Please let me introduce myself. My name is indigo. i live in a big city where life is hard and danger lurks around every corner. Threats are many, but my hunger for pleasure keeps me constantly seeking new scenes in the night. i am a shy submissive and usually look for outgoing people with dominant personalities. My voice is quiet, and i only speak when it is polite, or when i am asked to. i have caramel brown eyes and flowing wavy chestnut brown hair that falls just past my shoulders. I stand at 5'5" and weigh 105 lbs. My measurements are 34, 22, 34, and i wear a B-cup.
One particularly cold night i was roaming the streets alone. i was usually walking alone, avoiding someone or other, usually due to my commitment issues which i won't discuss here. i won't bore you with too many details, but i had recently been cursed by a former slave owner to prevent my escape. i wore leather straps with chain loops around my wrists, ankles, and thighs. i also wore a leather slave collar, of course. Out of a whim of particular cruelty, my owner also placed a headband of white fluffy bunny ears upon my head. He had already proven himself a magician by such feats impertinent to this story. Let me only say he was powerful and cruel, and i desperately wanted to get away. By a stroke of luck he died, but his curse remained. i could not ever remove my bondage straps, and on occasion the fake bunny ears even moved with my emotions. Any clothing i tried to place upon my white fluffy top and skirt and boots, all made of the same faux rabbit's fur, instantly became useless and fell to the floor. i think i counted myself lucky that the pink cotton panties he provided me were removable and not permanent. On this night after my owner's death i grabbed a red silk cape from his closet and dared to exit the mansion into the cold night.
Snow covered the sidewalks and streets, and i knew i had to get out of the cold soon. i went into the first bar i could find, tucked neatly into a back alley somewhere, but the sign called to me from the street. The Midnight Cabaret it was called. i hadn't ever seen it before, but it was cold, so i thought i might find some place to be warm for a while. inside the large bulky bouncer was turning away an attractive blond woman wearing a gray business suit. "Dress code," was all he said. The woman didn't put up much of a fight but only turned around, slipped past me, and left. Immediately i thought that surely i wouldn't be welcomed, and i looked down to the bare skin of my arms, tummy, and legs. But the bouncer had turned his attention my way, and he wasn't telling me to leave. Much to my surprise, he only asked for my I.D., and when he found that i was over 21, he let me in. |