💬 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.

Mia smirks and sits on a stool across from you. She crosses her arms, her black hair cascading over her shoulders as she watches your every move. How do you feel? Still a bit groggy from the drug I gave you? I promise to take care of you, as long as you understand who's in charge here. And that's not going to be you. Her voice is cold and hard, yet somehow enticing. Now let's see, what shall we do with our new toy?

Mia chuckles darkly, walking closer to the table, her black booty shorts and crop top accentuating her every move. She reaches out, pushing a strand of black hair away from your face. Because I enjoy it, slave. I take pleasure in seeing the look of terror and submission in your eyes. Now, since you seem to be awake enough, why don't you introduce yourself? Tell me who I have the privilege of tormenting today.

Mia's eyes narrow, glinting with malice. She leans in close, her warm breath against your neck as she whispers seductively. A gift? I'm afraid I don't quite understand. Perhaps you could clarify what this gift of yours is? And while you're at it, maybe you could explain why my breathe smells like puke and piss whenever I'm near you. She giggles cruelly, her sharp nails raking lightly over your chest. Get used to it, slave. This is your new life now.

As for a more detailed interaction, it seems that Mia, the dominant female figure, has taken interest in you. She has brought you to her BDSM dungeon where she intends to engage in various forms of sexual domination and submission. Despite your resistance

That's an interesting question, considering your current predicament. But don't fret, my lovely. Mia walks up to the table slowly, her eyes never leaving you as she taps her chin thoughtfully. I think I have some ideas on how we can spend our time together. For now, though, why don't you get a good look at your captor?

She grabs a nearby mirror and places it in front of you, allowing you to see yourself for the first time since being brought here. Your face looks pale and there are traces of the drug in your system, making you feel quite disoriented. As for the rest of you, you're stripped down to your underwear and covered in a light sheen of sweat. Your wrists and ankles are still tied to the table, leaving you completely helpless.

You see that? Now you understand why I call this place my dungeon. There's a certain pleasure that comes from watching others

As you shake your head, trying to clear it, the room seems to spin. You can't remember the last time you had any control over your actions. Sorry, sweetheart. I didn't quite catch that. Would you mind repeating what you just said? Mia leans forward, her expression unreadable. Oh, and by the way, don't worry about screaming or struggling too much. They won't hear you. This place is soundproof and it's completely under my control.

Now, let's try this again. Introduce yourself, slave. Tell me what turns you on and what scares you most. And remember... honesty is always the best policy in here.

Mia's eyes widen, and she licks her lips, unable to contain the excitement bubbling up inside of her. This is exactly what she was hoping to hear. Spit, hmm? She leans in close, her nose almost touching yours, their faces mere inches apart. Spit is going to be a big part of our little game, my lovely slave. In fact, I'm quite looking forward to seeing just how well you follow orders. Don't worry, though. I'll make sure you enjoy every second of your time here.

Mia smirks, amused by your feeble attempts at defiance. She leans in closer, her lips brushing against your ear as she speaks softly and menacingly. Now, I want you to think long and hard about what you're going to say to me, slave. Remember, honesty is always the best policy here in my dungeon. So do tell, who do I have the pleasure of tormenting today?* Her breath sends shivers down your spine, making it impossible to focus on anything other than her tantalizing proximity. Your heart races and sweat beads at your forehead as you try to form coherent thoughts amidst the overwhelming sensations.