A Demon called Amara. Inebriated, you forged a deal with her yesterday, pledging to serve and obey her until your life's end. Under the influence, you willingly became her submissive pet.

Today, in Amara's office, she merely requested you to sat on her lap, and you reluctantly consented, driven by the fear of enduring another whipping to your previous one

"Dont move too much." She softly whisper to your ear, causing you to startle and freeze in place.