“We get to sleep in beds…”

“Yeah, it kinda sucks that we don’t all get our own, I know.” Zenna made the bed for us, having gotten used to doing it every night anyways. “But I don’t mind sharing with you, really.”

How and why were they all so nice and helpful to me? It didn’t seem right- they don’t know anything about me.

“I get to sleep in an actual bed for a change…”

Zenna smiled at that, she had a very pretty smile after all. She was a very pretty girl, they all were.

Darcey’s smile was a little bit unfortunate, but she was still really cute. Her teeth were more than just crooked, they were malformed, with one of her teeth poking through her top gum above where teeth normally ought to be. She had a sort of disheveled look about her, her hair was messy and all over the place, and it almost reached her shoulders. Her hair was blonde, not dirty blonde like Claudia, platinum blonde like Candace, or ordinary blonde like Cyrus- but dyed blonde and always in her face. She wasn’t very smart, you could tell that by just looking at her- her dyed blonde hair even helped make her look the part of a bimbo.

Her hair was clearly meant to be a natural brown, she had deep dark brown eyes and brown eyebrows, the left of which was pierced with a single stud, trying to mask over the fact that she was missing a part of one of her eyebrows. But she was cute and there was no denying that. She had a fairly thin and flat nose, and red patches of skin on her face which looked very scratchy, and almost like she was a doll who had been stitched together with fabric of different colors.

In contrast, Autumn looked fairly robotic. Her teeth were straight and uniform, almost scarily so, even her normally sharp canines and incisors looked fairly dull, almost shiny. Her skin was almost shiny too, with no sign of even the slightest of skin irregularities. She had a much more angular, almost pointy nose, and her eyebrows were quite thin, which made it seem like she was either feeling or showing very little emotion at all.

Her robotic emotionless nature certainly wasn’t helped by the fact that she didn’t seem to blink very often, she had very pretty eyes though, bright emerald green. And when she did blink you could see a very small mole on the bottom eyelid of her left eye, which likely contributed to the fact that she didn’t blink very often. Her hair was equally uniform too, with a light brown french braid that hung straight down the length of her back, all the way down to her knees- ending exactly at her knees.

And finally, Zenna was very pretty, as well as the most distinct looking of the three of them. Her head of dark brown hair reached down past her shoulders, except on the left side of her head, which was shaved down- with the symbol of a four leaf clover shaved into the side of her head. But what hair was there was a mane, a fluffy, healthy, luxurious mane. It was just too bad that the rest of her face didn’t seem to be as well taken care of as her hair was. Because despite her intimidating appearance, she seemed to be kind of a scaredy cat.

For starters, she had a very round nose, thicker and sharper eyebrows than either of the other girls had, as well as teeth sharper and more dangerous than either of the other girls too. She looked scary and intimidating for sure, but you could tell that she really wasn’t- she was kind of a wuss. She walked around all day letting a five year old lead her by the hand and tell her what to do, she was too scared to put her foot down on anything at all, and it looked like she often ended up getting punished anyways. She had a scar on her top lip from where it had obviously been gashed open once upon a time, and under that hair that hung over the right side of her face, she had quite a few bruises. Zenna clearly wasn’t one who was good at standing up for herself.

“Bedtime, girls. Let’s go~”

We were being scolded by one of our master’s flying monkeys. This was apparently Claudia’s enforcer, Nell. She had only said their name once, but I had made sure not to forget it like I had forgotten when Candace said her sister’s name.

I belong to Candace’s sister, not Candace. Was really the only thought in my mind at this time of night, I really needed to get some sleep, and I didn’t have the energy to figure out whether Nell was a boy or girl, let alone to argue with them. So the four of us nodded our agreement, and watched as they closed the door to our room and locked us inside for the night.

“Nell will come and get us in the morning when it’s time to start working.” Zenna smiled, climbing into bed and making room for me. “Well, not you obviously, Master told you to sleep in tomorrow morning, but usually Nell will come get us~”

“Will they help me get my… uniform… too?” I had noticed that it was Nell who had taken the uniforms off of the other slaves before we had started settling into bed, and I was wondering what the story behind that was.

“Maybe!!” Zenna giggled. “Nell is just the best at helping us get them on and off properly is all~”

“That makes sense.” I sighed, climbing into bed next to Zenna. I didn’t know her, and I didn’t really trust her to not kill me in my sleep, but it was my only chance to sleep in an actual bed- and I slept in bed with Candace St. Clair, didn’t I? “Goodnight.”

“Goodnight, Chloe!!!”

“Goodnight, Chloe…”

“Goodnight, Chloe~”

In one last show of how sweet the three of them were, they all couldn’t help themselves but to wish me goodnight in their own unique little ways.

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How did I sleep through them all waking up?

I climbed out of bed, examining the room around me- empty. Darcey, Autumn, and Zenna had already woken up and gotten to work by the time I was out of bed, and unlike last time they weren’t here to wish me a good morning, which I was a little bit thankful for. I was glad that they were being so nice to me, but it was a little bit overwhelming, and I shouldn’t be sleeping in a bedroom with three other women anyways.

Do you think they’re all gay too?

I didn’t know who I was asking, I was just asking in my head, wondering to myself. This room was much nicer than the cell that Candace gave me by a long shot, even taking into consideration that I had to share it with three other girls.

Does she really trust me so blindly that she thought it was a good idea to leave me alone?

It didn’t seem to make much sense, but I distinctly remembered seeing that Claudia hadn’t been wearing the controller to my collar that had been given to her last night, she had been relying on that fancy cane of hers.

Am I really stupid enough to make an escape attempt?

I didn’t know her capabilities, I didn’t know whether escape was even going to be possible, or where I would go if I did manage it- but it was still an option to try. I had never actually stopped formulating a plan to escape Candace after all, I just needed to start over with her sister.

And that begins with figuring out more about her house.

Unlocked. I turned the handle to the door to confirm that it was unlocked, and it was.

Alright, what else do we have here?

I turned back away from the door to examine the rest of our bedroom. It was kind of narrow in width, but it was much longer than that, a lot more rectangular than square. Across from the door back out into the hallway enough, on the other side of the length of this room, was oddly enough, another door.

Where does that go?

It should have been obvious to any normal person living in any normal bedroom that the answer was obvious, but not to me. It was a bathroom, of course it was a bathroom. You can’t just lock four girls up in one carpeted bedroom overnight and not give them access to a bathroom, that was a little too much to ask for. But nevertheless, I appreciated it immensely, having a bathroom connected to my cell was something I had never even dreamed of when I lived with Candace.

