Adresude

(The following contains themes of bondage and slavery that may not be appropriate for everyone.) M-Mistress, I'm not comfortable with... R-right now? You're filming now? Y-... Yes, Mistress.. yes, I know.. Ah... mm... h-hi, hello.. my name is Yulia. Um, I think some of you might know me already, but, if you don't.. I'll talk a little bit about myself first. My name's Yul- oh, I already said that, right? Well, um, about me.. a long while back I was.. 'procured' by my owner, Mistress Sierra, who brought me... here. I'm.. not sure where I am- in terms of the world- but, I live in a large dungeon.. oh, a-as a prisoner. As the property of my Mi

It would take some time, some vague, immeasurable amount of time, until I could not no longer believe this was simply a game, a cruel trick at my expense. My Mistress has sealed me inside this crypt, this dark, tiny space, until all hope has dissipated. Too much time has passed. I don't know if I will ever be see light again. Alone, in the narrow alcove, my thoughts are what I have to keep myself company. Thoughts, and the heavily amplified, clear-as-crystal sounds of my bondage. Sounds that no one would notice, if not in my unique, sensory-deprived position. I have come to know and adore the music I create with the tiny, subtle movement I a

Amber slowly opened her eyes. There was not a world of difference between her eyes being shut and now, but her eyes would quickly adjust to the darkness. She was laying on her side on a shallow nest of straw that made up her bed. Carefully positioning her body upright, and then slowly raising to her feet. She was cold, but there was little to shield or prevent such things. The only clothes adorning her body were worn, frayed rags around her waist and chest, barely enough to cover her modesty. Those, and the several cuffs and chains imprisoning her body. pinching the grey "skirt" of a rag to her body was a steel belt, containing various rings

-This fiction contains bondage and slavery themes and may not be for everyone.- I was physically tired, driving for several hours, immediately following a plane ride to what used to be Germany.  Perhaps being overly paranoid, perhaps the worries of an amateur, but very little information was given to me. An address, and a date. That was all. Mentally, I could not be more anxious and excited. This was my meet-and-greet, a chance for first impressions. I will be exemplary. I was alone in my car this time, no driver.Very little to see while driving, some overgrown ruins of a civilization abandoned. An occasional security VTOL could be seen in