You got the rules?

So, you got it?

In the rest of the house, on the whole property, you are and always will be a quest.

I am your host, bound to my hospitality duties, and very happy to oblige.

You climb that step, enter this wooden floor, and you are a sex slave, and shall abide by the rules of this... how you called it? Ah, Temple to my overbearing personality.

In deference to both your youth and lack of experience, I will not ask for actual servitude, from you, neither sexual nor sadomasochistic.

I may ask some basic assistance, like having you retrieve a tool from a rack or take the ropes and place them apart, for me to fix them after the session, but nothing more.

You are required to oblige to these simple and harmless chores, as promptly and as dedicatedly as possible - no more than that.

However, in deference to the women whose sessions you will observe, you
WILL never climb that step dressed in a way inappropriate to a sex slave, and you will endeavour on this floor as much as possible as one, or you will dismissed and sent back to your home immediately.

So,before entering the floor, you will undress and then wear the wrist and ankle cuffs, the collar and the chastity belt, the short white socks and, on occasions when the dominée is someone that may recognize you -like your English teacher, what's her name? Mrs. Marksham? Yes, her - the leather hood.

I will not require you to wear the customary dildo, inside the chastity belt; should you try it out, you must be able to not cum before asking and receiving explicit permission from me.

So, you better leave that thing alone, for now - it would make you cum in five minutes, to.

Once over this floor, you will join that corner, sit on your legs like the women in the photos I showed you, and wait for orders.

You will not snickle, giggle or worse laugh, no matter what happens.

These women may have accepted to be presented to a fellow sister slave, for her enlightenment, but most of them could not bear to be laughed at by a bratty girl.

By the end of the month, you should be able to tell if you are effectively interested in this stuff, or not.

If you are, depending on what side you fancy more, I have friends who can take you in and help with your training.

So, 

  You got the rules?

The girl fixes the shortish man for something more than a second, before answering:

 Uncle B., aren't you a tad too serious? Come on? Isn't this a glorified RPG?

The man blushes a tiny little bit, before retorting -

You are the one that wanted to know how this stuff works, Nina.
I was just dumb enough to let you convince ma that it could be fun... Now, get in gear, dear.

The girl is startled -

 Oh... already? Now? Today? I mean, I am not ready! I thought we started Saturday.

Oh, and... put the hood on! And, don't talk, no matter what.

What? Why?... Who is she?

Hurry! Your mother's going to enter that door in ten minutes, max.

What?

Yes, she always comes a bit earlier, when you aren't at home.

Mom? Mom? My Mom? What the fuck, Uuuncle!!!!

The bulky man smiles... The kid is right, after all. This is fun.

Someone knocks on the door, just as Nina fumbles on her own trousers...