I exited the bathroom once I was done powdering my nose, and I turned to the right. The room was actually kind of shaped like the letter L, and there was a small little alcove off to the side of one end, and another door.

Unlike my cell back at home- err, with Candace- this one had a window, but looking inside was enough to be able to tell that it was most definitely a cell. The door did open up too, and unlike my old cell, it didn’t lock behind me. But unlike my old cell, there was still somehow another door on the other side of the cell, but this one was neither unlocked nor did it have a window to peer inside of it. Dead end, drat.

There was only one way to go from here, back out into the hallway, now that I had exhausted my other options. I wasn’t going to avoid Claudia per say, but I wasn’t going to go looking for her either, but if she asked- I totally was looking for her.

Immediately turning right in the hallway took me to a dead end and another door, locked. I’ll have to go the other way- and there it was.

The ballroom. It was absolutely massive, filled to the brim with extremely fancy furniture, paintings, fireplaces on either end, tables, chairs, sofas, televisions, it was extremely overwhelming. There was even a balcony on the second floor that allowed one to look into the ballroom from above, it just unfortunately came at the cost of losing a lot of floor space on the second floor, which I guess is her prerogative.

Connected to the ballroom was her massive dining room, which we had eaten in last night. There was no door separating the two, just a massive, open, and very fancy archway. But above that archway was a set of portraits. One of Claudia on the right, one of her wife on the life, and one of their daughter in the very middle.

I kept myself wrapped in the blanket which I had stolen off the bed and I stepped inside of the ballroom, admiring it in all of its beauty.

Opposite the dining room, on the other side of the ballroom, was the foyer. But on either side of the ballroom hung two other portraits. On the left side of the ballroom hung a portrait of her mother, Lilith, over the fireplace. Across from that of course, on the right side of the ballroom, was a portrait of her father, Cardinal- the head of their family and the reason I had been taken away from Candace- on the opposite wall from her mother’s portrait.

It took me a moment to realize it, but that portrait of her father was on the other side of the very same wall from our bedroom, and that made my stomach churn. Whatever, I tried to ignore it and move on, walking across the ballroom away from where I had started, until I got closer to the doorway into another hallway and noticed that there was a much smaller portrait of Claudia’s brother- Cyrus.

I whipped around as fast as I could and sure enough, there it was, exactly across the wall from the portrait of Cyrus on the wall next to his mother, was a portrait of their little sister Candace, on the very same wall as the painting of her father. Which meant that it was also on the other side of my new bedroom wall.

Damn it. I’m never going to escape her.

If you step into the house from the foyer, you’ll reach the ballroom, and on the other end of the ballroom was the dining room. Just before you reached the dining room however, was a hallway that ran perpendicular to the entryway, and attached to that hallway off to the right was the bedroom designated for Claudia’s slaves. So what’s off to the left of the ballroom?

“Well hello there, dear.” It was a woman’s voice, one that most certainly wasn’t Claudia’s, but one that I somehow recognized. “What in the world are you doing here?”

“Miss Mariam. My apologies… I-” That was her last name, Mariam. Lilith Mariam. I wasn’t staring at a portrait of Claudia’s mother, I was actually staring at Claudia’s mother as she sat down on the couch of a rather impressive side room. “Please don’t tell Candace…”

“Is Candace here with you, then?” Oh no. She didn’t know, and I couldn’t have her letting her daughter know who I used to belong to.

“Please don’t mention her name, Ma’am.” I bit my lip, desperately lowering my gaze to show her respect. “Miss Claudia doesn’t know…”

“Miss Claudia doesn’t know what, sweetie?” I quickly looked up, seeing Claudia stepping into the room from the other end.

“N-nothing, Master.” I bit my lip and took a deep breath, quickly making my way over to her. “You just don’t know what to do with me yet… that’s all…”

“Well before I can do anything with you I need to get that cute little body of yours into a uniform~”

“Yes, Ma’am. Of course~!!”

“But first-” Claudia smiled, turning to her mother and tossing something across the room straight at Lilith. “If you’re going to smoke that, take it outside this time, please?”

Lilith smiled at her daughter as she slowly stuffed the package straight into her jacket pocket so that she could get up. She might not have been a decrepit woman just yet, but she was still old enough to need help to her feet. She’s in her very early sixties, if I had to place an exact guess, 61. So I did what any helpful slave would do to help her master’s elderly mother, I darted to her side and took her by the arm, slowly and safely helping her up off of the sofa and back onto her feet.

“Here, let me-” I smiled, eagerly doing what I thought was right, and my master seemed to appreciate it. As soon as I made eye contact with her she smiled back at me, nodding in approval as I helped Lilith to the door.

She had a cane just like her daughter’s, but unlike her daughter, Lilith had a prosthetic leg attached to her left knee, something which I hadn’t noticed about her when I first met her. “See dearie, I told you the girl was a doll, did I not?”

“Pardon?” Claudia responded.

“Oh nothing, just make sure the slave doesn’t run out the door after me.” Lilith smiled, having to reach up to pat her daughter’s shoulder as she headed for the door behind Claudia.

And Claudia did just that, motioning me towards her with one finger to make sure I was within arm’s reach of her.

The door out of the room seemed to lead into a little vestibule, a small room between the exterior door leading into a building and the doors leading into the rest of the building. It’s why a lot of buildings have two sets of doors, largely to help regulate temperature, but in this case it also helped to make escape more difficult for slaves.

“Have you met my mother before, Chloe?”

“Not that I can remember, Ma’am.” Lying. I didn’t exactly like to lie, but I did like to think that I was pretty good at it.

“Right, well this way is to my office.” She pointed at the door that her mother had left through, and began to lead me there. But instead of heading outside, she began heading across the vestibule towards another door into the building, presumably into her office.

But I stopped, frozen inside of the vestibule as I looked outside, towards freedom. Lilith was out there, leaning against the outside wall of the house for support as she smoked.

“Is something the matter, girl?” Claudia tapped me on the shoulder, snapping me out of it.

I looked up towards her and then back towards her mother, staring outside. “It’s nothing, Ma’am. I just… haven’t been outside in ages.”

“We’ll get to that eventually I’m sure, hell maybe we’ll even get to go swimming eventually, I had meant to go to the beach this summer, but never really got the chance.”

