Head home

Perhaps due to stress, perhaps due to shock, Camalia passes out in your arms. Tears still falling from her closed eyes. Gently cradling her limp body in your arms you speak to your father.

"Perhaps you should have informed me of our connection to her family before blurting it out like that." Your father crosses his arms as he thinks of a response. "Yeah I guess I should've been a bit more tactful. Still it might be good to have gotten all that nonsense out of the way. Now she can understand her place and lose the notion that someone will come to save her."

Tact was never really your fathers strong suit. He had his own way of doing things that seemed to simply work itself out. "What will you do now Andrean? Guess we could always throw some water on the girl to wake her up. Should be a bucket around here somewhere."

Carefully you pick the passed out beauty up. "I shall proceed back home. This girls been broken down enough for one day. While not as I planed I can still get this one to loyal to me. Believe it or not she already was starting to take a liking to me."

"Oh? Now do I have to be worried of any stories Andrean?" Turning to your father you display a mirthful smirk. "Perhaps a few." Both you and your father laugh as you imply about your make out session with Camalia.

"Very well my boy. I'm just about done here anyway. Wait for me at the carriage while I handle a few last odds and ends." You do as your father asks and carry Camalia to your carriage. Your fathers guards escort you there, clearing a path for you.

One of them offers to carry Camalia for you but you decide to do it yourself. She was your responsibility after all. The onlookers give you strange looks as you carry the blond belly dancer through the slave docks. Something which you find odd since you were at a place that sold people. Though after a moment you figured the guards surrounding you were most likely the thing setting you apart.

_"While it is nice to have protection is so many guards necessary? I don't mind getting stares but getting them while carrying an unconscious girl makes me feel a bit like a criminal. Legal or not." _You think to yourself as you try to ignore those around you. After a few minutes of walking you arrive back at your carriage.

One of the guards opens up the door and you walk inside, careful not to hit Camalias head on the door frame. You take the same seat you did as when you and your father traveled here. You lay Camalia across the seat, allowing her head to lay on your lap. Gently stroking the girls soft hair you wait patiently for your father. As you wait Camalia slightly stirs in her sleep, unconsciously seeking comfort as she lay.

Her head pushes deeper into your lap as if it was a pillow. A small smile creeps onto your face as you watch the blond. "Girl is really cute when she's not running her moth." You think to yourself as Camalia turns onto her side, causing leg to slide out the side of her skirt. You swallow hard as you try not to think about her slender body sprawled on your lap.

After another fifteen minutes of waiting your father enters the carriage. "Sorry son. The women may be plentiful in this business but so is the paperwork hahaha." Your father laughs loudly at his own joke. You quickly silence him, indicating to the sleeping blond on your lap.

"You really got a soft spot for this one son. I know I tell you to be strong but respectful but you must also remember she is your slave. Not your girlfriend." You look to your father with a bit of annoyance. "Yes father I know.

Had she been my girlfriend I doubt our first date would have been a nice long walk on the slave docks with her in chains and no clothing." You say in a matter of factually tone. Your father only smiles wider before retorting. "Ya never know kid. I've had some interesting first dates in my time."

Your father again laughs loudly, slightly annoying you. And severely grossing you out. With a wave of his hand out the window your father signals the coachman to head out. The trip is not very long, about an hour at most, and is peaceful for the most part. Camalia sleeps peacefully all the way.

As you pass through the gate to your estate you see many of your families slaves hard at work. Mostly you see them working on the garden and a bit of lawn maintenance. As your carriage passes them they greet you with respectful bows. Your carriage pulls up to the main door where you are greeted by the head slave of your estate. "Welcome back my lord."

Beatriz bows lowly as you and your father exit the carriage. Once again you are carrying Camalia in your arms. As she raises her head her eyes widen at the sight of the blond in your arms. Camalia snuggles her head into your chest, seeking further warmth. "My you certainty made an interesting choice for your first slave young master.

Is this one ill?" You shake your head before giving a quick explanation. "Oh I see. My that is quit the coincidence. Well than shall I have her be taken to a room. Or perhaps you would prefer her to sleep in the pens until she is properly trained."

You take a few moments to ponder this. With all the excitement of getting your first slave you had forgotten to decide on a few thing ahead of time. Like where she would sleep and what she would sleep in. Beatriz's options were good but you also had the option of keeping her in the dungeon and in rags. That would make it clear her freedom was yours to give and take.

As was any decent clothing. Of course for that you could always keep her naked and have her sleep in your bed with you. With her cute body you were going to have a lot of play time with her anyway and that would certainly save you time on walking to her or having her sent to you. But could you really trust this girl to stay put in your bed and not try to escape?