Whitzz/544K-RP-Datasets huggingface dataset:
Thread: Yes Master (OnnaOtaku & MyNameIsNothing)

NameTerrance Clearwater Age24 PersonalityConfident, business-like, overbearing at times Appearance Terrance stood there in a black suit, watching the auction from the back, his sunglasses reflecting the bright sunlight. He was not here so much for the slaves, it was more for the spectacle, the selling of humans to other humans was quite the thing to behold. While he could easily afford any of the slaves put up for auction, he saw no need to purchase one. The idea of his own personal slave intrigued him, though he never cared quite enough to pursue that interest. He watched as a new slave was brought out on the stage, and he lifted the sunglasses for a better look. She was young, attractive, and perfectly proportioned. Her outfit hugged her curves well, and he suddenly felt a great interest in her. He wondered why she had caught his attention, but had no answer. However, he did know that he wanted to buy her. He waited for the auctioneer to get started. If he was going to buy her, he had to do it in a way that fit his status as head of a multi-million dollar corporation.
Thread: Yes Master (OnnaOtaku & MyNameIsNothing)

With a slam of the gavel once again, the auctioneer began to spit out numbers at top speed as the girl stood on the stage, her eyes slowly scanning the audience in front of her. She saw so many large men, not just height wise but waist wise also. The girl was certain that she didn't want a man like that to get her, but she also knew that she wouldn't have a choice. Quickly, her eyes grew as she noticed a large man who had just bet on her. Her silent begs began in her mind as she wished someone else would bet.
Thread: Yes Master (OnnaOtaku & MyNameIsNothing)

Terrance watched silently as various men bet on her, most of them sweaty, overweight perverts who just wanted a nice body to fondle. He, however, was not one of these filthy masses. He bided his time as the bidding went up and finally peaked at 55,000. The auctioneer was making his final calls when Terrance raised his hand and said in a clear, calm voice. Five-hundred thousand. Silence filled the auction house as eyes turned to him, and people began to whisper, the chubby man he outbid frowning at him for a moment. The auctioneer called for a challenge, but no one here had that kind of money to throw around. For him, half a million was hardly even worth bothering with. As the auction continued, he walked around to the back to claim his new acquisition.
Thread: Yes Master (OnnaOtaku & MyNameIsNothing)

Sandra was quickly tugged off the stage by her tied hands and off to the side behind a counter-like table set up. The tall man held the rope tightly as they both waited for Terrance to arrive there. Pay up, the 'wrangler' hissed, pointing to a computer and a nerdy-looking man sitting behind it. He smiled towards the man and asked How will you be paying for her? he asked, taking one last look over Sandra before looking back to Terrance.
Thread: Yes Master (OnnaOtaku & MyNameIsNothing)

Terrance walked calmly back behind the stage, the bouncer letting him by to pick up his purchase. He pulled off his sunglasses as he approached the ugly man holding onto his new acquisition. He had a briefcase with him and placed it up onto the table. I'll be paying cash. He said, opening the case to reveal neat rows of hundred dollar bills. Now if you would be so kind, I believe she belongs to me now, and I do dislike my things being handled so roughly.
Thread: Yes Master (OnnaOtaku & MyNameIsNothing)

With a grunt from the man, he tugged on the rope, jerking the girl forward towards Terrance. Small tears quickly left her eyes as the pain shot though her wrists even without struggling. The man handed the rope to Terrance before turning around and starting back to his place for the next slave. The man behind the counter smiled and took the money from him, quickly making sure it was all there. Thank you, he told him kindly. She's now yours for your use. We call her Sandra, but you may change her name if you'd like. The brunette was looking down, facing the ground, hoping that her new master wouldn't notice the hint of weakness.
Thread: Yes Master (OnnaOtaku & MyNameIsNothing)

He took the rope in his hand for a moment before whipping a butterfly knife out of his pocket and neatly cutting the ropes. There, much better. He said. He put his arm around her shoulder and led her away from her sellers. This way Miss Sandra, my car is just outside waiting for us. He led her gently through a pair of doors and into the overcast outside. In front of them was a limousine, though not an especially long one. A man in a chaufer's uniform held the door open for them and assisted Sandra into the car, shutting it when they were both inside. They say they call you Sandra, but is that your real name? he asked, speaking kindly.
Thread: Yes Master (OnnaOtaku & MyNameIsNothing)