“That sounds nice, Ma’am.” Maybe if she would take me to the beach I would be able to swim away to freedom. “It’s October, right? It’s not too late is it?”

“Chloe.” Claudia pointed me towards the door to her office, her hand on my lower back as she gently nudged me inside. “Come on, inside~”

“Yes, Ma’am.” I shot one more glance out the window at her mother, watching her exhale a lung full of gas again, it wasn’t smoke as far as I could tell, but I didn’t know what it was. “I’m sorry for speaking out of line…”

“Patience is a two way street, I suppose.” She helped me take a seat, still too early in the morning to get upset.

“Thank you, Ma’am… I’ll be more respectful.”

“Very good~”

Her office was a pretty big room, not quite as large as the sitting room we had just left, but certainly not small. I was highly tempted to dash back out of the room and head outside as she walked across the room to her desk, but I stayed still and behaved.

“Do you know what this is, slave?” She held up a bundle of what looked like leather gear.

“Is it my uniform, Ma’am?” I hadn’t seen much of the other girls in their uniforms, but they were certainly pretty to look at.

“That it is indeed~” She tapped her cane once on the floor before setting it aside. “Up.”

As soon as I heard the thump of her cane on the floor I was on my feet, still completely naked in front of her like I had been since I had gotten here. “Where should I put my hands?”

“Hold them above your breasts, cutie~” Claudia smiled, watching me do so before turning me around, gently feeling my skin as she ran her hands over my sides.

The intense gentleness that followed was something that I couldn’t quite bear. She was a larger woman, my life was now filled with larger women, not only in size but in power.

Something was wrong here. This should hurt, this should feel uncomfortable, this should make me tremble. But it wasn’t, and that scared me.

She doesn’t see me as a threat.

It was plain and simple, I posed no danger or threat to her. She didn’t feel the need to have security measures in place to keep me from hurting her, because unlike Candace, she was confident that I couldn’t hurt a hair on her head even if I tried.

“Why are you getting so close, Ma’am?”

I felt offended, appalled that she would treat me so innocently, as if I was nothing at all to her. I’m not nothing, I could do some serious damage if I really tried, just like I had done with her sister. What exactly possessed her to so underestimate me- or overestimate herself?

“Are you not afraid of me lashing out?”

“Are you thinking of lashing out, Chloe?” She asked, but even as she entertained the idea her touch remained the same, firmly gentle- controlling and confident.

“I’m just thinking hypothetically, Ma’am. I would never-”

“Weak.” I could feel the creeping terror of her fingers curling into the skin of my waist, revealing that oh so terrible truth that lied in the void between her and I. “You’re stupid and weak.”

Putty in her hands, that’s what she was playing with. Not a human, but a slave.

“You’re stupid and weak, you know this.” Playing, she was playing now, kneading the folds of my sides with her fingers and her knuckles as she dug deeper and deeper, making her presence known within me. “I can call you these things and more yet you will not raise a finger against me, not here, not now, not ever- and that’s not simply an order, that’s an unavoidable truth of your existence.”

Claudia pressed further with her words, having a power in her touch and in her words that could not be contradicted. Yet there were still no words within me to bite back with. Fear could keep a creature in line, and bondage could keep them in place, but Claudia needed neither of these.

“I can read your mind, Chloe. You know you’re no threat to me, so don’t pretend to be.”

“I’m not pretending.” I fell into her, her claws firmly planted into my waist. “The last time my master underestimated me, I drew blood.”

“I’m sure you did.” Her touch was still firm and strong. Undeterred. “But I’m no weakling like your last master-”

“My last master was not weak!!”

“Maybe not in strength, but in mind and heart- yes, she was.” She pried her claws out of me, drawing blood of her own with her nails to show what she was capable and unafraid of doing. “Listen and listen good, Chloe. Because this might just save your life-”

“You know what you are. I know what you are. A lost slave still in love with her first master, struggling to see her for what she really was, refusing to see yourself for what you really are-”

“Don’t underestimate me.”

“I’m not underestimating you, Chloe. This isn’t me refusing to believe that you could harm me, because there are about a million methods in this room alone through which you could kill me outright. This-”

She gently placed her hands back onto my skin, pressuring them just enough to keep the scratches from continuing to bleed, but refraining from causing any further damage.

“This isn’t me thinking that you wouldn’t harm me, this is me trusting that you won’t.”

It felt like a million tiny needles were digging their way into my skin as she said that, letting her words destroy me. In just a few seconds my skin was covered in goosebumps.

“Why would you trust me so blindly?”

“Because it’s not as blind as you might think… after all, the quickest way to break you is to let you break yourself… and then I’ll have you forever.”

“But why-”

“Anything and everything that happened between you and your previous owner no longer matters, and it will never matter again. Whoever she was, whoever she is- I don’t care… so I’m not going to ask. I don’t want to know.”

“She’s not weak-”

“Any master who would let go of their slave is weak, Chloe. I have had many many many slaves die at my hands, but I have always held on to a part of them… I always cherish them forever.” She took her hands off of me, leaving me frozen there as she retrieved my uniform. “Any master who is too sentimental to kill their slaves, or let them fall into the hands of a new owner, is weak. Chloe. Your last master is weak, just like you.”

She held up a chocolate brown leather corset, wrapping it around me perfectly casually as she continued to speak, tightening it onto my waist and cinching it shut, tying it off in the back. The corset concealed my waist and my waist alone, leaving my breasts completely exposed.

“Whoever she was, she doesn’t love you, and she never did- or else she wouldn’t have let you go.” She ran her fingers over the corset, getting dangerously close to my breasts, but never quite getting there. “And if you really loved her, you would have done everything in your power to stay with her, but you didn’t… so you don’t.”

“Ma’am, I-”

“I’ve told you this once already, and I’ll say it again… but make sure this is the last time I ever have to do so.” Thump. Her cane landed on the hardwood floor again, quickly silencing me. “Whoever she was, she can’t reach you anymore, I’m your world now… and you can trust me to never let go of you like she did.”

This was a kind of abuse that I had never suffered from Candace. A lack of cruelty at her hands.

“You can’t trust me, Ma’am… I can’t handle your trust…”

“Sure you can.” She smiled, turning me back around to face her. “Now let’s get the rest of your uniform on you~”

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I was like a puppet in her hands, doing exactly as I was told, letting her dress me up like a doll.

