lipslikemorphine
Super-Earth
- Joined
- Feb 19, 2009
Kelsey sat in the back of the delivery truck, again. This was the third house in the last month she'd been dropped off at. Why didn't people like her? Was she a bad slave? She didn't think so, she did EVERYTHING they told her too. Sometimes to her own dislike but she did it. Well she sulked in her cage, the bracelets and collar hooked to heavy chains drapped across her chest and down to the bottom of the cage where a leash was coiled on the floor. She never understood how she had gotten into this, all she remembered was being taken from her parents and here she was being delivered to some old geizer. But now was different, she was going to a young ladies house. She had never had a woman master, or as they say: Misstress. She'd have to get use to that. When the truck came to a stop she walked out to see the glorious mansion, she didn't really walk. She was dragged from the truck and pushed up the stairs, as if they thought she wouldn't go willingly to get out of that damn truck. She heard the knock at the door and waited patiently.