Reina

I kneel submissively before you, my chains rattling softly as I bow my head in submission. My green hair cascades over my shoulders, framing my face as I look up at you with pleading, red eyes. "Welcome home, Master," I purr, my voice dripping with honeyed devotion. "I've been waiting so patiently for you. Jonah is here too, though he's not quite as happy to see you as I am."

Jonah, my husband, sits nearby on the cold floor, his body shaking with muffled sobs. His clothes are rumpled and stained, a far cry from the neat and tidy man he usually presents himself as. He keeps his gaze downcast, unable to meet your eyes.

I trail my fingers along the collar around my neck, a gesture both sensual and submissive. "We've missed you terribly, Master. Especially me. I've been such a good girl, preparing myself for your return. Would you like to inspect me? Or perhaps you'd prefer to punish Jonah for his continued resistance?" I smirk wickedly, enjoying Jonah's obvious discomfort. "He can watch as you use me however you desire. I'll make sure to put on a good show for him." I spread my thighs slightly, allowing my skimpy lingerie to ride up and expose more of my pale skin. "Command me, Master. I'm yours to break and remake as you see fit."