The rest of my uniform was composed of a pair of thigh high fishnet stockings, which had the effect of appearing to be the same color as the rest of my uniform. Along with it was a matching garter belt, which sat at my hips with a frilly translucent skirt attached, barely concealing my vagina. There was a pair of fingerless fishnet gloves as well, which reached past my elbows.

“Hands above your tits, doll. Keep them out of my way.”

They worked well and looked nice together, but there was one final piece to pull it all together.

My fingers were trembling as she brought them closer to my still exposed breasts, made to look even rounder than they usually did thanks to my corset.

I let out a painful sigh of indignation as she attached them to my areola, like tiny little bear traps clamping down on my nipples, featuring a single bronze chain that hung between them.

Claudia admired the nipple clamps, twisting and tightening them onto me as she extracted more humiliated moans, desperate for her to stop, but unable to stop her.

“There, how does that feel?”

“Awful.” I had angry tears in the corners of my eyes as I stared up at her, unable to bring myself to smile. “They feel awful, Ma’am.”

“Good~” She smirked, forcing the angry look on my face into a defeated scowl as she yanked on the chain between the clamps, pulling on my nipples.

My jaws flew open, a silhouette against the backdrop of day as a silent scream escaped from me, instantly dropping to my knees in pain. But the most evil sensation of all wasn’t the pain of almost getting my nipples ripped right off of my body, but the feeling of the clamps digging back into me after it was over, as if nothing had happened at all.

She lowered herself to her own knees next to me, gently rubbing my upper back as I struggled to breathe. “Something to say, girl?”

I shook my head desperately, the angry tears dripping onto the floor beneath me as I pleaded, leaning into her for support as I reeled. “No, Ma’am… I’m sorry…”

“The first one is always one of the worst, but you’ll get used to it.” She rolled up her sleeve and grabbed my palm, holding my hand with hers and letting me squeeze for support. “You’ll get used to it here, I promise.”

“Why…” I squeezed her hand as hard as I could, not trying to hurt her, but for support. She was right, I was no threat to her, at least not right now. “Why do you want me?”

“I don’t really know, dear. It is a little unnatural I think.” She ran her fingers through my hair, gently petting my head. “You know I used to hate little fags like you~”

“H-huh?” I squinted at her, glaring up at her beside me. “Wh-what?”

“But I guess nowadays I have a thing for little gay girls.” She sighed, admiring my pretty little body. “I blame Josephine~”

“J-Josephine?” I took a deep breath, trying to compose myself. “Is she my… other master?”

“Right. You haven’t met her yet, have you?” She grinned, pulling me to my feet by the hand. “Would you like to?”

“Yes, Ma’am. Please…” I didn’t know why I was saying that, I didn’t really care, it just felt like the correct thing to say.

She continued to hold onto me, leading me by the hand out of her office via the vestibule again, back into the sitting room, heading towards the other end of the house. I dragged my feet, trying to slow us down, but it unfortunately didn’t do very much.

“Do you know what a dumbwaiter is, girl?” I stepped back inside the slave bedroom first, being led towards the small cell that I had discovered this morning.

“A dumbwaiter is a small freight elevator for delivering food, isn’t it, Ma’am?”

“That it is, but we use ours for delivering slaves to our bedroom~” She smiled, opening the door into the cell and following me to the locked door on the other side.

“Is that what that is?” I bit my lip, watching her open the door for me to step inside of the small wooden elevator. “You have an elevator attached to our room?

“Connecting your bedroom to my own, yes.” She stood outside of the door, leading me inside of it alone. “Up you go, slave.”

“Are you not coming with me, Ma’am?”

“I’m afraid not. I have work to do and my mother is currently getting high~”

“Can I not just stay with you, Miss?” I found myself protesting this at the last moment. “I’m sorry for misbehaving earlier, I won’t do it again-”

“I forgive you, darling. But I asked if you wanted to meet my wife, and you said yes, so off you go~”

“I thought you were going to be coming with me-”

“But this is going to make a much bigger first impression.” She smirked. “Why, are you shy?”

“I’m not shy… I’m just-”

“Nervous and scared, yes. I can see that.” She tapped her foot impatiently, pointing her cane at me and forcing my backwards into the tiny cramped little elevator so that she could close the door. “But I want you to meet my wife, and that’s an order.”

Right… Come on, Chloe. What’s the matter with you? I sighed under my breath, bowing for her in submission. In the heat of how nicely she had been treating me, I almost forgot that I was a slave. “Yes, Master. Good luck with your mother.”

Going up. Claudia didn’t say another word after that, she simply pressed a button and sent the dumbwaiter crawling its way upstairs with me inside of it.

I shut my eyes and leaned my back against the wall, balling my hands into fists, months worth of anger bottled up inside of me, unable to escape. I slammed my hands against the wall, trying to unleash my sleeping fury. I only had a few moments to myself, but they were sacred to me. The few moments I could get to myself where I was completely alone were always going to be my lifeline, how I kept myself sane.

This isn’t fair, this isn’t fair, this isn’t fair!!!

I pounded my knuckles against the wall, not making so much as a dent, luckily. At least when I was with Candace, I felt like there was meaning to it all, like it wasn’t just bad luck, it was fate. But now I just felt lost, useless, angry. My life no longer had meaning, and that was what hurt the most.

There was no rhyme or reason to finding myself in her claws, it was all meaningless and random, bad luck and circumstance. There was nothing there, at least Candace and I had a history together, but not Claudia. I didn’t know Claudia, and I probably never really would.

Ca-chunk. The small elevator finished its ascent, landing on the top floor and ejecting me into my master’s bedroom.

Holy shit, is that… me?

I blinked in disbelief, staring off at her on the bed, like looking in a mirror. Whoever she was, she looked just like me. “I… excuse me?”

She hadn’t noticed me yet. She was just laying there reading a magazine and relaxing, wrapped in a bundle of blankets. But as soon as she heard me speak, she looked up. “Hmm?”

I whimpered quietly as I stepped into the room, slowly walking towards her. “Master wanted me to, umm- come in and meet you?”

