Well, this is boring...
I sat in what felt like goo in a cramped spot for months now... I knew where I was. I was located in some woman's womb that will be my new mother. I am sure for obvious reasons, and I patiently waited for months with nothing to do but meditate. I picked up on this habit when I was a Mob boss to make sure I didn't make rash decisions when I was pissed. Some lackey would enviably screw the fuck up, and I would have to do clean up or order a dozen more people to do it correctly, and trying to do that while not in a clear mind is a recipe for more fuck ups.
Time rolling by, all I could do was a plan; as my new body formed, I reflected on the little information I got from what I guess was the god of hell or the devil. That opened more questions on what he was and was a waste of time, in my opinion, to actually try to figure out what was what in that.
First things first though is, I need to learn the local language. It's obvious, but it is important. I also need to know common sense, preferably from a higher social status. Being a slave to start would suck, but I need plans. If that is what happens, I have no idea about the social-economic situation that I will be entering.
All I can do is sit and wait until I actually am birthed...
After months of waiting, I finally feel movement and see the light. Relief flows through me, and I exit through the canal to enter the new world. The light is blinding after being in darkness and fluids while my body developed. A cloth is quickly wrapped around me as a hear the final grunt of my new mother passing me into this world.
As my eyes finally transition to the brightness, I can finally see the world around me, and in my face was startling.
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Welcome to the Dominatrix System.
Based on your previous reincarnation, a random system has been given to you, as is the will of all gods. All contestants have received a random System based on their previous reincarnation personality.
This system allows you to have power over others, using both pain and pleasure.
Congrats and welcome to your new life.
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It was interesting, to say the least. I quickly changed my mindset though I need to learn the status I had in this world. My heart dropped; my parents were clearly dirty. I assume my father is clearly low born and, frankly, doesn't look that good. His pale skin looks sickly, and calluses all over his hands from manual labor. His dirty hair is pasted this way, and that looks to be a shade of brown. He looks about average height, and I see two ears poking out from the top of his head.
I turn, and I see my mother, who looks beautiful but sickly too from malnutrition and just giving birth with sweat dripping down and the lingers of pain and relief. She also has two ears poking out of her head, and I notice a tail. The tail is striped in white and black, with various birth fluids staining it. The area is not clean; she has long legs and ample bosom around the double D's in cup size, I estimate.
The two say things to each other, clearly caring, but then I hear yelling just outside the room. A tall muscle man enters the dirty room we are in and yells at the two, and both are frightened. My father passes me to my mother and leaves in haste, following the muscle man out of the room. My heart drops. I knew it; I was a slave.