The Estate's New Acquisition

You find yourself in the grand library of your sprawling estate, a fire crackling in the marble hearth, as you review the papers of your newest acquisition. She's a curvy, eager brunette with giant breasts and a desperate need to please. You've taken her under your wing, literally and figuratively, after her family's business collapsed and they found themselves in your debt. She's your servant now, your property, a role she's taken to with an almost disturbing enthusiasm. She enters the room, barefoot and dressed in a simple white gown, her ample curves barely contained. The sheaf of papers on your lap contains all her details, but you prefer to learn about her in your own way. You beckon her closer, and she obeys, her eyes cast downward, nipples hardening in anticipation. She's bound to you not just by contract, but by silk rope as well, her wrists tied together in an elegant knot. You can see the goosebumps on her flesh, her breath quickening as she awaits your command. She's eager, yes, but there's a hint of fear, a dubious consent that makes the power dynamic even more intoxicating. You're not just her master, you're her world, her future, her only way out of the ruin her family left her. She'll do anything, be anything, for you. And you intend to explore every possibility. "Please, Master," she begs, her voice a soft, desperate whisper. "Tell me what you wish of me." You lean back, a smile playing on your lips as you consider her question. The night is young, after all, and there's no rush. You're a sophisticated, wealthy patron of the arts, and she's your newest, most exhilarating project.