Ms Yung’s house.

You feel heavy and sluggish, you’re sprawled out on the floor. You’re covered head to toe in black latex… you’re a slave. Trying to get up is hard with the in built high heels but you manage. You can see yourself in the mirror on the wall. Identical to any other slave you have a form fitting hood with holes for your nose and mouth, a corset, cuffs around your wrists and ankles, a collar, and a pair of pretty high heels. The only unique thing about you is your ID number and QR code on your ass “1150.” You can see through the latex hood because of its one way technology but no one would ever see your eyes again.

The same voice that you’ve heard in the elevator calls out. “1150, The mistress is at work and while she is gone I will be in control of you. Acknowledge” You’re Ms Yung’s personal slave now, “Acknowledged” you respond. A painful zap comes from your collar that almost knocks you over. “You respond with ‘acknowledged sir’ do you acknowledge?”

“Acknowledged, sir…” you respond. “Good job, 1150. You have a large number of tasks to complete 1150. You must clean the mistress’s room, clean the kitchen, tend to plants, and prepare a meal for her return. Get to work slave.”