1
My name is Ana
When I was young I was orphaned.
Orphaned, I went to the Altar of Delphine and prayed to the gods to be saved from my fate on the streets. I tossed the last of my coins into the Altar's pond.
Shortly thereafter, I was captured by soldiers and sold into slavery.
As a was a slave, I was quickly sold into a high end brothel for purposes prostitution.
Grim as this fate may be, in all likelihood, it may be one of the best paths for an orphan and a slave like me.
The brothel was a high end, reputable house of sin, where they let me work as a service cleaning girl until I turned 18.
I cleaned dirty sheets and served guests food.
2
The day I turned 18, they put me in apprenticeship under one of the older girls named Rosalyn, or Rose, as her suitors call her.
Rose had many nicknames in the brothel: Rose, The Black Rose, Mistress of Thorns, Queen of Flowers.
Her nicknames came from her specialty. Rose was a master in the art of deviation and kink.
A master of choking, a master of knots, a master of spanking, a master of edging, a master of pegging-- of all the hidden desires men would like to act on, but keep secret.
So innocent me, still a virgin, I entered under Rose's black wing.
Under Rose, I quickly learned the tools of the trade.
My maidenhood was sold that day to a high end client of Rose.
The event wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. Rose was there with me, to help entertain the client, and make sure he got his money's worth from me.
Rose and this client, who will remain nameless, were the best of friends.
The whole experience was like entering into a three way relationship with an old married couple.
It was as if Rose and the client made love, and that Rose merely used my parts as her own, in her own stead.
The client made love to Rose while he fucked me.
It worked well. The customer was so satisfied he tipped us double the original paid amount.
He also scheduled us again for a week later.
My innocence gone, I fully entered the trade, and under expert Rose's guidance, I acquired my own clients.
3
Three years passed like this, turning tricks, and I turned twenty one.
I was a good prostitute, not the best, not in the rank of the highest earners, but I pulled my weight. My clients liked me and I knew enough of the trade to keep them entertained.
I was cute and innocent enough looking that many of my clients liked to take me out on dates before we made love.
I was cute and innocent enough on the surface, but a student in kink under Rose.
A cute dinner date followed by a long dark night of edging and pegging.
4
One day, prince Jesops turned 18, and his uncle brought him to the brothel where I was forcefully employed.
Prince Jesop was drawn to my small petite mousy blonde features and chose me from a lineup of all the girls enslaved by the brothel
His uncle paid for me and the proprietor and lead girl helped me pack my things and moved me into the castle where Prince Jesop lived.
5
In his room, they chained my ankle to a gold pillar of Prince Jesop's bed.
It was a long, nice, very expensive chain made of a mixture of gold and reinforced silver. It was shiny.
I had walking space so I could comfortably pace around Prince Jesops room and out onto his balcony overlooking the grounds of the castle.
Alone, I was chained to Jesop's bed all day, waiting for him.
I explored his room. He had a great bookshelf on one side of his bedroom.
I perused his books and found a book to read until Jesop arrived.
Upon nightfall, Prince Jesop returned to his room, after a day of birthday celebration I am sure.
Jesop came into his room.
Jesop was startled upon seeing me at his desk.
"Oh yeah, that's right, I totally forgot you were here," Jesop said, "have you eaten anything.
No," I replied.
"Alright, I'll be back."
Jesop returned from the kitchen with a plate of olives, cheeses, and cured meats, with a bottle of wine.
Jesop and I ate the princely board of snacks without talking.
Jesop poured a glass of wine for himself and for me.
Still silent, I quickly finished my first and second glass of wine.
"Well, do you want to?" I asked
"Do you?"
"It's not really up to me, is it?"
"No, I guess not," Jesop said, "though, I do not want to take you by force, it would be better if you wanted to."
"I am your slave, you own me, you can do to me what you wish."
"How about we just get some rest then," Jesop said, "and we could revisit this tomorrow morning."
"Actually, I think we should do this now, I mean, there's no point in putting off the inevitable."
"Do you want to?"
"I don't know if that is what I want, but I suspect that is what you want, and I am yours, so here we are."
I slipped off my shirt revealing my upper body. My pale upper body, my small youthful perky tits, my pale ghost nipples.
Jesop stood and walked across the room to me.
