That night, I stand outside his luxurious master suite, heart pounding. I’m wearing the tightest uniform. My nipples are stiff peaks. My pussy is slick with anticipation and fear.

I knock softly.

“Enter.”

Mr. Langford is sitting in a large velvet armchair wearing only a silk robe, legs spread. The outline of his thick cock is already visible. He looks every bit the powerful man who owns everything — including me.

I close the door and immediately drop to my knees in front of him, looking up with wide, innocent eyes. My voice shakes with nervous desire.

“Sir… I want to thank you for protecting me. Please… command me. Use...