I watched down the city lights, observing the heat of the day turning to cozy urban chill. As far as assignments go, this was the most comfortable one - the agency had arranged penthouse on modern sky scraper downtown for me, and for most the time I had nothing else to do but routine information gathering, drinking and swimming in the pool.

That being said, being on sleeper cell duty for four months straight was both mad boring and dangerous. No greelight for progress, just constant low risk of exposure.

They really, really need to convince someone to join. Jane is in Columbia, Michelle is on sick leave, Margaret, well, she wouldn't ever agree on this mission. Who would, really? Indefinite time as fake female sex slave, trained servant, pleasure doll, property and secretary maid. Doesn't sound much of an assignment.

Four months, I had observed high societies of Elysian elite. There was zero chance I'd be taken seriously without my own personal, highly trained trophy slave girl on my side. Female enslavement and subsequent culture of male domination was a norm here. Hate it or love it, this city was the pulsing heart of business, culture, technology and corruption. Our target was here, that's for sure.

Buying local born woman as my personal ego extension wasn't much of an option. The risks of my work being exposed to her were obvious and perfect opportunity for counter-intelligence. Even more, having eyes and ears on settings where simple slave girl posed no threat was clearly advantage we'd need.

And clearly, an advantage I'd never get.

Rubbing my temples, I sighed and looked away from the mesmerizing stream of moving lights and neon pulse thirty storeys down. I had learned the etiquette and training methods for slave girls. I knew business contacts of local main players inside and out. I had perfect assembly in mind where I could attend.

But I needed help. Or this mission sizzles out after year of waiting, and I can join Jane in Columbia and stop another run-of-the-mill drug dealer while swatting mosquites three weeks straight.

Would you be my undercover intelligence officer who saves the day? Trained, controlled and exposed as expensive slave girl and trophy side piece for the sake of our agency's very, very important mission?

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If reluctant, long term, slow burn and detailed exploration of Modern MaleDom world sounds fun to write, and if you enjoy these submission games where intelligent, cabable women need to balance between swallowing her pride and punching his co-worker in the gut, you are most welcomed to message me. And you would be in any case, really.

As you might guess, the core of the play is domination/submission, BDSM themed slave girl play, where I pose as your owner and master, and the deeper we go undercover, the more and more our interaction is defined by these rules and hiararchies. How does the plot develope - are the betrayals, genuine affection, rebellion? Who knows!

Reddit envelopes only, please. Tell me of your character, kinks, limits, or show them by your reply in character. Happy to do OOC talk in all cases. Thanks for reading, and all the other prompts are open too!