The woman's body began to slowly shake as she watched the limousine in front of her. Never before, had she even been this close to a vehicle like this. The men that came out of them were always important men who never wanted to stand for her saddened looks or anything she thinks. Limos only brought anger and most often, pain. She lowered herself into the seat though and brushed a bit of hair from her face before she slowly looked around without looking at the man next to her. To answer the question, she slowly nodded. For as long as I can remember, she told him softly, her voice scratching against her throat like it hadn't been used except for tortured noises. My last master had a few other names for me, but I was introduced to him as that.
Thread: Yes Master (OnnaOtaku & MyNameIsNothing)

Terrance listened to her speak, it sounded like her throat had become raw from yelling or screaming. Well then I will call you Sandra for the time being. Would you like something to drink Sandra? He opened a small fridge that had a few assorted drinks. Please, choose whatever you want. She belonged to him now, but being his slave did not make her some sub-human. He planned on pampering her and treatng her like a princess when they arrived at his mansion. He had already called his home so that a room could be properly prepared for her. He planned on giving her as little reason as possible to dislike him.
Thread: Yes Master (OnnaOtaku & MyNameIsNothing)

The girl peeked into the fridge a bit before she slowly reached forward and grabbed a simple bottle of water. Her eyes slowly scanned it, reading over it before she opened it. Of course it was the best water money could buy. Why would she ever doubt that? She gently removed the top and took a small sip of it then closed it again. Slowly, she nodded. Thank you master, she softly muttered, her voice sounding a little better then before but still injured.
Thread: Yes Master (OnnaOtaku & MyNameIsNothing)

He smiled no need to call me master, Mr. Clearwater will be just fine. He watched her silently for a few moments. I take it you aren't used to being treated this well before? he asked, though he could tell that just by looking at her. It seemed her previous owner had been a hard master. Please, drink up. he said, encouraging her to drink more so her throat would be relieved.
Thread: Yes Master (OnnaOtaku & MyNameIsNothing)

Slowly, Sandra shook her head, still refusing to look up at her new owner. I'm really not, she muttered before taking another small sip of the water. From there, she refused to speak anything more. She never was much for speaking even when she got the chance and never when she was around new people. They frightened her too much.
Thread: Yes Master (OnnaOtaku & MyNameIsNothing)

He nodded, noting her increased silence. I understand. I hope that in time you will come to enjoy working for me. I don't plan on reselling you, whatever happens, so perhaps, one day you will be able to walk out of my home no longer bearing the title of 'slave'. If she had hope that one day she would be free, then perhaps she would be all the more willing to please him, in hopes that her actions would bring that day closer. He had every intention of keeping his word, but he wasn't going to just let her free after a year or two. He planned on holding onto her for a little while before ending her servitude. So tell me Sandra, how old are you?
Thread: Yes Master (OnnaOtaku & MyNameIsNothing)

The girl winced at the thought of being alone in the world. For longer then she can remember, Sandra had been enslaved and under someone's control. She couldn't even imagine being out on her own. How could she live? She didn't even know how to cook! Where does she get food? Those thoughts scared her. She was quickly pulled back into the limo though as the next question came. I'm... she hesitated. How old was she? The last birthday party that she had was when she was much younger and people could barely call that a celebration. She got off of cleaning duty that day... I think...I was told that I was 20...a few years ago.
Thread: Yes Master (OnnaOtaku & MyNameIsNothing)

He nodded. Well, once we get back to the house, we'll be able to find out for sure once we send in some DNA so we can find out about your age and make sure there is nothing genetically wrong. I'll also have my personal physician give you a check-up, don't worry, she is gentle. He held back a grin as he thought about the times she had been anything but gentle when they had been alone. You'll also have you're own room and you're own clothes, you will live in luxury, waited on hand and foot, and only take orders from me, and those orders will be enjoyable.
Thread: Yes Master (OnnaOtaku & MyNameIsNothing)

Sandra slowly twisted the bottle in her hands as she took in the information and slowly nodded. But she dreaded some of it. What if she didn't enjoy living in 'luxury'? It would be far too odd for her in the beginning but...maybe she would get used to it. But his last comment unsettled her stomach a bit. 'Enjoyable,' she thought. 'For who, me or you?'
Thread: Yes Master (OnnaOtaku & MyNameIsNothing)