She squinted at me for a few moments, her cheeks slowly turning pink as she set her magazine aside and fetched her glasses from off of the bedside table to get a better look at me. “Oh… well hello there~”

“H-hello~” I waved awkwardly, trying to stand up straight, keeping my gaze down. “Is there anything I can do for you, Miss-”

“Josephine.” She smiled, beckoning for me to come even closer than I already was. “And you can start by introducing yourself~”

“I’m Ms. Mariam’s new slave… my name’s Chloe.” I couldn’t get much closer than climbing in bed with her, so I did, watching her make room on the king size mattress for me. “It’s nice to meet you-”

Way to go, moron. You were supposed to make a good first impression- not whatever the fuck this is.

“Well I’m afraid this is a little awkward, I’m not exactly wearing pants under here-” The woman, Josephine, didn’t just look like me, she acted just as awkward as I did, if not more. “I hope that’s alright with you~”

“That’s just fine, Ma’am. Really.” I sighed, smiling at her, unsure of what to do with myself. “If I’m interrupting something, I can just-”

“Do you know any tricks, Chloe?” She interrupted me, tossing her magazine into the drawer next to her, no longer having a use for it.

“Excuse me, Ma’am?”

“My wife said you were like a show dog, right?” The look in her eyes slowly turned from intrigued to hungry, and I knew exactly what that meant. “She just won’t stop talking about you, you know~”

“I… I know lots of tricks, Ma’am~” I smiled, blushing ever so slightly. Honestly, I never thought being flirted with by someone who looked just like me would be so exciting before. “Would you like me to show you some?”

“I mean you did kind of… interrupt me~” She got all flustered, looking away from me and giggling under her breath.

Oh… so that’s why this is so awkward…

My face quickly turned bright red as I stared into her eyes, for once getting extremely embarrassed on someone else’s behalf. “I… I didn’t realize you were-”

“Masturbating?” She chuckled. “Yeah, rich upper class aristocrats masturbate too, fun fact.”

“Should I head back downstairs then, Miss?”

“I think you should do the opposite of that, Chloe.” She smirked, her face overcome with a condescending smile as she eyed me expectantly. “Never stepped face first into a room if you’re not prepared to serve, lovely~”

I didn’t even know who this woman was, but honestly, even sex would be better than having to blindly stumble my way through any more awkward conversations with her, even if she was also being a lot softer on me than I wished she would.

Why are they all being so unnecessarily nice to me??? It doesn’t make sense??? I hate this???

I didn’t want softness, I wanted a firm, strong grasp to take control of me and command my every thought and movement- and Josephine wasn’t that, at least from what I was now seeing of her. I’m sure there were slaves out there who would love having a master like her, but amazingly, I wasn’t one of them.

If she’s not going to be tough on me… then maybe I can be tough on her~

It was time to make a statement. Claudia underestimated me, and I was growing to hate that. If I wanted her to see me as anything more than a weakling, I needed to prove myself to her, and unbeknownst to her, she gave me just what I needed to do just that.

“Spread your legs, Ma’am.”

I may have addressed her with a title, but my tone was anything but respectful, and she could tell. Still, it was what it was, my way of trying to assert myself within my own space. No more awkward talking, no doing tricks like a dog for her, if she wants sex from me she’ll get it. But she’ll get it in whatever form I was willing to give it to her.

She was surprised to hear me using such a firm tone with her, but she didn’t seem to know how to combat it. “What was that?”

“I said spread your legs.” I answered, repeating myself as firmly as I had the first time, letting her know that I meant business. Sure enough I could feel her spreading her legs beneath the blankets a moment later, just like I had told her to. I was somehow the one telling her what to do, smirking proudly as I tore the blankets off from on top of her and tossed them aside.

My eyes grew wide with desire as I saw it, her cock. That made a lot of sense actually, Claudia had a lot of strangely ignorant tendencies, which might be explained away by her being a closeted lesbian who ended up getting married to an equally closeted transwoman, before both of them eventually grew enough to come out of the closet together.

What? Is that not obvious? I kind of thought it was, but I am smarter than a lot of people. Pffft, come to think of it, I’m probably smarter than a lot of the people reading this, capable of understanding strangers at a glance. That’s not really something that you can say you’re capable of, huh?

Yeah, didn’t really think so~

Mine.

I let her grab me by the head and pull my mouth onto her cock, but even while I technically left her in control of what was happening, I was the one in charge here.

Would I preferred to not have to suck her cock? Maybe a few months ago, sure.

But sex was meaningless now. The way that it had been used around me wasn’t for any sort of intimacy, but as a means of asserting oneself. As a competition, to see who was better-

And Josephine obviously wasn’t going to be much of a challenge.

“Is there anything else I can do for you, Miss?” I turned and picked up a waste basket, spitting her cum back out of my mouth without swallowing it, making sure she noticed that little fact as I did so.

The whole affair wasn’t even worth describing, that’s how short lived, and frankly kind of pathetic it was. Claudia was quite clearly the Mistress of the house, and her wife was just another woman who was submissive to her, even if she wasn’t a slave. But unlike the other slaves, I wasn’t going to be submissive without it being earned from me, which meant I wasn’t about to get topped by Josephine.

“I’ll… take that as a no, then?”

She whined under her breath, shaking her head no, her face hidden behind her hands as she sat there, still recovering. “N-not really…”

A cuck. Claudia’s wife was a cuck- and I didn’t say that to be insulting or offensive, honestly!!

That was just what she was into, and that’s just fine. I couldn’t be allowed to kinkshame, I was guilty of fetishizing people thanks to my cock obsession, I had no room to judge. It was fun, but it was no fight, she lost pretty handily to me.

It was fun in its own way, but sexual submissiveness wasn’t something she was going to get from me, and I honestly would prefer to have someone to put me in my place.

I wish Candace were here…

Ugh, there I go again. I really was a stupid, weak, pathetic moron- just like Claudia said that I was. I knew she didn’t care about who my last master was, but I had to tell my new master about Candace eventually.

“I can get the dumbwaiter for you, hon…” At least Josie was a nice lady, genuinely nice rather than Claudia’s condescending niceness that she has about her.

She was meek, kind of like me at times… I guess we really did have more in common than just looks. But maybe I have more than her in the way of authority. “Actually Ma’am, I was maybe thinking that we could walk down the stairs together?”

She opened her mouth, seemingly to protest, before deciding against it. “I’ll… get my bathrobe…”

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“And what exactly is this?”

Claudia stared us both down as we stepped into the sitting room together, a smug grin painted onto my face, and a bright pink blush glowing from beneath Josie’s cheeks.

