Artemidorus
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Forever your slave; (OPEN pls RP with me)
Artemi stood, nervous, her hands clasped behind her back. He red hair was in a bun, her green dress simple. It was underneath the dress that made her fidget.
A tight white corset hugged her thin frame, forcing her breast and bottom to pronounce in a way that made her cheeks flush. The velvet thing, covered in the back with bows, stretched down to her thighs and attached to frilled garters and white see through stockings. Her under garments not covering any of the important bits, no brassiere and no panties.
"You will pleasure your master." Mistress had said to her in a cold tone on the carriage ride over. "He is beyond wealthy, and paying a pretty penny to be your first. You should be beyond grateful that he's a handsome bachelor. Most of our clients are not."
So she stood in the great hall of the huge manor. Still as a tree, silent as the night. She was a no one. To refuse this master would be her death. She had seen that. An escaped concubine was sentenced to a life of abuse. They got the hard jobs, the beatings. Her only hope was to obey. And obey she would. Her eyes threatened to tear, but she shook it off. She would show no fear.
Well, she would try.
Artemi stood, nervous, her hands clasped behind her back. He red hair was in a bun, her green dress simple. It was underneath the dress that made her fidget.
A tight white corset hugged her thin frame, forcing her breast and bottom to pronounce in a way that made her cheeks flush. The velvet thing, covered in the back with bows, stretched down to her thighs and attached to frilled garters and white see through stockings. Her under garments not covering any of the important bits, no brassiere and no panties.
"You will pleasure your master." Mistress had said to her in a cold tone on the carriage ride over. "He is beyond wealthy, and paying a pretty penny to be your first. You should be beyond grateful that he's a handsome bachelor. Most of our clients are not."
So she stood in the great hall of the huge manor. Still as a tree, silent as the night. She was a no one. To refuse this master would be her death. She had seen that. An escaped concubine was sentenced to a life of abuse. They got the hard jobs, the beatings. Her only hope was to obey. And obey she would. Her eyes threatened to tear, but she shook it off. She would show no fear.
Well, she would try.
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