“I think I like that,” she said.
“All right then, Bess. You know the only way you’re going to get to see what the upstairs is like, don’t you?”
“Yes, Master,” she replied with an excited little wriggle.
“I have something in mind for your debut at the slave market. We have a little work to do to get ready.”
“Tell me what to do, Master,” she grinned.
***
It was early afternoon before they left their bungalow. Ron had relaxed in the small living room while his female had showered and brushed and groomed and puttered around in the bedroom putting together the ensemble she would wear to the slave market. He had been quite specific about what she would wear, and she’d had to take a scissors to some of her garments in order to get the right effect. He didn’t peek. He wanted to see her once
