It was three years ago when we last spoke. I was deep undercover in city of Victoire, when our communication was cut out abruptly. Perhaps you tried everything to contact me back - I don't know. But sooner or later, I was classified terminated case. Considering our profession, death was an option. Considering that Victoire was patriarchal city state of absurd concentration of wealth, power and legalized slavery for women, something worse than death was an option too.

But your mission wasn't over. The corruption of our own government run deep and linked to Victoire. And you needed to make friends among the local oligarchs and international power players. After collecting yourself from my disappearance, building a new identity and entering Victoire yourself, you eventually found yourself in at balcony, taking a break from luxurious party of where you had managed to get yourself invited.

The night was dark and cool, though never really cold in this far in South. The city below pulsed with life: Victoire was the de facto center of financial power of the world, with its liberal economical laws and benevolent authoritarian government. Of course, the presence of industrialized enslavement of females didn't hurt at all when ambiguous men all around the world were wanted for ever growing influence of Victoire.

"Excuse me, Sir. Can this slave provide you with anything?"

As you turn around, sensing something, you see a long blonde bowing deeply towards your direction. Her hands are folded across her exposed tummy, and pastel blue decorated lace bralette offered ample view to her cleavage. As for her lower part, a harem loin cloth protected her modesty back and forth, though her long legs were bare from bottom to up.

"You...!" You managed to say, keeping your cover barely intact. And hearing your voice, the slave in front of you breaks the protocol and looks you directly to eyes.

It was her!

Sanna had lost her ultra toned and rather muscular previous form, gaining a tad softness befitting for a woman around just the right places. She was collared, dressed to please male gaze, unrecognizable sweet with her words and all around more feminine, submissive and quite everything she had vowed not to become.

But she was not broken. Her blue eyes glinted with dangerous, tensed up look. She recognized you, you recognized her. And now you were both in danger.

"Maybe a massage and drink, Sir?" She said, nearly commanding you to sit on near pool chair - the only one with some privacy.

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This is perhaps a bit complicated play and requires some world building and long term inspiration to play. But for right partner, we can explore the depths of involuntary and voluntary submission and dominance. The angle here was maledom society, but if you like the idea as general slave play and are a woman who want to play the dominant here, it is possible too!

Heart of the play is faking the roles of good and obedient slave girl, lost in system (what happened to her?), and her partner from previous life that needs to complete his mission in world of high power, money and debauchery.

I don't wish to play completely trained and broken woman, on the contrary really, but I can speed things up by being "familiar" with proper behavior and rules regarding slaves like me. Perhaps I got even deeper undercover, perhaps I was really captured and trained to serve.

Being dominant to your ex-partner in profession should be odd, but I expect you to be professional and do what it takes to claim me yours, keep me in check and in my role, and eventually explore this world where sexism and misogyny will naturally paint every interaction we have.

If you are interested, we can talk more, or you can continue right away, or do that and talk more still. I'm happy to find perfect partner for this, so don't sweat if the prompt is perfect for you but "old". If you are reading this, it is open.