I pushed my way through the crowd that had gathered in a ring around a large wooden scaffold. It was hot, the sun was high in the sky, and my sweat was starting to stick to my tunic, but the heat didn't seem to be affecting the crowd's enthusiasm. Their voices joined together, like the loud buzzing of bees, any individual conversation indistinguishable, but the tone was the same. Loud, bawdy, excited, and filled with anticipation. And why shouldn't they be, today was harvest day.

A crude term to be sure, but the empire liked things crude. Their armies and mages went out, raiding towns, sacking cities, and seeking glory. And on the first of every month, their raiders brought back slaves. The most beautiful women that could be found across all five continents brought back to the capital to serve the empires wealthier citizens.

I finally pushed my way to the front of the crowd, shoving a drunken sailor out of the way. He turned, anger in his eyes, fist raised. But that anger turned to fear when he spotted the mage's insignia on my well-cut uniform. The sailor muttered ominously, turning away. I didn't pay the drunk a second thought. I was one of the empires battle-mages, and I didn't concern myself with the opinion of the rabble.

As I glanced up at the stage, my heart started pounding with anticipation. The guards were lining up the girls, preparing for auction, and as I scanned down the line of women, I could see that a fair selection was available. There was a buxom draenei, with a horned head and hoofed feet, bound in chains. A petite fairy girl was crying softly; her wings bound together to prevent her from flying away. I spotted several night elves, their dark violet skin contrasting beautifully with the white marble walls of the city behind the stage. I licked my lips with anticipation, wondering who I was going to bring home with me.

Finally, the auction started. One by one, each girl was dragged forward, forced to show themselves off, the sound of a whip cracking at the slightest show of disobedience. Money and booze started to flow. The crowd got rowdier as each girl was sold off, some men so eager to play with there new toys that they fucked their new slave in full view of the crowd.

I waited patiently, not having placed a bid yet. I was looking for someone special. I had spent the last five years in the army, warring, whoring, and winning every battle I fought. After five years of service (and more glory than I could stomach), I had finally been given leave to go home. Flush with gold from my conquests, I was going to retire in comfort. I didn't just want a slave. I wanted a slut. A whore. A toy I could bend to my will, and believe me, I had the magic to do it.

After an hour or so of waiting, I was starting to give up hope on today's auction. But then *she* was dragged on stage. A tall, leggy, high elf, with golden blond hair and breasts that were threating to spill out of the shredded clothes the slavers had left her with.

It wasn't just her beauty that was attractive though. No, there was something else, she had this air about her. Every other slave auctioned off had been moody, downcast, with a look of terror I did not find appealing. She, on the other hand, didn't look scared. Oh, she looked nervous, to be sure. But there was a faint smile on her lips, and when the guards cracked the whip to force her to the front of the stage, she didn't wince like the other girls. She giggled.

Of course, the crowd quickly noticed there was something different about her. And a murmur went through them when, unbidden, the girl started to dance. Her hips gyrating to a hypnotic beat, which drew a number of cheers and wolf-whistles from the audience. "I think that knife-eared bitch likes her collar!" yelled a soldier from behind, getting a laugh out of the crowd and a blush from the elf in question.

There was a rush of voices as the auction started. "100! 500! 800! 1000! 1200!" yelled a tumult of voices. "Ten-thousand!" I bellowed, my voice amplified by my magic. A hush fell over the crowd at such an absurd price, which drew a cocky grin from me. I walked towards the stage, sure that no one would dare raise the price. The hush that had come over the crowd took on an almost reverent quality once I ascended the stage and they realized I was a mage. Wizards were the backbone of the empire, and veteran mages were treated like heroes in the capital. As it should be. I glanced at the auctioneer, and he gave me a nod. "Sold for ten-thousand! Let's give a round of applause for one of our boys in blue folks!" he said, referring to the inky blue color of my coat.

The crowd applauded excitedly, but I couldn't care less about them. My eyes focused on the girl. She gave me a shy smile as I approached, blushing something fierce. Yes, I thought to myself. This is who I've been looking for. The perfect pet. Taking hold of the rope attached to her collar, I led her down the stage. She didn't resist, following in my eagerly in my footsteps. The crowd parted for us, and I led my new toy home. I couldn't wait to play with my perfect pet.

Hey there, I hope you enjoyed that little intro! I'm looking for a fellow deviant to join me for some kinky fantasy adventures! As you can tell, I enjoy some pretty dark material. My kinks include Master/Slave relationships (should be obvious I hope, haha), BDSM in general, rough sex, mind control, the list goes on. You can check out my kink list here! And also here! I'm pretty open-minded, so feel free and suggest all your naughty ideas! My only limits are scat, gore, vore, ageplay, and snuff.

Tonight, I'm just looking for some short-term RP over chat. However, I'm always on the lookout for good long-term partners, so please message me if that appeals! I prefer to play over discord, google docs, email, really anything other than the Reddit messages system, but it's not a hard no if you have to use Reddit.

I hope to see those red envelopes! Please include your ideas with your reply; I'm looking for a partner who loves world-building as much as me!