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“Are you listening to me, girl?” he said, his voice rising.

She flinched. “Yes, Sir.”

“Repeat my last rule.”

“I won’t play with my…”

“I won’t play with my tits or my cunt, Sir,” he supplied, sounding aggravated.

“I won’t play with my tits or my cunt, Sir,” she repeated. She hated those words. They were filthy. But she was in no position to defy this man.

“Good. I will allow you to have covers on your bed as long as you keep your hands where I can see them at all times. If you can’t do so, I will take the blankets away.”

She wondered if he was going to let her wear clothes. She hadn’t worn a stitch of clothing in four months. Did he intend to have her maintaining his home while naked?

As if he had read her mind, he said, “You will find your uniforms hanging in the closet in your room. I expect you to wear your hair in high pigtails or braids every day—two of them. I know you are twenty-one, but you look very youthful. I like that. I don’t want you wearing some sort of bun suitable for a seventy-year-old woman. Pigtails or braids. There are hairbands in the drawer in your bathroom. The rest of your grooming supplies have also been provided. See that you take care of your teeth, wash your hair daily, and keep your pussy clean at all times. I’ll have someone come to wax it for you regularly. I’m also aware you’ve been given a birth control shot. We’ll maintain that. It will keep you from menstruating. Are you following me?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“If I have to repeat myself, you will be disciplined. Don’t let it happen.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“You will not speak unless I ask you a question. If you need clarification on something, you may come to me, stand in the wait position, and I will address you when I see fit. You will eat your meals in the kitchen after you have served me. As long as your body remains at this weight and condition, I will not monitor your food intake. When you cook for me, prepare enough for yourself, too.”

That was the biggest relief of all. He was going to let her eat more than just oatmeal and bland, tasteless protein supplements.

“The only furniture you will use in my home is the bed in your room. You will not sit on any chair or sofa without me directly asking you to do so. That includes the kitchen. You’ll eat standing at the counter. I won’t have you dripping pussy juice on my furniture. Understood?”

She inhaled sharply. It was hard to form words. “Yes, Sir,” she finally managed. How crude could he get? And what sort of uniforms had he left her? Apparently, nothing that would cover her private parts. Her hope on that front faded.

“Please lower to a collaring position, Lily,” he said calmly.

She gracefully lowered to her knees, leaned back on her heels, spread her knees wide, and clasped her hands behind her head. Keeping her gaze lowered, she made sure her elbows and shoulders were pulled back.

She hated presenting herself like this. She was forced to stare down at her raised breasts lewdly displayed. She’d tried to ignore her nudity in Master J’s care as much as possible. She hated being ordered to look at herself. It reminded her she was nothing more than a slave. An object. A possession. And now, she would be Master Vanderbilt’s service slave.

He still hadn’t mentioned sex.

“So lovely, Lily.” His voice was breathy. “If you’re a good girl and do as you’re told, we’ll get along fine. I expect you to clean and work as often as possible in whatever room I’m currently in. You’ll do so because it pleases me to look at you. If you’re a hard worker and don’t get into trouble, I will grant you breaks from time to time when you may rest in one of the positions you’ve been trained to assume. I’m fond of this one. I’ll like it better when you’re wearing your hair on top of your head in pigtails. I bet your hair will graze your nipples.”

She was trembling, but he didn’t comment. In fact, he was quiet for a very long time. She could hear the ticking of a grandfather clock somewhere nearby. She didn’t look at him directly, but she was aware his only movement was one hand rubbing his chin as he sat in the same position, legs crossed, lounging back comfortably.

Meanwhile, Roselia was not comfortable. Her muscles were strained. Her arms began to ache from holding them upright.

Suddenly he spoke again, his voice low and calm as though he was commenting on tomorrow’s weather forecast. “I’m pondering the ways I will most likely discipline you. Mmm.”

She pursed her lips.

“I don’t think you will enjoy having your titties spanked, so I’ll carry a crop with me and use that most often. I doubt you’ll like having your pussy swatted either. Mmm. I wonder if you’ll be able to hold your legs open wide for me when you require me to spank your pussy or if I’ll need to restrain you.”

Don’t cry. Don’t cry. Don’t cry.

“Mmm.” Finally, he pushed to standing. “I guess we’ll figure out what forms of discipline best get your attention as we go along, huh?”

Her breath hitched. Was she supposed to answer?

He strode to her, tipped her head back with his fingers on her chin, and lifted a brow.

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