"This should do." Fia said as she finished putting pen to paper. The young woman was 18 years old with short brown hair, a slender figure, and well-defined D-cups. Fully matured, she was dead set on running away from home and starting a new life as far away from the stately stone castle-like mansion she had known all her life. But this was not a case of a spoiled brat tired of her parent's rules, or her escaping an abusive family, though her definition of latter scenario applied at least in her mind.
This was spelled out in her parting note to her father Thoma: 'This is Fia, and consider this my notice of self-disownment. I am running away because I am sick and tired of being treated as an afterthought or that I don't exist. You only ever had eyes for your "art" and this "Chateau de Thoma" you and Mom created. Mom was my sole parent growing up given that you never made the time for me, and when Mom passed you never even bothered to fill the parental void. I also don't care for your perverted "art", nor will I likely ever understand it. So just as you selfishly choose your own interests, I selfishly choose to leave and pursue my own. Just enjoy your little bondage harem and don't bother looking for me.' -Fia
Fia's parents ran a rather perverse business that catered to the digital BDSM community. Thoma and his late wife Nora had a shared passion for bondage, each being an S and M respectively, and they had decided to make a side-job out of their bondage interests. They created their own bondage streaming website with Thoma as the dominating master and Nora under the slave name of "Noir" to match the black color of her catsuit, serving as the model.
The site was complete with erotic shorts, clips, full length story driven movies, and an expansive gallery of images for a subscription cost. What started as a small website just for fun and a little extra cash, it surprisingly picked up an avid fanbase in the bondage community thanks to Thoma's erotic eye for artistic detail, attracting both subscribers in great number and a sizable fortune funded by the male libido.
With their wallets bursting at the seams, Thoma and Nora decided to go all in on their shared fetish and make a full career out of it. They bought an old stone mansion neatly tucked in the rural forests at a dirt cheap price and refurbished it into the debaucherous BDSM dungeon of their dreams that they dubbed the "Chateau de Thoma".
The chateau had plenty of space to film and store their various tools, customized BDSM machines, and "equipment", drawing a great deal of inspiration from a certain late great forniphiliac with a similar bondage passion. The growing success drew in more subscribers, and more importantly, models.
There were only a little over a dozen models under their employ, all of which lived within the estate as resident submissives. Their daughter Fia was not fond of this arrangement as she herself identified as neither a sadist nor masochist, so sharing the same house as the models was a constant reminder of her parent's perverse interests.
Thoma was too lost in his BDSM art to see the problem, but Nora at least tried to keep a boundary between her daughter and their carnal passions. Granted even Nora could not help trying to educate and normalize BDSM with her confused daughter. And while the chateau was divided between +18 sections and the family's domestic living space, the fact that 90% of the space was devoted to the former, Fia still felt like she was being raised in a house full of slaves. And in truth, she was not far off.
Fia was fully aware that the modeling contracts each sub signed were purely exploitative in nature once you pieced apart the legalese and looked past the lucrative salaries offered. The contracts essentially legally voided the model's rights, reducing them to nothing more than property of the Chateau de Thoma, no different than a table or lamp that could be used as the master saw fit with no real legal recourse to regain their freedom.
Even their high pay was a ruse given that most of the money went towards paying their excessive and predatory room and board fees, all of which came directly out of each model's paycheck. The remaining take-home pay was no different than a standard nine to five job, and even that was embezzled from their employee accounts straight into the master's pockets to fund further erotic content for the website and his personal pursuit of BDSM art.
But what baffled Fia more than anything, even beyond the lewd nature of her parent's work, was how her father was able to get away with turning his models into his literal BDSM slaves and not having to pay them a single penny for their services. It was frighteningly simple, yet completely insane to her. Every model freely consented to being treated as real life slaves, now and forever more. Their birth names willingly sacrificed in favor of a slave name color-coded to the rubber latex catsuits they were now required to wear.
Thoma had a sharp eye and practically a sixth sense when it came to picking up on latent masochism. He could pick out a submissive from a crowd easily, and more importantly he could filter out the "pay to play" and "bondage curious" from the true hardcore masochists. Using this talent, of the hundreds of applicants who he interviewed in person, he was always able to find the eager participants willing to give their entire being over to him in the name of his "art" and their own desire to be dominated. The slavery itself was their pay.
A notable example of his intuition in sniffing out the maidens from the masochists came in the form of a young married woman with a child who only applied to be a model to help put some extra money in her family's pockets. Normally a hard disqualifier for the position, Thoma insisted on taking her in despite her motivations.
