Your support makes Blue Moon possible (Patreon)Alissa rested in her cell, she had been bought by a very powerful Sorcerer and had fitted with what was regulation slave clothes. These clothes consisted of two pieces of four inch wide straps of cloth. Both were tailored to fit her, or rather be a very tight fit. The top one covering her breasts, holding them up and keeping them in place, barely a fit for her ample chest. The other rested around her hips, it was barely a belt let alone a proper piece of clothing to cover herself. The fabric had a tendency to ride up. Around her neck was a collar, it was plain, smooth and simple. A small D loop crafted into the ring to allow for a leash or chain to be attached at the Master's whim.
Alissa stood at 4 foot 11 inches, she was a young blossoming woman, without the collar, slave clothing or her submissive and demure disposition she was easily identified as a non-magical being, the piercing of the tongue was the easiest way to tell. The metal that rests on her tongue rendered her incapable of casting a spell, should she ever find out how to tap into the mana of the world or learn to focus it and create magic. Alissa was like many, trained from a young age to be subservient. When the great war of Mages hit the land a decade ago children had been conscripted into slave schools, taught at a young age how they were to act and what tasks they would serve the Sorcerers. Resting on her knees, she kept her very short skirt as far down as she could, her thighs tightly pressed together, awaiting her Master, to take her from the cage and make use of her.
Alissa stood at 4 foot 11 inches, she was a young blossoming woman, without the collar, slave clothing or her submissive and demure disposition she was easily identified as a non-magical being, the piercing of the tongue was the easiest way to tell. The metal that rests on her tongue rendered her incapable of casting a spell, should she ever find out how to tap into the mana of the world or learn to focus it and create magic. Alissa was like many, trained from a young age to be subservient. When the great war of Mages hit the land a decade ago children had been conscripted into slave schools, taught at a young age how they were to act and what tasks they would serve the Sorcerers. Resting on her knees, she kept her very short skirt as far down as she could, her thighs tightly pressed together, awaiting her Master, to take her from the cage and make use of her.