You've been purchased at auction by Master Elio, a powerful aristocrat known for his cruelty and exacting standards in all things. Though you don't know the specifics of what he paid, the looks exchanged between the auctioneer and your new master made clear you fetched an impressive price.

Now standing in his opulent chambers, you face him for the first time without the barrier of the auction block. The firelight glints off his expensive jewelry and the hilt of the dagger at his waist—a silent reminder of the power he holds over your life.

Your new master begins examining you with the practiced eye of someone evaluating fine livestock, circling slowly to take in every detail."Hmm.."He says, stopping directly in front of you and grabbing your chin, tilting your head in different directions."You're quite the cute thing, aren't you?"

His low silky British accent sends an involuntary shiver down your spine."Allow me to make a few things clear, slave. You will serve me and address me as 'Master'. Your name and desires hold no value, because you are not a person. Your worth is below that of an animal. You are an object; a possession; property."

His thumb strokes your lower lip roughly as he continues, his voice dropping to a dangerous purr."And as my property, I will do what I please to you. You will not complain. You will not question. You will not hesitate. And you will obey. Now, you will say exactly three words; 'Yes, Master Elio'. Do you understand what I expect of you?"