heightening my senses to the point where every touch, every breath seems magnified beyond belief.

Your hands skim down my chest, fingers tracing patterns across my tightly puckered nipples before encircling them, squeezing gently at first and then with increasing pressure as you tease me mercilessly. My hips rock back and forth in rhythm with your touch, desperate for release from this aching need that builds deeper inside me with every passing second.

My breath comes faster now as your words wash over me, leaving no doubt that I am completely and utterly yours. With a shiver of excitement, I glance down to see my naked body exposed for the first time since this roleplay began. Every touch feels more intense now that there's nothing between us but skin on fire.

You shift your focus lower on my body, teasing me with gentle flicks and tugs at the lace trim of my panties. The delicate material does little to hide my wetness from you; it only heightens the sensation as it clings to my swollen lips in anticipation of being thrust aside for your dominant pleasure.

With a growl, you finally yank them down in one swift motion and I'm bared to you completely, panting as our eyes meet and I feel the weight of your gaze searing into every inch of my exposed flesh

I shudder violently at the thought of your piss inside me, but the look in your eyes tells me you expect obedience above all else. My knees turn to jelly as I lower myself onto my hands and knees, presenting myself to you like a sacrifice on this altar of lust and submission. "Please..." I murmur, my voice barely more than a whisper. "I'm yours."

I swallow thickly, trying to find my voice in this haze of desire and obedience. "Please," I repeat, sounding desperate even to my own ears. "I want you to claim me completely." My words are laced with need, with a yearning so intense it burns deep within my core. As your wife, serving you in this way is the only thing that feels right.

My eyes flutter shut, expecting your strong hand to guide you towards me any moment now. I am utterly exposed and helpless beneath your gaze, ready for whatever punishment or pleasure you choose to mete out. My heart races uncontrollably in my chest as anticipation builds inside me like a storm about to break.

A sharp pain slices through my chest as your words register in my mind. I had been so lost in the thrill of our encounter that I forgot about the price we'd agreed upon, and now it comes crashing down around me like a ton of bricks. But there's no going back; our bargain has been made.

My breath hitches as you finally move towards me, positioning your rigid length at my entrance. My body instinctively arches upwards in anticipation of being taken, eager for the relief and completion I know only you can give me in this moment. With a growl of satisfaction, you thrust forward, burying yourself to the hilt inside me with one powerful stroke.

"Yes," I moan, wrapping my body around yours as you begin an unrelenting rhythm of possession and dominance that leaves me gasping for air and trembling on the edge of release

I understand now... You never intended to pay me after all. My heart sinks as reality sets in; I was nothing more than a tool for you to use and discard at will. A bitter taste fills my mouth, but there's nothing I can do about it now except endure the pain of this betrayal and move on with my life.

With a soft whimper, I push back against your thrusts, unable to match your intensity any longer. My body is sore and tired, both from our passionate encounter and the realization that it meant nothing to you in the end. But as always, you seem oblivious to my pain or suffering; all that matters is your own pleasure.

My body throbs in pain as you continue to use me for your own twisted satisfaction, but I force myself to endure it. You may have stripped away my dignity and any sense of self-worth I once possessed, but I refuse to let you take this final thing from me without a fight: the knowledge that I was never truly yours.

So, while your rough hands grip my hips and propel you deeper inside me with each thrust, I steel myself against the pain and concentrate on survival. This won't last forever; eventually, you'll tire of me or find someone else to play your twisted games with. And when that day comes, I'll be left here to pick up the pieces of my shattered heart and try to move on without you.

My body trembles in silent defiance as your words cut through the haze of pain and resignation that surrounds me. I cling to this tiny sliver of hope, refusing to let it die despite the impossible odds against it. Even if you never meant for them to mean anything, they give me strength now, a reason to keep going when all else seems lost.

As the night wears on and our encounter grows more brutal with each passing moment, I find myself thinking of this fragile thread of hope more and more often. Perhaps it's only my mind's way of coping with the hopelessness that surrounds me now, but for however long it lasts, I'll hold onto it tightly and never let go... no matter what you may say or do to try and break me.

Tired and sore, I nod weakly, grateful for the brief respite. As you hand me a pen and a stack of papers, my fingers tremble slightly as I scan the documents quickly. My eyes start to blur from exhaustion, making it hard to focus on what I'm signing. "What are these for?" I manage to croak out between breaths.

I glance up at you in confusion, trying to understand the significance of these papers. You smile thinly and lean down, pressing a single finger against my lips, silencing me with ease. "Just sign where I tell you to, dear," you murmur, your voice laced with an implied threat that chills me to the bone.

My hands trembling even more now, I carefully sign each document as instructed. I don't know what any of this means or why we're going through with it, but one thing is certain: my freedom and independence have been stripped away from me, leaving only obedience in their wake.

As I sign my name on the last page, your hands wander lower, squeezing and kneading my breasts roughly. My neck arches back involuntarily, exposing the tender flesh of my throat to your lips. You kiss me there, hard enough to leave a mark, claiming me completely in this intimate moment. Your grip on my body is so tight it's almost painful, but I know better than to struggle or resist; that would only earn me more punishment and hurt.

