What will happen to you?

When you wake up, you find yourself laying in a bed. Strange. You want to open your eyes, but there is a hood on your head, preventing you to see.

"Mmmm!!!" you want to scream, but there is a ballgag in your mouth, dampening the sounds you make.

You want to put your hands on the hood. In that, you succeed. Then you shudder, as you feel a pair of mittens touching the fabric instead of your fingers. In fact, you soon realize that your entire body is covered by some sort of **** outfit. And without the use of your fingers, you also realize, you will be in it as long as your captor deems appropriate.

"Mmmm!!!" you hear someone else's muffled sounds next to you. She must be Elena. You discover there is nothing that would hold you to the bed, so you get up, and you keep stumbling in the high stilettos until you reach her. Once there, you hug each other, your mittened hands probing for weaknesses on your outfits. But your captor was smart. And there aren't any.

"Greetings," you recognize Mistress Elizabeth's voice, as the door suddenly opens, the sound of her stilettos ever louder against the floor.

CRACK!

Out of the blue, a whip lands on your ass.

"Mhmmm!!!" you bite on your gag as your entire body shudders.

You realize that you are still standing in front of Elena, so you quickly stumble away for her. Once you stop, you get a pat on your head, "Good, pet!", then you can feel a pair of hands unlocking your blindfold.

You realize that you are in a room, quite lavish even, Mistress Elizabeth standing between the both of you, a whip held firmly in her hands.

"Any chance that you might know why are you let to roam around the place?" she frowns.

CRACK!

The whip lands on your upper arm.

"Mhmmm!!!" you grit your teeth against the gag, then the both of you start shaking your heads.

"That's because us Mistresses are not such mundane creatures as you might believe. Sometimes we just want to have some fun," she says accompanied by a wink.

CRACK!

The whip lands on your stomach.

"Mhmmm!!!" you grit you teeth against the gag.

"I also tend to be cruel when it comes to breaking my slaves. So much so that they refuse to believe it at the start. That is also why I like to engage in these games when I catch some fish. If the **** has an escape route at the beginning, and she fails, no matter how slim her chances are, my conscience remains calmer in the long run, as I keep tormenting her as I please."

CRACK!

The whip lands on your thigh.

"Mhmmm!!!" Again, you grit you teeth against the gag.

"Curious of the game, eh?" she laughs. "Point is: I will let you out of here, but you will stay inside these outfits. You have twelve hours to get out of them, that is how long I'm willing to let you out of sight. You are safe to use any means, including outside help. You could also choose to get enslaved by someone else, if you deem the prospects more promising. Once the time is up, you are shocked **** by your collars, then you are brought back to me by the local policia, your training to start at its earnest."

CRACK!

The whip lands on your breasts.

"Mhmmm!!!"

"Of course: you can always become mine from the start," she adds, placing a finger on your chin. "That is actually what I like the most. When someone gives up instead of all that trying. That is when my conscience is the calmest, yet never fully asleep, not even in those cases."

CRACK!

The whip lands on your breasts again.

"Mhmmm!!!"

She leans closer to you, her lips touching the fabric above your ear:

"So what will it be, Adelyn? Will you try to get free? Or are you willing to accept my authority over you?"