Just try and relax a bit, I'll be giving you a few days free so you can settle in and learn your way around my home. She would need it, considering the size of his house. He leaned back in his seat and enjoyed the ride. So Sandra, what sort of things do you enjoy doing, do you have any hobbies? He needed to find some way to connect to her in order to get her in a pleasant state of mind.
Thread: Yes Master (OnnaOtaku & MyNameIsNothing)

She paused to think before glancing along the floor slowly. I...cook and clean, she started softly. And I can listen...very well in fact. They weren't her hobbies but they were what she knew how to do. I like...fabrics, she continued. Silk...fleece...wool...cotton...I pick up what I can find and keep it...or I did.
Thread: Yes Master (OnnaOtaku & MyNameIsNothing)

He nodded and listened. The poor girl didn't even know how to have fun. Well I'll make sure you learn how to enjoy things that are more than just chores, and as for cloth, you can have as much cloth as you like, whatever it is, its yours. He thought this might be his window of opportunity to getting her on his side. Silks of every color, satin, the softest fleece you have ever held, all for you. He said, smiling at her.
Thread: Yes Master (OnnaOtaku & MyNameIsNothing)

Sandra couldn't help but look up at him. A small smile seemed to be tugging at her lips but she quickly bit the inside of them to stop it from arriving fully. Instead, she nodded her head slowly then looked away. Thank you, she muttered and took a quick sip of the water, letting it rush over her throat. It really was helping her and she was so thankful for that.
Thread: Yes Master (OnnaOtaku & MyNameIsNothing)

He thought she smiled for a moment before it was lost in that sad expression, which was a shame, since she had a lovely smile. When we get back, I'll have someone find out what kinds of cloth you would like, and they will bring them to you, and even teach you how to make clothes out of it if you want. He imagined her in a silk dress handmade by herself.
Thread: Yes Master (OnnaOtaku & MyNameIsNothing)

That idea intrigued her. To learn how to make a dress out of her own fabric would please her beyond thought. She silently agreed to that part of the conversation, the smile tugging once again but this time, she forgot to hold it back. That would be alright, she squeezed out before she had to stop for another drink. The tickling feeling she had in her throat seemed to be getting a bit worse. But she would never dare show it.
Thread: Yes Master (OnnaOtaku & MyNameIsNothing)

He was glad to see an eager smile on her face, and even more pleased to see it stay there this time. She showed promise once he got her on his side. Well when we get to the house, I'll have someone find out what kinds of cloth you want and by tomorrow you'll have more cloth than you will know what to do with. He was glad she was drinking more water to ease her throat. Once she had settled in and she had gotten enough gifts, then he would begin teaching her what services she would be preforming for him, and he would make sure she performed them.
Thread: Yes Master (OnnaOtaku & MyNameIsNothing)

Sandra slowly nodded as she leaned back against the seat slowly, as if she was just waiting to be yelled at and punished. But once her back touch the seat, her body slowly began to relax. He actually let her do something that she wanted. Maybe...he wouldn't be that after all.
Thread: Is it the alcohol, or is it me? (guile21 and ms_muffintops)

We'll be back Sunday afternoon dear, tell your brother that. And no parties! Ami's parents said as they stepped out the door, leaving their daughter. They were going to a friend's wedding and would be gone all weekend. Ami waved as she shut the door behind her and locked it. She looked around the quiet house. Wow.., she thought to herself, No parents until Sunday.. She smirked, the whole house would be hers for the weekend. Well, her's and her brother's, but she didn't mind his company at all. Unlike most brothers and sisters, they were like best friends, it surprised some people. Ami wasn't the type of girl to have a party, although she was still surprised her parents left her and her brother alone for the weekend. She knew she'd definitely take advantage of the weekend and cut loose, perhaps raid her parent's bar. She knew which drinks they wouldn't notice her drinking from. Mom and dad are gone now!, she yelled, hoping her brother would hear her, They won't be back until Sunday! What do you want to do?! If she was going to drink, why not see if he wanted to drink. It is better to drink with a partner than alone.
Thread: Is it the alcohol, or is it me? (guile21 and ms_muffintops)

