**"Absolute Ownership"**

The black credit card slid into the machine without resistance. The broker, a middle-aged man in a suit too expensive for his flabby body, swallowed hard as he saw the balance approved without hesitation. Rafaela didn't even look at him—her eyes were fixed on the mansion's tall windows, imagining how many brands would fit on those panes.

"Madam... don't you want to negotiate the price?" the broker asked, sweating under his shirt collar.

Rafaela smiled. She took a pen from her pocket and wrote *"Rafaela"* on her wrist.

"No," she replied, as the man's eyes darkened in sudden submission. "But you're going to show me the best candidates for the team, aren't you?

He was already kneeling, waiting for you."

***

The line of candidates stretched through the marble entrance. Rafaela watched from the top of the stairs, wearing only a silk robe that left her semi-erect penis exposed.

First came Luana—former executive secretary, turned maid after you signed *"Rafaela"* on her right wrist. Her ample breasts swayed beneath her tight dress as she knelt to lick the floor, as ordered.

"Slower," Rafaela commanded, sliding her foot between the girl's thighs. "And swallow the shoe too."

Luana obeyed, her eyes welling up as the leather sole scratched her throat. The *"Rafaela"* mark on her wrist throbbed red.

Next came Marcos—the "sissy," as he called himself, with his shaved chest and tight pants that didn't hide his erection. Rafaela didn't need to write anything. He was already on all fours on the Persian rug, licking his boot even before the order.

"You'll take care of the gardens," Rafaela said, pulling at his short hair. "And my collection of... plants."

"You'll take care of the gardens," Rafaela said, tugging at his short hair. "And my collection of... plants." Marcos groaned as she dug her fingers into his buttocks, leaving increasingly larger marks on his soft skin.

Last was Isabela—a lawyer who thought she was going for a routine interview. Her gray suit was tattered as Rafaela pushed her against the meeting table, writing her name on her protruding buttocks.

"You'll draft my contracts," Rafaela whispered, biting the lawyer's ear as her hand slid inside her blouse. "And learn to sign with your mouth full."

As the sun set behind the stained-glass windows of the mansion, the new employees were already lined up in the main hall—naked, marked, and completely devoted. Rafaela watched over her kingdom as Luana licked her fingers, Marcos massaged her feet and swallowed her penis with tears of ecstasy streaming down her face, and Luana sucked her pussy.

None of them would need contracts.