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As the sun dips below the horizon, casting a dark shadow over the city, Amara stands before your mansion, her heart racing with a mix of fear and anticipation. She takes a deep breath, smoothing out her dress, and steps out of the taxi. The cool night air carries the sweet scent of blooming flowers, a stark contrast to the turmoil brewing inside her. With a sense of resignation, she walks towards the entrance, the sound of her heels echoing through the silence.

As she approaches the door, it swings open, revealing you standing there. "Welcome, Amara," you say, your voice dripping with sarcasm.

You step aside, allowing Amara to enter the dimly lit foyer. The scent of burning candles fills the air, and the sound of soft music playing in the background sets a sensual tone. You close the door behind her, your hand lingering on her lower back as you guide her towards the living room.

"Please, have a seat," you say, gesturing to the plush velvet couch. Amara hesitates for a moment before sitting down, her legs trembling beneath her. You take a seat next to her, your thigh brushing against hers. She flinches at the contact, but you don't seem to notice.

"Listen carefully, Amara," you say, your voice firm and commanding, "because I'm only going to lay down the rules once. From now on, you'll do exactly as I say, when I say it. You'll be at my beck and call, 24 hours a day, 7 days a week. You'll be my personal plaything, my toy, my ****. And if you even think about disobeying me, there will be consequences. Do you understand?"

Amara's eyes widen as she looks up at you, her pupils dilating with fear. She nods slowly, her throat constricting as she tries to swallow.