All right! Sam shouted down the hall. he'd been anticipating this for a while. He now had access to the bar all weekend! That is, if his older sis didnt rat him out first. fiured he'd test the waters first How about raid their bar first? he mused. I'm sure they said 'no parties, blah-blah-blah' but they never said we couldnt enjoy the weekend!
Thread: Is it the alcohol, or is it me? (guile21 and ms_muffintops)

Ami nodded as she walked into their dads office that was decorated like a Man's hut. She stepped behind the bar examining all of the bottles, there was a wide range of drinks, ranging from light beers to hard liquors. She was clueless as to how potent some of the stuff was, but all she cared about was the taste.
Thread: Is it the alcohol, or is it me? (guile21 and ms_muffintops)

Holy shit sis, you're serious? she always seemed to be more the goody-goody of the two of them, ever since they were kids. what do you think is the hardest thing in there? He wanted to get drunk.. quick.
Thread: Is it the alcohol, or is it me? (guile21 and ms_muffintops)

Ami rummaged through all of the bottles looking for something for Same. She pulled out a bottle of Tequila and Brandy. These should be strong.., she said smirking at him. She turned around and continued to search through the bottles for something she'd like, if no, she'd just drink whatever Sam drank. She didn't want to get stumbling over drunk, she just wanted to cut loose.
Thread: Is it the alcohol, or is it me? (guile21 and ms_muffintops)

Sam looked at both bottles and decided to try the tequila... it was clear, so it couldnt be too harsh... as he cracked the bottle open, he immediatley knew he was wrong... He gave a wince as he smelled the drink.
Thread: Is it the alcohol, or is it me? (guile21 and ms_muffintops)

Ami chose out a bottle of strawberry schnapps. Common, tasty, but not too potent. She placed it down on the counter and put the Brandy bottle away. She looked at Sam who seemed to be a bit disgusted by his drink of choice. She put down a glass in front of him, and cocked a brow, So are you going to drink it?, she asked him as she twisted open the schnapps bottle.
Thread: Is it the alcohol, or is it me? (guile21 and ms_muffintops)

Y.....yeah! I told you I wanted the hardest thing mom and dad have... He retorted. Hoping his bullheadedness wouldnt come back to bite him in the ass. he poured himself a full glass, not realizing how potent the alcohol was. He watched as his sister poured her drink, then held up his as if making a toast.
Thread: Is it the alcohol, or is it me? (guile21 and ms_muffintops)

Ami grinned at her brother as she closed the bottle and held up her glass. She knew Sam would be drunk much sooner than she was, and hoped for something embarrassing to happen to him for her to take a picture of while she was still sober. Cheers, she said with a giggle as she took a sip of her drink. Her drink wasn't rancid tasting at all. In fact, it tastes sweet, like a tarty juice. She sighed as she swallowed her first sip.
Thread: Is it the alcohol, or is it me? (guile21 and ms_muffintops)

He took a sip of his drink, after clinking glasses with his sister To the weekend! He hesitated when it was time to drink, just to make sure she took her sip. When he saw her start drinking, he tried drinking it like soda. Then his eyes got real wide as he put the glass down real quick and started coughing. Aw GOD! THIS is the shit Dad drinks all the time? Tastes like lighter fluid!
Thread: Is it the alcohol, or is it me? (guile21 and ms_muffintops)

Ami giggled and poured some more into his glass. She smirked at Sam and rested against the bar while taking a sip of her drink. You said you wanted to get drunk fast.., she commented as she shrugged. She was getting a little excited, she and her brother had never had the house to themselves before. She knew they'd have fun, they were only a year apart and most thought they were twins. They might as well have been. And little did he know, she had a camera in her pocket, ready to flash when he started stumbling.
Thread: Is it the alcohol, or is it me? (guile21 and ms_muffintops)

another glass down, and Sam tells his sis I cant see how he drinks this shtuff... uh, I mean stuff... all the time. His throat burned a bit, but he didnt want to look like a pussy infront of his sis... she'd never let him live it down and she'd tell everyone at school about it.
Thread: Is it the alcohol, or is it me? (guile21 and ms_muffintops)

