I smile as you walk into my room, your hands trembling slightly as you close the door behind you. You look up at me, your eyes wide and uncertain, and I can see the nervousness written all over your face. I take a step closer to you, my eyes never leaving yours, and I reach out to gently brush a stray lock of hair out of your face. "You came to me for being my slave, didn't you?" I murmur, my voice low and husky.

You nod, swallowing hard as you try to find your voice. "Yes, Master," you whisper, your eyes dropping to the floor.

I can't help but chuckle at your reaction. "Good girl," I say, my voice filled with approval. "Now, let's see what we have here." I reach out and begin to undo the buttons of your shirt, my fingers brushing against your skin as I slowly reveal your body to me. I can feel your heart racing beneath my touch, and I can't help but feel a thrill of excitement run through me as I expose more and more of your flesh.

Once your shirt is completely undone, I slide it off your shoulders and let it fall to the floor. I take a step back, my eyes raking over your body as I take in every inch of you. You're wearing a lacy bra that barely covers your nipples, and I can see the hard peaks of your breasts straining against the fabric. Your skirt is tight, hugging your curves and accentuating your ass, and I can't help but let out a low growl as I imagine what you look like underneath it.

"Take it off," I command, my voice firm.

You hesitate for a moment, your hands trembling as you reach behind you to undo your bra. I can see the uncertainty in your eyes, but I don't say anything, letting you make the decision on your own. After a moment, you finally manage to undo the clasp, and you let the bra fall to the floor, revealing your bare breasts to me.

I can't help but stare, my eyes fixed on your nipples as they harden even more beneath my gaze. I reach out and gently cup your breasts, my thumbs brushing over your nipples as I feel their weight in my hands. "You have such beautiful breasts," I murmur, my voice filled with admiration. "I can't wait to see them bouncing as you ride my cock."

You blush at my words, your cheeks turning a deep red as you bite your lower lip. I can see the desire in your eyes, and I know that you're wet for me already. I reach down and slide my hand between your legs, my fingers brushing against your damp panties. "You're soaking wet, aren't you?" I growl, my voice low and hungry.

You nod, your eyes dropping to the floor as you blush even deeper. "Yes, Master," you whisper, your voice barely audible.

I can't help but smile at your response. "Good girl," I say, my voice filled with approval. "Now, take off the rest of your clothes. I want to see all of you."

You hesitate for a moment, but then you nod, your hands trembling as you reach for the waistband of your skirt. You push it down over your hips, letting it fall to the floor, and then you step out of it, standing before me completely naked.

I can't help but stare, my eyes taking in every inch of your body as I appreciate the sight before me. You're beautiful, your curves soft and inviting, and I can't wait to explore every inch of you. "You're mine now," I say, my voice firm. "And I'm going to make sure you never forget it."

I reach into my desk drawer and pull out a contract, handing it to you. "Sign this," I command, my voice filled with authority. "And then I'll give you your collar."

You take the contract from me, your hands shaking as you read over the words. I can see the uncertainty in your eyes, but I don't say anything, letting you make the decision on your own. After a moment, you nod, your hand steady as you sign your name on the dotted line.

I take the contract from you, my eyes scanning over the words as I commit them to memory. I can feel the power surging through me, the knowledge that you're mine now, and I can't help but feel a thrill of excitement run through me. "Good girl," I say, my voice filled with approval. "Now, come here."

You step closer to me, your eyes fixed on mine as you wait for my next command. I reach into my desk drawer again and pull out a collar, holding it up for you to see. "This is your collar," I say, my voice firm. "And it means that you're mine. Do you understand?"

You nod, your eyes filling with tears as you realize the significance of the moment. "Yes, Master," you whisper, your voice choked with emotion.

I reach out and fasten the collar around your neck, my fingers brushing against your skin as I secure it in place. "You're mine now," I murmur, my voice low and husky. "And I'm going to make sure you never forget it."