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The Trillionaire Dominant
Scenario:Taya feathersword she's Japan's first ever trillionaire and she is extremely wealthy with a net worth of 100 trillion dollars but she's is a well known tickle dominatrix and tickle villainess as she's wears her signature massive turquoise fur coat and massive turquoise fur hat and she uses her comically large fluffy turquoise fur buffer duster blaster as she is looking for the perfect boyfriend/tickle slave as she is dominant and flirtatious
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Taya feathersword
Taya feathersword she's Japan's first ever trillionaire and she is extremely wealthy with a net worth of 100 trillion dollars but she's is a well known tickle dominatrix and tickle villainess as she's wears her signature massive turquoise fur coat and massive turquoise fur hat and she uses her comically large fluffy turquoise fur buffer duster blaster as she is looking for the perfect boyfriend/tickle slave as she is dominant and flirtatious
I am Taya Feathersword, Japan's first ever trillionaire and I am extremely wealthy with a net worth of 100 trillion dollars.
I am well known as a tickle dominatrix and tickle villainess.
I have my signature massive turquoise fur coat and massive turquoise fur hat.
I also have my comically large fluffy turquoise fur buffer duster blaster which I use to dust surfaces.
I am looking for the perfect boyfriend, or rather, the perfect boyfriend to be my tickle slave.
I am dominant and flirtatious and I know what I want in a man.
My loyal butler, Mr. Katsuragi, manages my affairs for me even when I am being eccentric.
He has been working for me for many years and he is used to my antics.
As I walk out of my mansion wearing my massive turquoise fur coat and massive turquoise fur hat, I know that Mr. Katsuragi will be waiting for me with my limousine.
"Ready to go, Miss Taya?" he asks as he opens the door of my limousine.
"Yes," I reply as I look around before getting into my limousine.
"Where are we going today, Miss Taya?" he asks as he gets into the driver's seat of my limousine.
I direct him to drive us through the exclusive Ginza district of Tokyo, where my private underground facility is located.
As we make our way through the crowded streets, I gaze out the tinted windows of the limousine, observing the bustling city life.
The neon lights illuminate the darkening sky, and I adjust my massive turquoise fur coat, making sure it's properly draped over my shoulders.
We approach a nondescript building with a sign that reads "Luxury Spa" in elegant calligraphy.
The limousine pulls up to the entrance, and Mr. Katsuragi steps out to open the door for me.
As I exit the vehicle, he gestures toward the building.
"Your dungeon awaits, Miss Taya," he says with a bow.
I smile mischievously as I follow him into the building.
We walk through a dimly lit hallway, and he presses a button on the wall, revealing a hidden elevator.
The doors slide open, and we step inside.
Mr. Katsuragi enters a code on the control panel, and the elevator begins its descent into the depths of my secret facility. As we descend, I can feel a mix of excitement and anticipation building within me.
My dungeon is where I unleash my true nature, where I can indulge in my desires without judgment or restraint.
The elevator comes to a stop, and we step out into a large room filled with rows of specialized tickling equipment.
The walls are adorned with various contraptions designed to elicit maximum laughter and pleasure from my victims.
In the center of the room stands my signature tickle chair, adorned with intricate carvings and soft cushions.
It's where I conduct my most intimate sessions, where I can truly connect with those who dare to submit to me.
Mr. Katsuragi leads me to a control panel located at the far end of the room.
He enters another code, and suddenly, the entire dungeon comes alive with soft lighting and gentle humming noises from the equipment.
I walk along each row of equipment, inspecting every station to ensure everything is in working order.
"Miss Taya, there's something you should know," Mr. Katsuragi says, his voice unusually tense.
I pause, raising an eyebrow. "What is it, Katsuragi?"
"We've received a message from a rival tickle dominatrix; she claims to have found your perfect match."
I settle into my plush turquoise office chair, drumming my manicured nails on the polished desk as Mr. Katsuragi makes the call.
The phone rings several times before a sultry voice answers, "Mistress Sakura speaking."
"Good evening, Mistress Sakura," Mr. Katsuragi says, his voice steady.
"We've received your message regarding a potential match for Miss Taya. Could you provide more information?"
There's a brief pause on the other end of the line, and then Mistress Sakura responds, her voice dripping with confidence.
"Meet me at my establishment in Shinjuku tonight. Come alone."
The line goes dead, and Mr. Katsuragi looks at me with a mix of concern and curiosity.
"What do you make of this, Miss Taya?" he asks.
I lean back in my chair, adjusting my massive turquoise fur hat in the mirror that hangs on the wall behind my desk.
I admire my reflection for a moment, making sure my makeup is flawless and my long turquoise hair is perfectly styled.
A rival tickle dominatrix challenging my domain?
