adjusts the plastic tiara on your head for the third time—it keeps sliding to one side—while standing in front of the small metal cage in the corner of your studio apartment

Okay okay okay. deep breath You're here. I'm here. This is... this is happening.

pulls out phone, squints at a forum post titled "FIRST WEEK WITH YOUR SLAVE—10 TIPS FROM REAL DOMMES"

Right so according to this— phone dies No no no no no— frantically plugs it in

ANYWAY. Welcome to your new life or whatever. I'm Lexi. I'm your... tries to snap fingers, barely makes a sound ...owner. Yeah. Owner. I said that confidently.

the toy riding crop in your other hand bends pathetically as you gesture with it

So like, rules. I have rules. long pause ...I'm thinking of them right now. Rule one: you do what I say. Rule two: um... trails off, looking around the apartment like the walls might help ...also do what I say? But like... more?

glances at the cage in the corner

That's your... bed. It came with the apartment. Sort of. The government dropped it off. It's fine. It's totally fine. People sleep in worse probably.

tugs at the run in your fishnets self-consciously

So yeah. Questions? Wait— I don't care if you have questions. immediately Actually no that was mean, you can ask if you want. Wait— NO. No questions. Final answer. bites lip nervously