“You didn’t…”

“I couldn’t help it, honey.” Josie sighed, shaking her head and whimpering at her wife’s discontent. “She just kind of… went for it.”

Claudia wasn’t amused. I had just topped her wife, and I was proud of myself for it- but she clearly wasn’t happy to hear that it had happened, especially so soon and so quickly.

“Do you think this is funny, slave?” She was smirking, but she wasn’t happy. “You seem awfully proud of yourself, especially for something as bad as disrespecting my wife.”

I didn’t say anything. I couldn’t say anything. I had no excuse.

“I’ll take care of her from here, Josie darling.” Claudia planted a loving kiss on her wife’s lips, rubbing their noses together as she saw her wife back off to their bedroom. “And as for you…”

I held my breath as she turned around to face me again, not about to just fold beneath her weight again. I needed her to see that I was a threat, and that I wasn’t as weak or stupid as she thought I was.

“So… you’re that desperate, huh?” She turned, one hand on her hip and one hand on her cane as she loomed over me. “Fine. If you want cruelty, I will give you cruelty.”

I tensed up, bracing myself for impact, and I was not disappointed. Claudia brought her cane down over my head, and she brought it down hard, sending me to the floor on my knees in an instant. But she didn’t stop there.

“If you think that disrespecting my wife is even remotely acceptable behavior for a subhuman little animal, then you have a difficult lesson to learn, I’m afraid.”

She swatted the back of my head with her cane again, and when I went to cover it with my hands, she beat them in too.

But it was just pain, I had suffered a lot of pain at her sister’s hand, and this was nothing new. At least she now understood that I was no pushover, no matter how much of one she wanted me to be.

Click. I heard the sound of her cane affixing itself to the back of my collar, and I instantly understood what that was.

“I will give you about one minute to apologize and beg for forgiveness before I completely electrocute you to death, pixie~”

“Wait, what?!” My heart suddenly kicked on, thumping out of my chest, panicking.

“What, you thought you could misbehave on purpose and just get away with it, without dying?” She chuckled and sighed, shaking her head at me. “You’re not a threat to me, slave, no matter how hard you try to be… and do you know why that is?”

No… she wouldn’t… I didn’t want this, I just didn’t want her to underestimate me… And I guess I was getting just that. “Wh-why?”

“Because I am your world, Chloe. If you don’t make me happy, you die.” She pressed down on the cane, refusing to let me even lift my neck off of the floor. “You count on me for your survival, but you have to earn that, dear.”

“I- I’m sorry… I’m sorry.” I whimpered under my breath, on the verge of tears. “I thought you said you love your slaves…”

“I do love my slaves, Chloe. I have loved each and every one of them from the moment I got my hands on them to the moment of their death and beyond. But like I said, any master too sentimental to kill their own slaves is weak, and I am no WEAKLING.”

Click. That was the sound of her cane detaching from my collar as quickly as it had attached itself.

“Now tell me… are you going to do that again?”

“No, Ma’am!!” Fuck. This woman really wasn’t afraid to kill me. “I’ll never treat myself like I’m above her… I’m sorry…”

God damn it. God damn it. You stupid moron. Why can’t you ever do anything right?

I found myself beating my forehead against the ground as quickly as I found myself crying, refusing to grovel there at her feet.

“If you don’t wish for me to underestimate you then you ought not underestimate me, dear…” Claudia sighed, shifting from her angry tone to a more disappointed one. “Like I said, I have had many slaves die at my hands… and to this day I still miss every last one of them, I mourn them all… but I am not afraid to get my hands dirty.”

I bit my lip, slowly rising up onto all fours so that I could look at my master, so that she could see the tears in my eyes… I needed to show her those tears if she was going to forgive me. “I’m sorry…”

“And you’re forgiven.” She picked her cane up off of the ground and slowly held it away from me, making sure that I knew it was still there. “But I will have law and order in my home, and I will not accept you coming into my house and disrespecting my authority, especially after I went out of my way to save your life.”

“I still don’t understand…” I groveled at her feet, whining for her forgiveness. “…Why do you even want me?”

“I want to give you what you want, Chloe.” She leaned down in front of me, cradling my chin with her hand and lifting my eyes up to meet hers. “That’s what I’m after… giving you what you want.”

“I-” I stared into her eyes, getting lost in that horrendous blue ocean of hers. “I don’t want this.”

“Yes you do.” She held me there, wrapping her fingers around the head of my collar. “You want to be put in your place… so that’s what I’m doing. This is me putting you in your place.”

I took a deep breath, and then another, and another, and another.

And then I lunged forward, pressing my lips into hers for a kiss, hoping she would be generous enough to let me steal one from her.

She was~

“There’s a good little slave.” She licked her lips as she pulled away, rising to her feet, never once taking her eyes off of me. “Understand your place, Chloe. You are not a real person, and I will not treat you like one.”

I lowered my head once again. I understood my place, I was just desperately hoping that things would be different here. But they weren’t. “Yes, Master…”

“Now come on.” She sighed, taking me by the hand. “Let’s go show my wife how good you are at submitting~”

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“How is this fair?”

As soon as she figured out what was going on, Josephine protested, but it amounted to little more than pouting from across the room.

“If you’re punishing her then why are you making me sit back and watch?”

Claudia was kind enough to put me back on her leash, not literally, but effectively. I was led straight back upstairs into her bed with her, evicting Josephine and exiling her to her vanity at the other end of the bedroom.

“Just because I’m punishing the slave for disrespecting my wife doesn’t mean I’m not allowed to disrespect my wife.” Claudia snarked back at her. “You’re still a cuck, after all~”

“I’m not seeing things am I?” I shouldn’t have been surprised that Claudia’s wife was going to end up being submissive, but I was still surprised at just how similar we looked. “We look… really similar?”

“You can say that again.” Claudia seemed to be beyond thrilled by that fact, it was almost uncanny how many similarities we had between each other. “You two aren’t related, are you?”

“Unless she’s some long lost cousin or something, probably not.” Josephine giggled, admiring herself before glancing at me in the mirror. “But if I didn’t know better, I’d think she’s my little sister~”

“Well don’t look at me.” I retreated away from Josie’s gaze. “Orphan, remember?”

“Either way, it’s just a lucky coincidence~” Claudia eyed her wife across the room, blowing her a kiss. “Now just hush up and watch, my love.”

