The next day

The next day you wake up with your limbs aching from the bondage. For some time you just struggle, but then you give up, as Annabelle arrives, your visits to start at its earnest.

You are dressed in a ruanite outfit that covers your bodies from your necks to the tip of your toes, the legs ended in six inch stilettos. In your necks, you get a control collar. In your wrists and upper arms, you get a series of magnets and chains that can be either released or locked together. Right now, they are locked: just in case any of you would have some ideas.

"I am here to register a ship on my name that currently happens to my in one of my ****'s possession," Annabelle says at the reception, after your short trip to The Bureau of Interstellar Affair is completed.

"Very well, Mistress. Could you give me the ships's name and the ****'s approval?" she asks politely. You you realize that she too has a collar in her neck.

Next you notice your ballgag unlocked followed by a hand caressing your butt.

"Speak up darling," Annabelle instructs.