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Yes Master (OnnaOtaku & MyNameIsNothing)

Terrance decided that they had talked enough for the time being. He sat back silently as he glanced out the window and saw that they were almost to his mansion. "Sandra, look out the window behind you and you'll see where you will be living from now on." He waited for her to turn around and hear her gasp in surprise. It was an enormous building, most of it white, with columns and arches that spread out over an expansive lawn.
 
The girl slowly turned around and her eyes widened. With a loud gasp, she raised herself up onto her knees and watched as the house came closer to her and the limo. "That's your home?" she asked softly, looking towards Terrance just a bit.
 
He nodded, grinning slightly. "That's right, and that's where you will be living now." he said, pleased to see that she was impressed. The driver pulled up to the main gate as it opened, taking them down the long driveway through the immense front lawn. A minute later they had stopped in front of the main entrance to the house. The driver got out and opened the door for the two of them. Terrance stepped out, offering Sandra his hand to help her out of the limo. "Welcome to your new home."
 
She came out, looking up towards the home. It seemed so grand and...something that she should never even look at. Her clothes were so...horrible compared to what she was now looking at. She felt so ashamed by just standing in that single spot.
 
Terrance took her by the hand and led her inside, ignoring her shyness. "This way, its time to see your new room and get you something nice to wear." he said, leading her up a grand staircase up to the second floor. He walked down the hall, still holding her hand, and stopped at a door. He opened it to reveal a lavishly furnished room. "Its all yours."
 
Sandra blinked inside, her eyes slowly moving around the room. She took a small step into the room, feeling the padded carpet under her nearly bare feet and stopped, looking down at it. "This is a-all mine?" she asked softly, moving slowly towards the large bed, hesitating to touch it.
 
He nodded. "I'll leave you here to look at everything. There are already plenty of clothes in the dresser and in the closets, so feel free to try things on. I'll be sending someone up to help you try on any clothes you would like." She would learn soon enough that everyone who worked for him, except for his driver, was a woman. He had ensured that they all enjoyed their decision to work for him, and he planned on using them to give Sandra a very positive view of her new master. "I'll be heading to my room while you get settled. I'll be sendin gthe doctor up to see you a little later." He turned to head off to the master bedroom.
 
Quickly, Sandra walked to the door after her master, trying to catch his attention quickly. "T-thank you," she softly told him as she looked towards him, only catching a quick glimpse of his back. "So much..." Before he could turn though, she turned back around and shut the door behind her with a soft thump. Her next step was to begin to explore what she had around her.
 
He stopped as she thanked him, a smile spreading over his face. He heard the door shut and kept walking until he reached a large set of finely decorated doors and opened one to step inside of his room. It was a massive room, with an equally massive bed. He walked over to the desk that sat in front of an enormous window. He sat down in the heavy chair and hit a button on the pager on his desk. "Diana, would you please go to the new bedroom and help our little friend as best you can?" He took his finger from the button and sat back in his chair, swiveling to look out on his back yard, which was even larger than the front. Everything was going well, it looked like things would work out very well indeed.
 
A few hours later, there was a soft knock on the man's bedroom door. Sandra had finished unpacking aka searching and now wanted to try to speak to her master. Now she just had to see if she could do it.
 
Terrance had taken care of a few phone calls and arranged a few business meetings while she explored. He was starting to think about asking the cooks to start preparing dinner when he heard a gentle knock on the door. He smiled, knowing that it had to be Sandra. "COme in my dear, its open." he said, waiting for her behind his desk.
 
Sandra gently pushed the door open and came into the room. She seemed slightly less shocked by the size of his own room. This was a normal space for her last few owners so she was used to coming into rooms like this. With a small smile, she quickly bowed her head before slowly moving towards Terrance's desk. "I-I'm here for my j-job," she told him softly, tugging gently at the dark black skirt she wore. One of the girls had forced her to change, almost changing Sandra herself, into something cuter and bandaging her wounds a bit before she could go see Terrance. The whole washing part was going to come later that night.
 
