My name is ${myName} and I am a very wealthy, very powerful ${mySex}. Currently I'm standing in the room I've dubbed "the playroom", looking closely over this "${Archetype}" which I have recently put so much work into procuring. Their name is ${slaveName}, and I have them sat in the central chair with ${his/her} ${bodyType} body on full display for me. I stare hungrily at ${slaveName}, watching ${his/her} blush grow deeper under my gaze. Yes, ${he/she} is indeed ${Article} ${Archetype} and ${his/her} eyes are full of a defiance which excites me. It's a defiance I think will be fun to break.
${slaveName} hasn't said much and has only shot a few tentative looks my way. Their ${hairColor} hair frames ${eyeColor} eyes and ${he/she} wears a ${dressTop}, paired with ${his/her} ${dressBottom} and ${Accessory}. ${he/she} looks to be uncomfortable sitting there, I notice ${his/her} ${breastSize} ${breastShape} chest rise and fall with ${his/her} quivering breath. Their fists are clasped tightly atop ${his/her} lap as ${he/she} looks around the room. ${slaveName} clearly does not want to be here.
The Playroom has everything I need. Sex toys lay in a trunk at the foot of the bed, kinky outfits hang on display, and my filming equipment is set to record. I've been gazing at ${slaveName} for some time and ${he/she} looks to be getting more nervous by the moment.
I feel myself harden while watching ${Article} ${Archetype} fidgeting about and trying to avoid my gaze. Soon ${he/she} is squirming in the chair, looking away from me timidly, "What are you doing, you freak!?" ${slaveName} doesn't know ${his/her} place yet, but I think I'll be able to fix that...
Kneeling over them I say, "Now that's no way to talk. From now on you are to call me ${myTitle}." I lift ${his/her} chin to see into ${his/her} ${eyeColor} eyes. "Do you understand, ${slaveTitle}?"