Fuchsia Metamorphosis

"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.

"Are you here to offer your respects to our late goddess of slaves too Mistress Fia?" Verde asked with genuine curiosity. Fia was far from amused by the question.

"I told you before to stop calling me that. I am not your mistress in spite of whatever my Dad may have told you." Fia fumed. She was referring to when Thoma, in a tactless attempt to take care of his daughter after his wife passed, assigned Verde to be her personal servant and slave to do with as she pleased. Fia just found the gesture creepy and barely utilized the green slave's services offered to her, much to Verde's disappointment given her hopes that the young mistress might "play" with her.

"I'm not a bondage loving sadist like my father. Between me being normal and being treated as part of the background by my father, I frankly don't belong here. And that's why I'm leaving home tonight and starting over somewhere else." Fia concluded.

"I take that to mean you didn't like being tied up either? No sparks lit up when your parents gave you an intro into bondage?" Verde asked bluntly.

"What!? No! My parents never tied me up before! My father doesn't even look at me like that!" Fia shouted mortified by the insinuation. "He doesn't look at me at all..." Fia whispered crestfallen under her breath.

"Really? I'm surprised." Verde quipped in confusion. "You're really cute, and would probably pull off the Chateau de Thoma uniform well. I kinda just always assumed you were either being prepped to inherit the Chateau as the next mistress or being groomed to become a slave like the late Lady and the rest of us once you were legal. Oh! And I know it's belated, but happy 18th birthday by the way!" Verde said with a chipper smile.

Fia was disgusted. Both by Verde's assumption, and by the fact that the ditsy green slave remembered her birthday, but not her own father. Fed up, Fia readied herself to resume her departure. "Well this was a productive conversation." Fia said sarcastically. "Clearly I don't understand how sexual deviants think, nor will I likely ever, so I will just have to live with that lack of closure in my family. So goodbye, and enjoy the pegging Miss Verde." Fia said crudely as she began to walk away.

At that moment, a wry smile worked its way onto Verde's face. "If it's closure you're looking for, I might have something that can help." Verde said trying to get Fia's attention. Fia turned around, clearly interested. Having hooked her, Verde began reeling in.

"You said you have never experienced bondage before, right? Maybe the key here is you have to try it out for yourself before you can begin to understand why your mother and the rest of us threw ourselves into this life willingly, and why BDSM is such a passion for your father." Verde proposed with less than pure motives.

Fia was thrown off by the suggestion. "And how does getting trussed up help me get closure again?" Fia asked in equal parts disbelief and curiosity.

"It's simple!" Verde started. "Worst case scenario, you absolutely hate the experience and you can walk away from the Chateau fully vindicated in the belief we were always just a bunch of sick deviants not worthy of your time. Best case scenario, you get some enjoyment from the bondage experience and come to understand your father and his art a little better. Maybe even enough that you can finally bridge the gap between you two." Verde concluded trying to entice Fia to the rope.

Fia knew the logic behind Verde's argument was flawed, but there was still that part of her that hoped, no matter how small, that if there was some way to create some semblance of a real father-daughter relationship, that she would take it. Fia inhaled and exhaled several times, mulling the whole proposition in her head before giving in.

"Fine, you win. Just promise whatever happens next you won't tell my father. I'd rather he not get the wrong idea or get angry at me. Though if he did the latter at least it would show he actually cared..." Fia said apprehensively.

"Great! Just wait there a second. I need some things to get you all dolled up for the occasion!" Verde exclaimed excitedly as she rustled through some nearby boxes to procure the stuff she had in mind for her master's daughter.

Fia looked on nervously as Verde clearly was getting a little too elated by her permissibility. And rightly so given Verde returned to her with the signature black corset, boots, gauntlets, and Gwen hood the Chateau de Thoma was known for, as well as a bright pink slightly purplish catsuit.

"Is all that really necessary? I thought you were just going to tie me up a little?" Fia asked nervously.

"If we're going to do this, we need to do it right. The outfit is as much a part of our brand of BDSM as the restraints themselves. You'll need the full experience if you want to truly understand the world the master and I live in." Verde insisted, trying to keep Fia on board.

Fia sighed as she knew Verde was just going to keep getting pushier and that everything would get dragged out if she put up too much of a fight. "Oh! And be sure to strip down completely naked beforehand, otherwise the suit won't fit." Verde added as Fia took the bondage attire from her, rolling her eyes at the indignity she was about to face.

Fia removed her thick sweater and undershirt along with her pants until she was down to just her pink bra and panties, her bare flesh exposed to the seedy air around her. "You have cute taste in lingerie mistress. But those have to come off too!" Verde beamed excitedly.

But the comment just prompted a death glare from Fia as she slowly pulled down her panties, sending a clear message to the green gimp that she could still back out of this if she wanted to, so she should shut it. With Fia undoing her bra, she was now stark naked and feeling increasingly nervous with both the environment and the woman in front of her.

Verde was right on the money. Down to her bare skin, Fia truly was cute and very enticing to the eye, and she could not help but approach the young woman to get a closer look at her "goods". But Fia held out her palm and stopped her mid-step. "I can dress myself thank you!" Fia shouted already sensing dirty thoughts coming from Verde. Though disappointed, Verde complied and kept a respectable distance as Fia fumbled with the outfit and its accessories.

It took some concerted effort and gradual inching, but Fia was able to successfully slip into the skintight royal pink catsuit and zip herself up from the back, still feeling uneasy about the other precariously placed zipper that extended from crotch to ass.

She then carefully pushed her legs into the black leathery high-heeled boots, somewhat discomforted at the strain they put on her feet as she did the straps. She more easily slipped on the black gauntlets and actually liked their design from a fashion perspective now that she saw them up close. She could sense a strange feeling welling up inside herself all the while.

Verde meanwhile was dripping with anticipation seeing her master's daughter putting on the uniform of a Chateau submissive. So much so that she could not help but jump in for a little fun. Verde procured a roll of jet black tape from the nearby bondage supplies and tore off a rectangular strip while Fia was dressing with her back turned to her. Without warning Verde came at Fia from behind and pulled the adhesive strip over her mouth with both hands.

"MMMPPHH!?" Fia mumbled in shock as Verde smoothed the tape over her lips, gagging her. Verde then enthusiastically embraced Fia from behind, wrapping her arms around Fia's arms pinning and them to her sides.

"You have to let me lace up your hood! It's the quintessential Chateau de Thoma look, and it can be a pain to apply if you're not familiar with it!" Verde said excitedly as she ran her hands across Fia's nubile body, careful to appreciate her fine curves and assets.

But Fia yanked herself away from the horny green gremlin, clearly put off by the violation of personal space and sudden muting. She glared daggers at Verde, not even bothering to peel off the tape, making sure her menacing aura spoke louder than any muffled words.

Verde froze up upon sensing this, and was quick to automatically fall back on her submissive training. In the face of overwhelming authority, she apologized. "Sorry mistress! I did not mean to undermine your power!" Verde fearfully fumbled, not even realizing she called Fia "mistress" again.