First Impressions

A few minutes later she came up the stairs, cleaned, her eyes downcast and averted, a charming blush on her face and approached the Man. "Sir?" she asked. "May I join you?"

He looked at her and pointed to the ground at His feet where He had placed a soft pillow, "you may sit there girl."

As she sat He turned to the television and lifted the remote, the video sprung into life and the girl cringed. She saw herself bound on the table, the quirt wrapping around her ass. Her face was a bright red, and she looked up at the Man.

"You will make a beautiful slave, girl. You now belong to Me."

She bowed her head and a single tear of gratitude dropped from her eye. She was glad that His first impression of her had been so accurate. She would be safe with this Man, and she would be a good slave.