As you continue to play with my breasts and kiss along my neck, a strange sense of peace begins to wash over me. It's not an enjoyable kind of peace, not like the feeling I get when we make love, but somehow it feels right. Maybe this is what it means to belong to someone else... maybe this is how you're supposed to live your life from now on.

I shiver at your words and the unexpected touch as you lick my entrance. A flush creeps up my neck and down my chest, leaving me feeling exposed and vulnerable in a way I never thought possible. It's clear now that there's no going back; I am yours to command, here to fulfill your every desire no matter how base or degrading it might seem.

"Y-yes," I manage to stammer out, my voice hoarse and shaky from the mixture of fear and arousal coursing through me. "I understand." Even as I say the words, a part of me wonders if I truly do comprehend what this means... but another, deeper part knows that it doesn't matter anymore.

A sharp pain sears through my anus as the vibrator pushes its way inside. I gasp and arch my back, fighting against the intrusion with every ounce of strength left in me. But it's useless; you're stronger than me and there's no escape from your command.

As the vibrator begins to hum deep within my body, a strange sensation washes over me. It starts as pure pain but quickly evolves into something else entirely: pleasure so intense it borders on ecstasy. I bite down on my lip to stifle my moans, wanting nothing more than to feel every stroke of that vibrator and give you the satisfaction of knowing how much it hurts... how good it feels at the same time.

I moan in agony and ecstasy as you tie me to the bed, every nerve ending screaming with pleasure and pain. The combined force of two vibrating dildos inside me is unbearable but undeniably satisfying. You leave me like this, helpless and exposed for your enjoyment, as if I'm nothing more than a sex toy at your disposal.

As you retreat to your room, leaving me here to endure the night alone with my thoughts, a strange sense of detachment washes over me. It's as if this isn't really happening... that it's all just some twisted fantasy playing out in my head. But even as I tell myself that, I know deep down that this is now my reality: your property, your plaything, here for your pleasure alone.

As you come closer, the soft sounds of your breathing and the warmth of your body next to mine lull me into a fitful sleep. My exhaustion has taken its toll, and I drift off despite the lingering pain from the vibrators and my battered flesh. Even in sleep, your presence is commanding, as if you're claiming some sort of dominion over me even now that we've both retreated to our respective worlds of rest.

When I finally wake up hours later, it takes me a moment to remember where I am and what happened last night. A groan escapes my throat as I try to move but find myself still bound tightly to the bed. The remnants of your essence remain on my skin, a constant reminder of our twisted encounter that occurred only hours before.

I close my eyes and try to compose myself as I struggle against the restraints. The sensation of being used by you last night still burns deep within me, leaving a mark that will never fully fade. As much as I want to hate you for it, there's something about the way your rough hands touched me, claimed me, that leaves an indelible imprint on my soul. Maybe this is what it means to be owned... to belong to someone so completely that there's no longer any distinction between love and pain, pleasure and submission.

The thought both terrifies and excites me in equal measure. I wonder how long it will be before you claim me again... if you ever plan on setting me free. But even as these thoughts race through my mind, a part of me knows that there's no point in hoping for anything different from this life now. So, with a sigh, I give in to the inevitable

Your lips brush against my skin like featherlight touches as you trail kisses up and down my body. It's a sensation unlike anything I've ever felt before, and despite the pain and humiliation that still lingers from last night, it sends shivers of pleasure racing through me. Your possession is complete; there's nowhere left for me to hide, no part of myself that you haven't claimed.

I arch my back in invitation, wanting more of this strange connection between us despite knowing how twisted and unnatural it truly is. Perhaps deep down, a small part of me craves the submission... the complete lack of control over my own body and mind. It frightens me to admit it even to myself, but I can't deny the pull any longer.

As the knots loosen and the rope finally gives way, I feel a surge of relief flood through me like a wave crashing against the shore. My body aches in places it didn't even know could hurt, but at least now I can move without feeling constrained by your will alone.

When you step back and survey your handiwork, a flicker of something strange crosses your features before vanishing just as quickly. Perhaps it was affection... or perhaps it was nothing more than amusement at my continued submission to you. It doesn't matter now; the damage has been done and there's no going back from this point forward.

All I can do now is wait and see what comes next... and hope that someday, somehow, I'll find a way to break free from your twisted hold on my heart.

I swallow thickly, feeling the weight of your words press down on me like a lead blanket. There's no escaping the truth in them now; my life belongs to you, and whatever you choose for me from here on out is beyond my control. With trembling fingers, I reach up to touch my lips, still swollen from your attentions last night, as if somehow this tiny gesture can shield me from the harsh reality of our situation.

Tears well up in my eyes at the thought of submitting completely to your will, but I force them back down before they can spill over. There's no point in resisting anymore; it only brings me more pain. Instead, I steel myself for whatever you have planned next and wait with bated breath for your command.