“I think this is our invitation for the slave party, do you remember it?” I heard my owner chime as he walked into the room with our mail in hand. His eyes trailed in interest making me lean my head forward to take a peek. “I remember! I’m really excited, it’s two weeks away isn’t it?” With a soft nod, Sir placed the fancy envelope in my hands and sat down on the couch as I read the paper that was held inside. My heart thumped excitedly as I remembered the grand dungeon that we got to play in occasionally. It was run by a very experienced Master who we’ve known for many years. He never failed to make a good event and choose the right people to attend. In this letter we received a formal invitation, Master and slave. There was also a very kind personal message for us both and below it were the rules and instructions for the night. My eyes quickly glossed over the rules for the Masters and fell to the instructions for the slaves in eagerness. I bit my lip.
“All slave girls must follow the rules of O.”