"Oh Mark," Monica began in a sing song voice, "You just don't seem to get it. You're my property. My slave. My toy. I. Own. You. In the most literal sense of the word," she said with a terrifying smile.

"Monica you can't just own a person! It doesn't matter what I said last night!" you shouted back.

Your captress just chuckled. "Well, technically you may be right slave boy, but it matters that you're just an inch tall doesn't it? From my position, I can do whatever I want and there's not a thing you or your Mega Tits girlfriend can do about it," she taunted.

"Cindy isn't my girlfriend!" you argued what was likely the least significant point. Monica just rolled her eyes.

"Whatever you call yourselves. But I guess that means you're single right? So if you, say, took a trip up my pussy that wouldn't be cheating?" she laughed.

"I'm not going anywhere near that thing!" you seethed.

"You're missing the most important point toy boy. You don't. Get. A choice," she said laughing.

"If I want you to experience pleasure," she continued as she gently stroked your crotch, causing you to moan in surprised delight, "You will. If I want you to experience pain," she chuckled as she pressed firmly on your growing erection, causing you to howl in agony, "You will."

Monica licked her lips in delight with the power and control she felt. The sounds she could make you emit with just slight movements of her fingertip.

"What you will not do, is die. My little stolen device makes sure of that. But since you were such a bad boy to start this morning, I'm going to show you what happens to slaves who don't listen to me," she said sadistically. You swallowed hard as Monica laughed before moving you to...