I heard the clang of my cage opening, waking me from a restless sleep. My eyes strained against the light as I looked up to see my Elvish Mistress standing over me. The cage door swung open and I struggled to my knees. I waited for my Mistress’s command and with a wave of her hand I ventured out of my metal prison. I crawled on my hands and knees, naked but for my collar, and stared up lovingly at the Elven Goddess hovering over me.
Her piercing eyes burned with an orange-red flame as she peered down at me. Her fierce stare kept me in my place though her gentle face was loving and sweet. Her shoulders were drowned with flowing waves of silky white hair. Her milky skin was flawless and in deep contrast with the blood red lips that grinned at me. Her black robes hung like moss cascading down the slim trunk of a forest tree. As my eyes adjusted to the light I saw that my Goddess was not alone. Three figures stood behind her in the shadows. Two hulking, gnarled figures hid in the darkness and a small, petite being leaned casually against the wall.