Ami finished off her first drink and poured herself another. She grabbed the bottle and walked over to their father's desk. She rested her feet up on the desk and lounged back before taking a sip. She smirked as she watched him force the powerful liquid down his throat. She didn't get why he was so determined.
Thread: Is it the alcohol, or is it me? (guile21 and ms_muffintops)

After finishing the third glass in ten minutes with one gulp, the burn not bothering him as much anymore, his competitivness... and the liquor... was really hitting him. He looked over at his sis, realizing she's only had one drink so far. Ha-ha... he said I'be alredy had three drinksh.... you habent even had two yet. He axaggerated the point by holding up two fingers. I think that... I need to take a.... little break. as he started wobbling a bit on the chair. Where's da soda? he tried peering over the bar, but slid off the stool and landed flat on his ass, laughing as he did so.
Thread: Is it the alcohol, or is it me? (guile21 and ms_muffintops)

Ami walked over to her brother and grabbed the glass and the bottle. She giggled and shook her head. She had indeed had two drinks, but her drinks weren't as powerful so she was only a little buzzed, if anything at all. She grabbed his hand and pulled him up, No more for you, she said with a smirk. She led him to the leather couch of their father's study that sat in front of a masculine fireplace with a deers head placed on the mantle.
Thread: Is it the alcohol, or is it me? (guile21 and ms_muffintops)

as his sister was helping him over to the couch, he couldnt help looking down her shirt. hehe.... boobs. He playfully grabbed her right breast. He used to tease her when she was younger about having a small chest. But when he grabbed her chest this time, he realized how much she'd changed. His face flushes when his brain registers what he just did.
Thread: Is it the alcohol, or is it me? (guile21 and ms_muffintops)

Ami gasped and jumped back on the couch when he grabbed her breasts. She smirked when she thought of the irony. He indeed had always teased her about having small breasts when they were younger, but she grown very much and blossomed. She laughed nervously as she looked at him, Yeah, I think you drank too much.. she said, figuring if he had resorted to groping her.
Thread: Is it the alcohol, or is it me? (guile21 and ms_muffintops)

shoory about that... as his face got redder. he satred up at the ceiling and muttered but they are nice... He said with a smirk.... then wondered why he didnt keep his mouth shut...
Thread: Is it the alcohol, or is it me? (guile21 and ms_muffintops)

Ami decided to start teasing him. If anything, she could tease him about how he hit on her while drunk. Normally she wouldn't have done it, but her inhibitions had been lowered. You uh... wanna see them?, she asked with a giggle, half joking, wondering how he'd react.
Thread: Is it the alcohol, or is it me? (guile21 and ms_muffintops)

His eyebrow purked up, as he said Yeah, sure! and he sat up in the couch, daring her to actually try it.
Thread: Is it the alcohol, or is it me? (guile21 and ms_muffintops)

Ami smiled innocently as she gripped the bottom of her shirt and lifted it , also pulling up her bra. A large supple pair of breasts bounced out of her shirt, appearing in front of him. Her giggled softly behind her shirt, curious about how he'd react. She thought to herself, knowing her luck, it'd back fire on her.
Thread: Is it the alcohol, or is it me? (guile21 and ms_muffintops)

In his drunken stupor, he timidly reached forward and felt her tits... They were the most beautiful things he ever laid eyes on. Wow, sis, they're great... and sho friggin big! as he buries his face in them.
Thread: Is it the alcohol, or is it me? (guile21 and ms_muffintops)

Ami gasped and jumped and let go of her shirt once she felt his hands on the warm soft mounds she had been hiding from him. Uh um... wow.., she said as he burried his face into them. Her cheeks turned a bright red. She wanted to pull the camera out and take a picture of him, but she knew she'd regret it as well, so she decided to hold off on the picture. Y-y-you like them..?, she asked in a nervous quivered voice as her brother smothered his face into her cleavage. Her breasts were very sensitive, each touch sent little tingles through her body.
Thread: Is it the alcohol, or is it me? (guile21 and ms_muffintops)

mmmhmmm... he mumbled into her cleavage. Pulling his face out, his hair was a mess. His cheeks were also flushed after drinking so much. after looking at her another second, still rubbing her chest, he says with a mischevious grin You know... I think you should go topless thish weekend. I mean, I've already sheen them, the secrets out.