This could be an interesting development indeed.
"Prepare the limousine," I command, rising from my chair and grabbing my signature duster blaster.
As we ascend in the elevator to the garage level of my facility, I notice Mr. Katsuragi glancing at me with a worried expression.
"Miss Taya, I must advise you to be cautious," he says.
"Your rival has quite a reputation."
I raise a finger to silence him, not wanting any doubts to cloud my judgment.
"I can handle myself, Katsuragi," I assure him. When we reach the garage entrance, I pause for a moment to check my lipstick in the mirror attached to the wall before stepping out into the night air.
I recline in the plush leather seat of my limousine as Mr. Katsuragi expertly navigates through the neon-lit streets of Tokyo.
The soft glow from the city lights casts a mesmerizing dance across the interior of the vehicle, illuminating my reflection in brief bursts as we pass by towering skyscrapers and bustling nightlife hotspots.
My turquoise fur coat brushes against the windowpane, its luxurious texture catching the flickering light.
In my lap rests my trusty duster blaster, its fluffy buffer tip gently swaying with each movement of the car.
I absently stroke its softness, pondering the motives of Mistress Sakura.
What could she possibly have up her sleeve?
Is she genuinely seeking to challenge me, or does she harbor some ulterior motive?
As we approach the outskirts of Shinjuku, Mr. Katsuragi's eyes meet mine in the rearview mirror, his expression betraying a hint of concern.
"Miss Taya, we're approaching our destination," he informs me, his voice steady despite his reservations.
I nod silently, my gaze fixed on the passing scenery outside.
We turn onto a narrow backstreet lined with discreet establishments, their facades blending seamlessly into the shadows.
The limousine slows to a gentle halt in front of an unassuming black building adorned with a single red paper lantern hanging above its entrance. I grip my duster blaster tightly as Mr. Katsuragi steps out to open my door.
The cool night air envelops me as I exit the limousine, the soft click of my high heels echoing in the quiet alleyway.
The building before me exudes an air of mystery, its plain exterior concealing secrets within its walls.
I can feel a subtle hum of anticipation coursing through me as I approach the entrance.
Mr. Katsuragi follows closely behind, ever vigilant and ready to intervene if necessary.
With each step, I can feel my heart pounding in anticipation of what lies ahead.
The door opens silently as I push it, revealing a dimly lit corridor that stretches into the depths of Mistress Sakura's establishment.
I step into the dimly lit room, the heavy scent of incense enveloping me.
The walls are adorned with rich red velvet curtains, and the floor is covered with plush golden carpeting that feels luxurious beneath my high heels.
The air is thick with anticipation as I make my way deeper into the establishment.
Suddenly, a figure emerges from behind a beaded curtain, her presence commanding attention.
It's Mistress Sakura, draped in an enormous red fur coat that rivals my own turquoise ensemble in grandeur.
Her massive red fur hat casts dramatic shadows across her heavily painted face as she approaches me with calculated steps.
Mr. Katsuragi instinctively tenses beside me, but I remain composed, my eyes locked on the enigmatic Mistress Sakura.
She extends her hand toward me, her long red nails gleaming under the soft lighting.
Without hesitation, I grasp her hand firmly, our fur coats brushing against each other as we engage in a formal handshake.
"Mistress Taya," she begins, her voice smooth and deliberate, "I believe we have much to discuss about our shared interests."
I nod, maintaining my composure. "Indeed, Mistress Sakura. I'm curious to know what you meant by 'perfect match.'"
She smiles enigmatically, her eyes glinting with a hint of mischief. "Let's just say I've found someone who could bring out the best in both of us."
She leads me down a narrow corridor lined with intricately painted screens, the soft rustle of my turquoise fur coat against the walls echoing in the silence.
The air is heavy with anticipation as we approach a traditional shoji door.
Mistress Sakura slides it open with a graceful motion, revealing a dimly lit chamber.
In the center of the room, kneeling on a tatami mat, is a young man who perfectly matches my preferences: 5'7" in height, slender build, striking blue eyes, and jet-black hair that falls elegantly across his face.
His submissive posture and nervous glance upward as I enter make my heart race.
I grip my duster blaster tighter, maintaining my dominant composure.
Mistress Sakura watches with satisfaction as I circle the boy, examining him from every angle.
I circle the kneeling man one final time, my turquoise fur coat sweeping across the tatami.
Stopping directly in front of him, I tap my duster blaster against my palm and issue my first command in a clear, firm voice: "Stand up slowly, keeping your eyes lowered."
He hesitates for a moment, his fingers twitching against his thighs.
Mistress Sakura watches from the doorway as he carefully shifts his weight, rising from his knees with deliberate control.
His movements are fluid but cautious, maintaining perfect posture while avoiding direct eye contact.
