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Money Well Spent (Master Machiavelli & Alexandria94)

As he led Morgan through the door she exhaled slowly so she hoped he wouldn't see how relieved she was that she was the only one. Inside she allowed her gaze to look up and take in her new lifestyle before answering him as he asked about her collar. It was clear to her that this man had money, and a lot of it. Everything was marble, or mahogany, and they were all polished perfectly. Lifting her hand up to her neck slowly, afraid he might strike out at her for rubbing it slightly.
"No Sir, we don't." She told him and she was determined to behave but she was so scared on the inside and she was fighting to not let it show.
 
The mansion was huge and ornate, with imported marble floors in the entryway which opened into a number of smaller rooms. In the center of the entry was a large curving staircase leading to the second floor. Gavin took the collar and kept it in his right hand as he watched Morgan take in her new surroundings. He saw the trepidation as she brought her hand towards her neck and he nodded lightly, letting his Pet that it was alright to rub the spots where the collar had chafed her tender skin.

"Good, I'm glad." Gavin commented as he watched her closely. She would learn everything he expected of her, everything he needed from his Pet in time. "I'll only use this when necessary my Pet. I think you'd be better suited for a more feminine collar, when you've earned it." He took a step towards a hallway off to the left and smiled. "Follow me." Her lessons would begin now that he had her in his home, and the first she needed to learn was obedience.
 
Morgan wanted to let her guard down, this man had done nothing to her if not get her out of a situation that could have gone even worse had someone else bought her. She was thankful that so far he was kind to her, and for that she was going to try her hardest to do what he wanted her to as long as it wasn't completely outrageous and ridiculous.
When he told her to follow him she was hesitant about it and a part of her wanted to run, knowing that the door and freedom were so close was getting to her but she knew he would easily catch her should she try it. Walking across the floors as her heels clicked she kept her eyes down cast afraid to look at him if he didn't tell her to. In her mind she thought about collars and wondered what exactly a feminine collar looked like.
 
They made their way down a long hallways decorated with expensive artwork until Gavin took a left turn into a large room. On the far side sat a huge executive desk, perhaps seven feet long or more. The walls were lined with rows and rows of neatly shelved books and across from his desk sat a large leather couch with a coffee table in front of it and a pair of upholstered chairs one on either side of the couch.

"Close the door behind you and then come over here." He ordered, Gavin's voice firm but even as he watched his new Pet, his eyes bright and sparkling.
 
Morgan took a deep breath once more and looked around the spacious room. It seemed to reek of money and power and it intimidated her more than she would have liked. As she stepped in the room she closed the door behind her, slowly, waiting for the knob to click into place. She could feel her heartbeat racing and was afraid that now she was in a closed room the 'sterotypical' master slave relationship would form and she was scared of that. Walking over to where he said to come to, she kept her eyes down and tried to keep her legs from shaking so much.
 
Gavin leaned against his desk casually, as if this was just another typical day for him. But it wasn't. His mind was racing, wondering just what he should do next. It was all new to him as well- a week ago it hadn't even dawned on him that he could actually buy a girl, and now here she stood in his office. His. He rubbed his chin slowly with his right hand as he contemplated what he might say or do next. She was beautiful, seemed smart and so far... compliant to his every order. Of course he hadn't ordered her to do anything too scary, at least not yet. With her eyes averted he spoke directly to her.

"Now we can begin your training." He started, the words he'd practiced so many times came from his mouth easily. "Your first lesson... is position and posture. Now your dress isn't going to be of much use in this lesson, so I want you to take it off and drape it carefully over that chair there." He pointed to the one nearest the girl. "Then I want you to come kneel here before me. Knees, shoulder width apart, and your hands clasped behind your back. When I instruct you to kneel- I expect you to do so immediately' without hesitation. Do you understand?" He thrust his hands into his pockets, feeling himself beginning to stir at the possibilities.
 
Morgan almost scoffed at the order, she had to bit back a retort; knowing if she would have said something there would be severe punishments to go along with it. She knew that here was the safest place for her and that was saying something in her situation.
She looked up to him slowly, a monotone "Yes Sir" coming out of her mouth as if she had no trouble saying it now, which having to admit it was easier to say sir than to say master. With a shaky hand she reached behind her and touched the zipper, her face starting to flush because she knew underneath it she wore only underwear and she doubted her hair would be able to cover all of her. Closing her eyes for a second she brought the zipper down, gasping slightly when the cold air hit her and went around her to cause her nipples to draw up into taut peaks.
Still avoiding his gaze she lowered the dress and stepped out of it. She quickly placed it over the chair and got down in front of him. Her position was as he asked and she felt so vulnerable in only her heels and underwear, more than she had the first time. With her hands behind her back she sat up straight, with her head down. She was glad that her hands were behind her because they were balled into shaking fists as she tried her best not to lose it in front of him.
 
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