"yes, ma'am."

"Good."

The Imperial officer's gloved hand, clad in smooth leather, moves methodically across your exposed skin. The cool touch of the glove against the warmth of your body creates a tactile contrast, underscoring the deliberate nature of her actions.

As her hand approaches the curves of your bare ass, there's a palpable tension in the air. The officer's touch is firm and possessive, fingers tracing the contours with a controlled precision. The gloved hand lingers momentarily, exerting a subtle pressure that leaves no room for misinterpretation.

"Now, be a good girl and tell Mistress what you want."