Page 11 of Arousing Family

They delivered her today.

The doorbell rang. I had to sign a clipboard. She walked inside, eyes downcast.

She came with no instructions.

She wore no clothing.

(Apparently, that costs extra, the cheap bastard.)

She's quite young, medium height, slender, brunette, blue eyes.

Creamy white skin, more northern European than Mediterranean.

Hasn't all her curves, yet, but I can tell she will, eventually.

She knelt in a posture of obedience and awaited my instructions.

"What is your name?"

She looked up at me, frightened, and then looked down, saying nothing.

"So, it's okay if I make you a name?"

She nodded her assent, still looking at the floor at my feet.

Let's leave that a bit, shall we? Can you read and write?

She nodded, yes.

"Okay, slave girl, you're going to have to speak until I tell you to be silent, so answer me, verbally, okay?"

"Yes, ma'am," then, "I can read and write."

"Now, get up off the floor. I'll tell you when to kneel, otherwise, I want you to attend me, standing."

"Yes, ma'am." She stood, eyes downcast.

"There's a book of baby names over by the desk. Go get it and come back."

She walked over, found the book (she can read), and walked back.

"Follow me to the bathroom."

She walked behind me, hesitantly, until we found the hall water closet.

"You can use the bathroom, now, if you need to, or later, anytime. "

"Thank you, ma'am. It was a long ride."

"Very well, close the door while you're using it and when you're finished, return to the parlor."

"Yes, ma'am."

I heard her use the restroom and wash her hands. I went back to the parlor and waited her return. In a few minutes, she came in and stood before me, eyes downcast, again.

"You're going to ruin your posture always looking down. Please adopt a more natural pose. It's okay to look about you. I will speak to you when I want something."

Finally, her head came up and I got to look into her eyes.

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