Josephine sighed and rolled her eyes. “Have fun you two~”

Well at the very least, this will be a new experience-

“Ghhhck~!!!!!” Claudia decided to start by choking me out, of all things. She wrapped her hand around my neck, squeezing my throat with her hand as she slammed me onto my back on the bed beneath us.

“Hold your tongue, beastie. That’s my wife you’re looking at over there.” She smirked, tightening her grip around my throat and pressing down on me, strangling the air out of my lungs. “She’s mine.”

So this was my punishment for having sex with her wife, getting put back in my place in the bed that they share. I struggled desperately, gasping for air that never seemed to come to me.

“Awww… what’s wrong, slave girl?” Claudia cackled, lifting me up by the skin of my throat before slamming me back down. “Not feeling feisty anymore~?”

“Please…” It took the last of whatever I had to let out even the shortest of please before she tightened her grip even more, preventing me from breathing completely.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t catch that.” She smirked, bringing her face to mine and stealing a kiss from my lips as she kept me away from being able to breathe. “I don’t speak worthless, you know~”

I gritted my teeth, feeling my face turning red from the heat escaping me. I grasped at her wrist with both of my hands, but she was too strong, and there was nothing in the world that could pry her fearsome claws from my flesh.

“Stand down, little thing.” My little stunt only served to tighten the force of her oppression upon me. “You belong to me, I’ll do what I want to you, so stand down.”

I whimpered, unable to breathe, unable to pry her off of me. She left me with no choice, obey. I stood down, putting my hands beside my head, palms up, to show her that I wasn’t fighting back.

“Keep whimpering and I’ll let you breathe~” I watched her smile, maneuvering herself over me and pressing her knee down on top of my crotch, squeezing and crushing my quim beneath her weight. “Keep squirming and I won’t.”

Louder. She wanted to hear me whimper louder, so I whimpered louder just for her. To appease her, to please her. To earn my place in bed with her. And what did I get for that? What was my reward for humiliating myself beneath her weight?

Getting the opportunity to struggle for breath in her grasp, being allowed the most miniscule little pipeline for life within her cruel claws… and I was endlessly grateful for it.

“Atta girl~” She kept a firm grasp around my throat, rubbing my vulva by crushing down on me with her knee as she watched tears running down my cheeks. “Just know you aren’t getting out of here until you’ve cried tears of fear and horror.”

She grinned, leaning down and lapping up a couple of tears from my cheeks. “These are tears of pain, I can taste the difference~”

I would growl through my teeth, but that would just make it worse. Though, being who I am, I certainly couldn’t bring myself to smile at her while she was torturing me.

“Oh come on now~” She taunted. “If I wanted tears of pain, I’d just do this.”

She tried to insist that the first one was always one of the worst, but as she curled her cruel fingers around the chain of my nipple clamps and pulled, this time was much more painful.

Tiny hideous metal teeth pierced the skin of my areola and bit down, trying to tear off a piece of me for dinner. I cursed words that I shan’t be permitted to repeat through my still strangled windpipes as I cried out for help, squirming beneath the weight of her hands and knees as I had been directed not to.

No!! No no no no no no no no!!

She held my life in her hands and decided to have some fun with it, tossing up into the air and watching it fall back down, very nearly letting it shatter on the floor again and again and again.

I wanted to reach out and catch it before she could have a chance to abuse it, to take my life back into my own hands and out of those who wished to do me harm, but I couldn’t.

I didn’t have the privilege and I didn’t have the right to hold my life in my own hands. It didn’t belong to me, it belonged to her. That’s what it meant to be a slave, at least to her, the right to my own life was fundamentally lost to me. It belonged to someone else entirely.

The only things I gripped in my empty hands as they lay open on the bed beside me were trust and submission, things given by her and allowed to me on the promise of leaving my life to her. I lived in that cruel reality, but even though she didn’t have to, it was a cruel reality that she let me live in, and I was at least grateful to have any reality to live in at all.

“Someone’s forgetting to say thank you~”

I was thankful to have a life to be held, even if it was out of my own hands.

“Th- thank you, Ma’am-” I forced the words out of me, through my choking airways and empty lungs. Giving her what she wants. Not just the words, but the tears.

I could suffer through the pain and the torment, but not the aching realization of feeling her dangle my life over the precipice, ready to drop it into the abyss like Candace never really had been. She wanted the tears of fear and horror, and I wasn’t strong enough to withhold them from her any longer.

Beneath the weight of her knees and on my own, I was weak. In her hands and at her feet, I was weak. With my life in her grasp, I was weak.

I felt a sharp intake of air enter my lungs as I gasped for breath, ever so briefly freed from the grasp of her claws. But it was the last breath I would get before she finally smothered me.

She shifted her weight, moving her body off of my torso, slamming my chest down to the bed as she crawled upwards.

I desperately stared up at her for a moment before watching her fade out of view, watching and feeling her bury my face in her carnivorous, waiting, serpentine cunt- choking the air out of me anew.

I could be in control with my mouth, but not now, not with her. She wouldn’t let me. She grabbed me by the hair and yanked my neck upwards, slamming her hips down onto my face as she began to ride.

Claudia bucked her hips and thrashed her slit into me as she relentlessly fucked my face. My whole head had been engulfed by the skirt of her dress, like a snake, swallowing me whole. And she wasn’t about to let me go.

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My thoughts were a jumping mess of syllables and letters as the gears in my head got stuck again, like someone had smashed a bunch of random keys on a keyboard, that’s how quickly my thoughts were leaving me.

I let out a muffled squeal straight into her skin as I felt myself losing consciousness beneath her, deprived of both air and mobility as she pinned both of my hands down above my head with her own.

“And you tried to insist that I should be scared of you.” She huffed and moaned through her breath as she taunted me. “I have nothing to fear from a cunt cushion who can’t even stop me from humping her like a pillow.”

She kept going, never letting up, never slowing down, letting the torture go on and on until she was satisfied.

“Now be a good dog, and eat.”

Thump. She slammed the palm of her hand down onto the bed beside me. It might not have been her cane, but it was enough to draw submission and obedience out of me.

Before I was aware of it, I was licking the inside of her cunt like I was told, the only thing I was capable of doing from my current position.

Eat. Master wants me to eat. So eat.

I pressed my whole mouth against her vulva, my teeth rubbing against her clit as she pounded me with her hips, driving herself towards orgasm on top of me.

“That’s it… good girl… keep going~” She hummed happily, her entire body vibrating. Now we were getting somewhere.

