You accept

You take a look at your ship. Then you look down to the slave mittens holding your hands. Your body sensing every piece that you wear. The catsuit around your body. The mask. The collar. The stilettos on your feet. The dildo gag that you bite on. The two monstrous plugs in your openings. The slave harness around your body.

Anything would be better than living the rest of your life like this. If you have at least a percent chance for freedom, you have to use it.

You turn towards the ship, and you start to pull on the leash.

"Mhm! Mhm! Mhm!" you mutter through the gag.

"Alright, I will let you out," Rebecca says with a smile.

In the following minutes you are undressed, and you are let back inside the vessel. You find your gear on the floor. Rebecca instructs you to dress in it. And you do. But deep inside, underneath the fabric, there is a broken person staring back at her.

"You will have to send me ''500 credits'' every week. If you fail, I will come and fetch you," she says.

"Yes, Mistress!"