He smiled, seeing that she wore a very lovely outfit. He watched as she walked slowly up to his desk and spoke of her job. "Well Sandra, I had planned on giving you a few days to get settled before you got started on your duties here." He had wanted to make sure she was well and truly his first before assigning her job to her. "It seems unfair to make you start working after only just arriving here." he said with a smile.
 
She hesitated slightly before looking up to meet his eyes. "W-What should I do then?" she asked him softly. "If I don't work then...I don't have anything to do."

He smiled, seeing that she wore a very lovely outfit. He watched as she walked slowly up to his desk and spoke of her job. "Well Sandra, I had planned on giving you a few days to get settled before you got started on your duties here." He had wanted to make sure she was well and truly his first before assigning her job to her. "It seems unfair to make you start working after only just arriving here." he said with a smile.
 
He smiled at her, "Well I still need to learn what kinds of fabrics you want, and you can go ahead and start learning how to make some lovely clothes for yourself." He pressed down on the pager again. "Cindy, could you please wait until Sandra arrives in her room and be ready to take down whatever cloth she names and arrange to have plenty of each delivered as quickly as possible. Also, bring your sewing things, you are going to be teaching Sandra how to sew and make clothes for the time being."
 
Slowly, about half way though, she opened her mouth to argue but quickly looked down and nodded. "Yes master," she muttered before turning around to leave the room. This was certainly going to be difficult to get used to. But she knew her place from years of this and just accepted it, taking what she was told and leaving the room.
 
He watched her then called her back. "Sandra, come back here a moment." He was curious about something, and wanted to ask her . "What exactly is it that wanted to do as your work?" He had decided that it was best to know what it was she was skilled at, and in what areas she lacked knowledge, and would require instruction.
 
She stopped and entered the room again. "I can cook, clean and be used." With a small sigh, she watched him. "I'm not too good at much more, really."
 
He waved for her to come back over to his desk. "WHy not give me a few more details. What sort of things do you enjoy cooking? Do you like making meals, or do you prefer deserts and pastries? Do you enjoy doing a particular type of cleaning? What do you mean by used?" The last one he thought he knew for certain what the answer was, but he wanted to make sure, and find out, it in the right setting she might be less frightened by the prospect.
 
She took a few more steps closer until she was nearly up against the desk. "I cook a lot of meals, but I enjoy desserts," she told him, her voice barely changing." She paused and thought. "I clean whatever is needed." She paused just a minute. "For sex," she told him. "That's what I've always been used for."
 
He listened to her as she spoke, then leaned forward before speaking. "Well Sandra, I think in addition to learning how to sew and make dresses, I think I could arrange to have an expert pastry chef come in and teach you how make desserts that are to die for. Would you like that?" He had the feeling she would like it very much. He had one more thing to tell her, and this could make or break things for him.
 
With a slow but sure nod, a smile crossed her lips. "That would be great," she told him calmly, her body slowly rising up onto the balls of her gentle feet. "Thank you so much."
 
"Good. Now there is something I would like to talk to you about. I understand that you were used to please your other owner's sexual desires. Well, I cannot deny that i do plan on taking a similar approach. That being said, I don't plan on making you some sort of plaything to be used whenever I want. I plan on showing you how its more than just a way for some man to get off, but something deeply intimate and enjoyable." he doubted the men she had been with had used any sort of finesse in their love making. He planned to show her a side of sex she had never seen before, one with romance and equality.
 
Sandra blinked and paused. Slowly nodding, she began to understand what he meant. So it wasn't going to be like her last masters...that was a good thing. But it still worried her. How soon would he start this? And how many times would he make her do that sort of thing? Making sure they were all hidden from her face, she nodded.
 
He took her hand in his. "I think tomorrow I will show you what I am talking about. I promise I will be gentle and show you lots of things that I know you will come to enjoy if you will give it a try." He let go of her hand. "Thats all for now, go on to your room, and someone will be there to start your first sewing lesson."
 
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