Little Bear Girl - Episode 1

Anne Ludwig thought she had a pretty good idea of who she was. A strong, no-nonsense student. Except deep inside she has this strange desires. Desires to feel powerless, controlled, and preyed upon. She is very bored with everything in her life, and years for something more. But, it's like they say. Be careful what you wish for because you just might get it.



One suspicious perfume research leads her to a mysterious castle in a foreign country. She then finds out she was casted as a beta, and is awe with herself when she consents to sign away her life to strangers who promise to train her into a luxury sex slave.



Anne Ludwig thought she had a pretty good idea of who she was, and then it all comes down crashing. She is stripped away of her agency, treated like a pet, punished, poked and played with. And the craziest part? She enjoys it, relishes in it, and wants more.



"Shocking practices and bizarre preferences"



Everything started on Tuesday 8 November 2011 at 9.30 am. I know this so well because I have noted down my writing times regularly. For reasons of discipline. I wanted to write the novel "Little Bear Girl" according to schedule, just as one would do a job or make a dentist appointment.



What nonsense! Within a short time I could hardly wait to sit down in front of the computer. "5 a.m. start of writing" can be read in my notes or sometimes 2 a.m. and 3 a.m. of the night. I hated sleeping as well as disturbing visits from friends, acquaintances and relatives. That sounds a little sick and that's how it was.



But that's the way it is for adventurers. Those who row up the Orinoco or climb K2 need tunnel vision. In fact, I had a task that was incomparably harder. I had to assist the lovely Anne, my little bear girl, and at the same time help the rather messed up Adrian, my second main character, to his happiness. After all, I had pushed them both into this vicious and lustful world of the Magnus organisation.



But to be honest, I'm getting a bit full of words here. At some point Anne, Adrian and the rest of the weird troupe demoted me and took the reins of the trade into their own hands. From then on, I was only allowed to record how they loved, hated, whipped and fucked - and not too narrowly. Shocking practices and bizarre preferences they preferred. Politically, they are completely incorrect and when it comes to their lust, they care little about etiquette and morals.



So there is nothing for a man or woman to show their face in public. Thus Luca Berlin remains the pseudonym for a person who seems so well-behaved, respectable and bourgeois that one would never think he could have such a daring fantasy. Or perhaps they would?