Disclaimer: This is a work of erotic fiction. It features non-consensual scenarios of BDSM and slavery. Real BDSM is based on trust and communication. It is safe, sane, and consensual. The events in this story are none of these things. If this does not appeal to you, do not read. The author does not condone the behavior in this story in any way.

Hannah Blaise is an entirely fictional character who is not based on any existing individual. Any resemblance she bears to a real person or persons is unintended and accidental.

Let people know where you're going, folks.

Anyway, I had this idea yesterday and spent a longer chunk of the past 24 hours than I would have liked getting it close to what I imagined. Trimming off some unneeded fluff, etc. It's not super polished, but it's straight from my head.

The basic idea of a celebrity slave owner has been in my head for awhile, so chances are that Hannah Blaise is going to become one of my recurring dommes, or at least show up every once in awhile. A cameo at future auctions, that kind of thing.

We've all fantasized about our celebrity crushes at some point, but I personally draw the line at making stories (or art) of real people. It just makes me a little uncomfortable. So my solution was to make up a celebrity of my own! And I can thank cotinusa for showing me how it's done with her five-part Showstopper story. This probably wouldn't exist without that (though bear in mind that the celebrity is the slave and not the slave-owner in that one).

Also, for anyone whose read my Kraken Club stuff (like the story I posted the day before this one), know that the Club are NOT Miss Blaise's slaver sponsors. This is a different organization that's been slowly taking shape in my head. They showed up in one of my kinktober series from last year.