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While The Manor was not the life of luxury, it was as close to it as a human could ever hope to have. The Manor was a large house that held servants prior to being sold, a good majority of which were females that were trained to serve in the house. From a young age they were raised to serve - cooking, cleaning, decoration, and entertainment were the skills they had to master before being able to be sold, and they were proficient with their duties.
But for those with interests in more than a maid that could sing, the owner of the Manor was willing to meet in secret and discuss terms of payment for an untouched female. And so it had come to be Ivy's fate, sold behind closed doors to an anonymous buyer who wanted her not for her ability to keep a house or cook a souffle, but her virginity and physical appearance.
Ivy was among the younger of her housemates, seventeen in body and fully blossomed into a woman. Her gangly features had smoothed out into vivacious curves and a bright personality, though she was reprimanded often for her sharp tongue. She had been given all of the proper training to be a lady of the home, but she had not been properly turned into a submissive. She was one of the few that had retained a sense of entitlement to respect, and it had made her life so far... Easier.
There was no preparing her for her new home, though they did the best they could. Their best was to brush her hair out until it shone like honey, her pale green eyes lightly lined with eyeliner to accent them. They gave her a fresh outfit, a small skirt and low-cut shirt that showed her curves. They gave her a bra that made her breasts look as if they were going to come from her shirt, which made her feel... Less. As if they were lying.
The drive to her new masters home was long, though it gave her time to muse over the personality of whom she was to serve. Perhaps he was a fox of some sort, wanting to have his house cleaned without hiring a service. She had heard many good things about those types. Her thoughts were diminished as they pulled up to the estate, an intimidating thing that caused butterflies to erupt in her stomach.
Her escorts opened the door for her, leading up a winding walkway to the house. The door was unlocked, and they let themselves in. Before leaving, a small envelope was slid into her hand, a wax seal of the symbol of the Manor keeping it closed. It was the bill of sale, and unknowingly to her, the guarantee of virginty.
Her fate in an envelope.
But for those with interests in more than a maid that could sing, the owner of the Manor was willing to meet in secret and discuss terms of payment for an untouched female. And so it had come to be Ivy's fate, sold behind closed doors to an anonymous buyer who wanted her not for her ability to keep a house or cook a souffle, but her virginity and physical appearance.
Ivy was among the younger of her housemates, seventeen in body and fully blossomed into a woman. Her gangly features had smoothed out into vivacious curves and a bright personality, though she was reprimanded often for her sharp tongue. She had been given all of the proper training to be a lady of the home, but she had not been properly turned into a submissive. She was one of the few that had retained a sense of entitlement to respect, and it had made her life so far... Easier.
There was no preparing her for her new home, though they did the best they could. Their best was to brush her hair out until it shone like honey, her pale green eyes lightly lined with eyeliner to accent them. They gave her a fresh outfit, a small skirt and low-cut shirt that showed her curves. They gave her a bra that made her breasts look as if they were going to come from her shirt, which made her feel... Less. As if they were lying.
The drive to her new masters home was long, though it gave her time to muse over the personality of whom she was to serve. Perhaps he was a fox of some sort, wanting to have his house cleaned without hiring a service. She had heard many good things about those types. Her thoughts were diminished as they pulled up to the estate, an intimidating thing that caused butterflies to erupt in her stomach.
Her escorts opened the door for her, leading up a winding walkway to the house. The door was unlocked, and they let themselves in. Before leaving, a small envelope was slid into her hand, a wax seal of the symbol of the Manor keeping it closed. It was the bill of sale, and unknowingly to her, the guarantee of virginty.
Her fate in an envelope.