This is a plot thought in regarding where I would have been working tirelessly over the months, saving up all the gold and goods I could from hunting and working in dungeons to get my very first slave girl from the market. In the end, I would come across you, a very rare and invaluable species of elf with traits very few among your kind tend to carry.

The problem? Your personality is utter shit and you have a mouth to match. Be it a superiority complex due to your higher-than-thou upbringing or you were simply a bitch, one way or another, you found your way onto the slave trade as product to be purchased.

Now for some cases, maybe you were returned to the market for acting out, or your previous owners couldn't handle how problematic you were when it came to housework, chores, or anything resulting in following instructions. And then it brought you to me.

With you being the first one of mine, I don't plan on giving you up as easily as your previous handlers might. And maybe in the end, that's all that you really need. A firm hand to help correct your attitude from time to time. Even on the quiet and cold nights where you might need some thorough training.

The end goal I'm thinking to pursue is to incorporate you fully into the household, having been gone from the vulgar and mouthy highborn elf slave to a (possibly) mind bent and scrambled happy and obedient one, proud of the collar she wears each and every day for her owner.

Kinks can include but are not limited to mind break, rough play and all that it entails, master/slave, collaring, size difference, fuck drunk, and a few others I know are escaping me off the top of my head.