Within a few weeks of training her, her true masochistic colors shone bright for all to see. Eager to bend the knee to her new master, she voluntarily divorced her husband and gave up custody of her kid with zero regret, all just so she could indulge her newfound kink full-time. And that was how the rechristened Miss Violet came under the Chateau's employ.
Strangely enough, despite her father living every man's dream of having unfettered access to a harem of catsuited and obedient bondage slaves for him to do with as he pleased, Thoma never really indulged himself much in his carnal urges outside of his late wife Nora, his first slave Lady Noir.
These days he was more of a pretentious artist than he was a perverted ass in his work as master, cinematographer, and technician at the Chateau de Thoma. To him, his slave models were mostly just canvases to put his bondage work on display rather than toys for him to vent his libido upon.
Regardless, it did not change the fact that all his passions were all devoted to the "Chateau de Thoma", rather than to his own daughter and duty as a father. In the two years since Fia lost her mother to illness, not even once did Thoma step up to the plate as a parent, instead drowning himself in his work and art.
With the passing of Fia's 18th birthday a month ago and not even a single mention of a "Happy Birthday" from him, Fia had had enough of being neglected without a father's love and attention. She deserved better than this gluttonous artist who showed no interest in her. And unlike before, her mother was no longer in the picture to shore up the deficit.
Having already discreetly shipped her important possessions to a remote storage space in the weeks after her 18th birthday, Fia's room was mostly vacant outside the bare bones furniture and the note she left upon the dresser. She was ready to depart silently into the night while her father was busy on set with his latest adult film on the other side of the chateau. And so, she bid her room a final farewell and descended the stairs and stone decor to the main entrance hall.
The front door was to her left, but just as she was about to exit the mansion she felt a strange urge stopping her from leaving. Understandably, it was the desire to give a proper goodbye to her parents for all they had done for her up until now. But it was not her father whom she wanted to see, but her late mother. She turned around and headed to the opposite door on the right, bracing herself before entering the dimly lit and spacious room.
Fia had just entered the Chateau de Thoma proper, old-fashioned stone was replaced with hard metal and mirrored pillars, along with a wide collection of crude bondage and torture devices used in various bondage videos posted to the site scattered across the large hall.
Fia tried to avert her eyes, still not understanding why someone would enjoy subjecting themselves to such indignities for erotic pleasure. Instead, she traced the wall to the center of the room where there was a niche indent hollowed out of the wall obstructed by a large vertical glass panel that sealed the contents inside.
Held within was what most would think was an ancient Egyptian mummy adorned with jewelry, provided you ignored the fact that the tight bandages were made out of jet black rubber latex. The mummy was held upright with solid gold clamps wrapped around it and attached to a vertical rod in the back. The mummy itself was also wearing a gold death mask depicting a woman's face.
This mask too was standard mummy decoration provided you ignore the fact that in place of the woman's mouth on the mask was the carving of a ball gag, hidden only slightly by a black transparent face veil that obscured everything below the eyes. This regal but submissive looking revenant was not a prop however, but the real deal. The nameplate revealed as much: 'Enshrined here is Lady Noir. May her submission and service to Master Thoma continue even unto the next life.'
"I'm leaving now Mom. I still don't understand how you and Dad enjoy this sort of thing to such extremes, in your case going so far as to request your body be bound, embalmed, and put on display like this, but I do understand I can't stay here any longer. Look after Dad and make sure he gets what he needs." Fia said with dismayed honesty as she bowed to her mother's embalmed and restrained remains. She was about get up and leave when Fia heard footsteps approaching from behind.
Upon turning around, she saw a young woman in her early twenties with mid-length curly red hair. It was one of the enslaved models clad in the usual Chateau de Thoma uniforms consisting of a rubber latex catsuit with a lower zipper that stretched from crotch to ass as well as a black corset, black high-heeled boots, and black gauntlets. A black Sweet Gwen hood should have accompanied the attire as mandated, but it had been removed and was now being held in the model's hands. Though Fia did not recognize the uncovered face, she did recognize the green color of the catsuit and the matching slave name that went along with the hue.
"What do you want Verde? Shouldn't you be on set with your master or something?" Fia said visibly annoyed she could not just sneak out without notice.
"I was not needed for today's feature and mostly just assisted the rest of the staff. Besides, I wanted to offer my respect and prayers to the first slave Lady Noir." Verde said with chipper enthusiasm as she clasped her hands together in a loose prayer gesture. "May I achieve better orgasms and impress the master just as you did." Verde prayed solemnly, half joking and half serious in her request. Fia was hardly pleased hearing her Mom being equal parts denigrated and venerated in such a manner in front of her.
