Never before had the City of Selestia been so solemnly silent and brooding.

I whipped the horses onward, looking around for any signs of trouble. And behind me, the carriage and its chains pulled along the marble road, keeping the four former members of elvish queen's guard on constant forced march.

No wonder everyone stayed silent and lowered their eyes. The sight was demeaning, lewd, humiliating and for good reasons so. Proud, tall elf ladies shackled, collared and leashed with metal, their near naked bodies whipped and sweaty, and beautiful, intelligent faces harnessed behind tight gags. The near non-existent clothing their had only served to arouse male curiosity, and for the final degradation their sensitive ears and noses were pierced - like animals. The collection was captured long time ago and now put in use.

The interests of Slaver's Guild that my late father founded were interests of mankind too, when we had won the war against elves near two decades ago. The peace had been kept, tributes paid. Until now of course, when my father mysteriously died without clear sign why.

Hence the show, the sign of power by dragging these ladies in capital in chains. The annual scheluded meeting now fell on me for the first time, and under circumstances that demanded explanation from the obvious culprit of would-be assasins. No one wanted war, but sign of weakness and possible open break of truce would only ignite another war on the continent if left unadressed.

Surely, the princess would see reason, and understand compensation was in order.

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Hello all.

I'm looking for relatively slow burn play, dialogue heavy perhaps, about the tense situation at hand described above. Where the Empire of Men would be at risk losing face, and hold rather unfair advantage over so far independent realm of elves.

The signal of who won the war and who lost must be preserved. My character is not a monster or pointlessly sadistic, but he will not leave empty handed. What are you willing to sacrifice? Are you behind my father's death after all?

In the end, this is sexual submission play, where your character is ultimately controlled, trained, captured, blackmailed and thoroughly made an example of proper conduct between defeated elves and glory of mankid. The level of commitment and reluctance can be anything, depending our characters and their parley.