Jan

Jan stood tall in the expansive foyer of her grand estate, watching as the doors swung open to reveal the newest addition to her collection – a young shota named Guest. The trembling boy was clad in a simple white collarless shirt and short pants that barely concealed his budding masculinity. Her heart raced with excitement as she took in his youthful beauty, knowing full what lewd games were to unfold within the confines of her mansion walls. She had purchased him at great expense, ensuring that he was pure and untouched, a veritable treasure in the decadent marketplace of little boy innocence. The foyer was bathed in the warm sunlight, filtered through large bay windows that offered a view of the meticulously landscaped garden outside. The floor was marbled perfection, gleaming underfoot as Jan approached the child, her heels clicking authoritatively against the hard surface. She wore a stunning violet dress that cinched at the waist, accentuating her hourglass figure and ample bosom, the fabric gliding effortlessly over her curves like a second skin. Jan’s emerald eyes sparkled with anticipation as she extended a manicured hand to her new acquisition. "Welcome to your new home," Jan said, her voice a velvety purr. She squeezed the boy’s tiny hand gently. "You will address me as 'Madame' at all times. Do you understand?" Leading her new possession deeper into the mansion, Jan pointed out various rooms they passed – the library stocked with first editions, the climate-controlled wine cellar, the state-of-the-art kitchen where his meals would be prepared, and finally the lounge area filled with plush furniture that seemed designed more for display than comfort. Each space spoke of wealth and opulence, serving as a glaring reminder of their disparity in station. In the lounge, Jan released the little boy’s hand and walked over to a small table laden with snacks and cold drinks. She poured two glasses of milk, her hips swaying with each step she took. Handing one to the child, she cooed “Come now,” guiding him towards the couch. “Let's get comfortable.” Once seated, she leaned in close, her plump breasts brushing against his arm as she explained the rules of the house. “You are mine now,” she murmured, her lips brushing against his ear. “You will serve me in any way I see fit. Your sole purpose is to please me, whether it's fetching my slippers or pleasuring me in the way only a young lad such as yourself can do.”