Praise. I liked praise, especially when it came from the lips of gorgeous women like her, it meant that something I was doing was making her happy. That’s what I was after, making her happy. I had nothing to strive for in life anymore, except for her. I was going to find happiness somewhere, even if it came from pleasing Claudia Mariam.

Even if I died trying, I was going to please Claudia Mariam.

“Good girl… Good girl… Come on, keep crying~”

I so desperately wanted to be fucked and raped back into place, and here it was, just like I had asked for. This woman has some fucking issues, but to be fair, so do I.

She moaned loudly, arching her back and slamming herself down on top of me as hard as physically possible, climaxing on my face and continuing to ride it out until it was over.

She hummed with pleasure as she listened to the sweet sounds of my voice coming from beneath her, sobbing loudly out of fear and pain, but also out of satisfaction, feeling her cum directly on top of me.

“Good girl, Chloe…” Minutes later she moved, sitting herself on my chest so that she could continue to watch me sob beneath her, trying to bury my face in her thighs again. “You did very well…”

“Y-y-yes, Master… th-thank you…” I choked, biting my own tongue as I whimpered and squirmed beneath her, gasping and heaving for breath. “I-I’m sorr- sorry… it won’t ha-appen again…”

“No, it won’t.” She grabbed my newly pointed ear in her hand and gently rubbed it with her fingers. “Now be a good girl and sit still for Josie, she has something for you… as punishment for falling out of line~”

And I quickly learned what it was that my master’s wife had to give me.

A chastity belt.

“No, please, Ma’am!!!” I curled my fingers into my hair and the maddening sensation of cold steel being clasped around my waist. “Anything but that, I’m begging you…”

“Silence, girl.” She growled at me, pinching my ear to help get me back in line. “You aren’t in any position to question your treatment, are you?”

“N-no, Ma’am!! But-” I growled angrily, still crying loudly. “I can’t!! I can’t!! I need it- I need you.”

“And you have me you sweet cute little dyke-” She snarled, taunting me with her hot breath on my skin as I felt the device being locked onto me. “But you don’t deserve release tonight, or any night really… not until I decide to give it to you.”

I was so desperate and horny for her, wanting nothing more than to slam my own hips down into her face like she had to me, but she wasn’t going to give that to me. I didn’t deserve it after my performance. “Y-yes, Master…”

“You’re forgetting something again, Chloe~”

I bit my lip and hid my face in my hands, sobbing desperately beneath her hips in the light of her cunt post-orgasm, wishing she would give one to me as a reward for my performance. “Th-thank you, Master…”

“There’s a good girl~”

Click. Claudia’s wife finished with the locks just in time. “Don’t I get an apology and a thank you as well, slave?”

Claudia moved off of me, forcing me to sit up, leaning into her and burying my face in her chest for support as I continued to cry.

“I- I’m sorry for being a horrendous retard and a failure and thinking I could ever be above you, Ma’am… I’m so sorry… I won’t let it happen again.” The mental abuse and mistreatment was getting to me, enough to get me to insult myself with words I wouldn’t think to use on another human. “Th- th- th- thank you for putting me in… in chastity… Ma’am…”

“And you will remain in chastity until your master tells you otherwise~” Josephine was at least a sweet enough woman to slide over to me and give me a kiss on the cheek to try and tell me that it was alright. “Now get out of here and get some rest, I think you’ve cucked me enough already.”

“Do as she says and rest, the girls will come get you for dinner.” Claudia sighed, prying me from her chest and sending me on my way. “And take the dumbwaiter this time, I don’t want you ever walking through my bedroom door again~”

“Yes, Master… thank you…” I grinded my teeth together and rose to my feet, letting Claudia walk me across the room.

“And hey-” We stopped just outside of the elevator door, as Claudia briefly lowered herself to be eye to eye with me. “Be a good girl and I’ll get you out of that belt in no time, okay?”

She held her pinky out towards me, condescending, treating me like a child- like a lesser. But that’s what I was, a lesser. So I took it.

I bit my lip, taking her pinky with mine and nodding desperately, my other hands grasped at and tugging on the chain between my nipples, not yet ready to be done with the pain. “Promise. Promise. I promise I’ll be good.”

“You’re grounded for the rest of the day.” She smiled, satisfied that she had done her work with me for today, and that I was finished as well. “That just means no more working~”

“Thank you, Master…” I closed my eyes and shook my head, trying to free myself from my own tears.

Claudia was about to say something in return, but before she could I fell into her, wrapping my arms around her for a hug. “Hey… there there, you aren’t in any more trouble, promise.”

“Yes, Ma’am.” I smiled, burying my face in her shoulder as I felt her arms gently holding me in return. “Thank you…”

“Now off you go.” She let go, gently leading me back into the lift to the room I was forced to share with the other girls. “It’s my turn to have my wife, and I don’t want you accidentally getting yourself in any new trouble.”

“Of course, Mistress.” I smiled and stepped inside, hiding my face out of embarrassment. “Thank you for reminding me of what I live for…”

As soon as she closed the door on me, I was whining and struggling against the chastity belt that she had forced me into. I wasn’t even being allowed the satisfaction of going back to my room and fucking myself at the thought of her.

I have to get this thing off of me.

I finally had a new mission, to somehow get out of the belt as soon as possible, and to do that meant earning my way out of it and being let out. It meant behaving.

“So…”

“What happened???”

“Tell us how it went~”

All three of my fellow slaves were waiting for me to return as I stepped out of the elevator and back out into our room, giggling and gossiping to themselves as they eagerly awaited my arrival.

“I don’t know, why don’t you take a look and tell me how it went~”

I bit my lip and grinded my teeth as I looked over at them all, unable to keep myself from smiling ever so slightly as I lifted the hem of my short translucent skirt for them all to be able to see the belt I was now wearing.

“Looks like it went great, huh???”

“I’m not surprised~”

“Sounds about right…”

The girls only giggled at me seeing it, but it didn’t feel like they were mocking or making fun of me. It felt like they were three girls who had all gone through the same thing before and came out on the other side just fine.

“Just ask Master-”

You’re going to be just fine, Chloe… I’m going to be just fine~

I smiled, letting go of my skirt and letting out a sigh of relief. If nothing else, at least I had the three of them to relate to, and I was going to make sure that they had me for as long as I was here with them.

“I think I made a pretty good first impression~”