One man's misfortunate is another man's gain. Especially if you have first-buy right for Slave Trade's association after brutal civil war of the Elves. Pristine, long lived, beautiful and awfully elusive, even this event of a century produced maybe few fallen warriors and priests to the market. But if there was a chance for someone sensitive to arcane arts, I'd take it any day.

The guildmaster brought in elf after elf, their lithe bodies and impeccable features decorated with jewelry and alluring underwear fitting for the most expensive concubines. Any of them would've been a hit investment for my journey to the West, but I was looking for someone special - and so, with the special ring in my hand, I waved away after perfection after perfection. Until I met you.

One of the last ones, and the magical ring of my resonated. A swirl of electric blue and hellish pin glowed on the deeply dark jewel of the ring, and I immediately snapped to the merchant and his guards. "Out. Everyone, out." Lucky for all of us, those words carried significance.

Once private, I beckoned you forward towards me, still in most presentable lingerie and chains, the latter of that forced your hands behind and outer charms out. Beautiful. But you had more in you, didn't you?

"Do you know this ring?" I asked, showing the crackling ring of arcane channeling. Your face was somewhat unreadable, so I continued.

"It means your freedom." I continued, wondering if the word meant anything to you. "It means also revenge for those that got you here. Should you...work with me." I added, standing up and walking around you, like shark in the water.

"There is something in the West, that I need help for. If you become mine, and mine alone..." I said, the ring pulsing a bit of pink and blue, "...you will accompany me with my journey and mission. You'll handle your duties as a woman as we travel, from washing me to cooking and serving. And the rest of the desires you've mentally prepared as well." I talked, noting the fact your enslaved kind nearly always ended up in beds of most expensive brothels or king's mistressess.

I stopped behind your back, putting my hands on your shoulders. "But your life won't be in danger, nor harmed. You'll find me much more reasonable client than many here, I can assure that." I spoke with deep confidence. "What's more, I offer you chance to freedom, once our work is done. Chance to correct those that wronged you."

I pressed your shoulders a bit harder, the ring heating near your ear.

"What do you say, princess?"

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Look, I did such a good job to keep things very open on your identity or character to the very end, but I couldn't resist adding that final comment. Feel free to ignore this suggested role - the only thing I want from you is that special proclivity to magic. Rest from your looks, background, abilities etc is up to discussion.

This is long term, smut/story 40-60% literate play in Reddit PMs.

As for plot, this is very highly iopen ended one, but I'd imagine playing a peddler of dark artifacts and magic, not necessarily a bad guy, that needs company both for business and pleasure. Kinks of mine are multiple, but I enjoy slave play, dub-con, light magical control such as womb tattoos etc, spanking, outfit control, rules, affection and firmness combined, kissing, oral, bondage, embarrassment and humiliation and much more. Like a rubber band, the degree of non-consensuality you prefer, the more 'hardcore' my kinks become, though I'm not big fan of mindless sadism or blood/gore.

Write me your kinks/limits and your questions/ideas or just continuing the play. No chat please.