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While her rag hardly covered anything, the thought of being without it and being made to walk through the crowded streets terrified the girl. Let alone having her hands chained behind her back, preventing her from even using them for cover. Reluctantly Camalia lifted her chin, allowing you access to her slender neck.

You smirk as another idea hits you. "Good girl. Now move your hair for me." Camalias eyes widen at your request. Moving her hair meant losing what little cover she had for her chest. Let alone moving her hands to adjust her hair meant she wouldn't even be able to use them for modesty. "Bu-but...." Camalia tried to speak but couldn't find the words. You move your body closer to hers, causing the almost naked girls cheeks to flush even more. You pinch a lock of her golden hair that was close to her breasts in between you fingers, playing with it as you speak. "Wouldn't want to get this pretty hair of yours caught in it now, would we?"

Her hair felt like silk, and you knew silk well. You legitimately did not want to ruin Camalias hair. Would have been a huge waste. Plus it gave you a reason to make her move her hands to allow you a look at her bare breasts. Camalia must have been more worried about her hair than you would have guessed.

While you were expecting to have to put her in her place again she instead complied without question. Her expression was sad as she slowly lowered her hands. You still couldn't see her chest through her thick golden locks. In all honesty Camalia didn't need to use her hands for cover. Though judging by the deepening blush she clearly wanted them back across her chest.

You could tell she was uncomfortable with the situation as she hesitantly lifted her arms up to her shoulders. She fiddled with the edges of her hair before looking you in the eyes. You look back silently commanding her to continue. Which she does. Slowly she pulls her hair back, away from her chest.

After a few moments Camalia is holding her hair in back of her, both her arms up gripping a side. You take a moment to marvel at her modest bust. Delicately smooth skin untouched by sunlight with a light pink nipple you had to resist the urge to suck on. In this position the already frail girl looked even smaller. It didn't help that she was now doing everything in her power not to look you in the eyes.

You caress her cheek with one hand, bring her face a bit closer to yours. Her eyes meet yours again, fear and perhaps something akin to desire in hers.

"Good girl. Wasn't that hard now was it?" You ask before sliding the collar around her neck.

Once placed in collars loop you pull her away from the door frame by the unlocked padlock. Camalia stumbled a bit as she walked, causing her chest to bounce a bit. This brought a smile to your face. Bring her over to the equipment cabinet you remove a decently length chain from it. As you turn back to Camalia you see she has not yet covered herself back up, instead allowing her hair to stay behind her and her hands pulled down on the rag covering her neither regions nervously.

This caused tension in the small frail garment. Should she pull any harder it might actually rip off of her. Though the simple fact that she still didn't cover up intrigued you. Attaching the chain to the collar by the padlock was quite simple. And once locked in place meant you could now take your new **** with you to Garmen and sign the papers of ownership.

Without any words you begin leading the blond out the door. As you exit, you see Garmen waiting patiently for you. "Well now that didn't take long at all. Your fathers trained you well, young master. Perhaps you could teach a few of my men sometime."

Then older man joked. "Aw she's a sweat heart once you get to know her." You joke retort looking back towards the blushing girl. She has once more crossed her hands to across her chest for cover. Her hair was also pulled forward for cover but unlike when she was more stationary kept sliding away from her chest, allowing sight of her modest mounds to peek through.

Within a few minutes the three of you make your way to Garmens office where you proudly sign the paperwork declaring you Camalias true owner. "There you are young master. This young beauty is now yours. congratulations." Garmen pours you and him a glass of fine scotch he keeps on his desk in a glass vile.

You've only had **** a few times in your life, your father allowing it on special occasions, but even you can tell this was the expensive stuff.

"So what shall you do first young master?" Garmen asked as he sips his drink. "Will you present the girl to your father as is or would you prefer to dress her up first? I have all the facilities to clean her here if you so desire.

I do know a few nice shop in the area. Some pertain to **** wear specifically though the outfits tend to be on the more lewd side. Of course you could always dress her up as the proper lady she once was. Of course abstaining from such things might be wiser in the long run. Wouldn't want this one thinking she's a person again."

You ponder for a moment as you consider your options. You glance to your right to see Camalia leaning towards you, hope in her eyes. You know what she wants you to pick. Just as you know Garmen thinks you should keep the girl as is until her attitude adjusts. Garmen is a good salesmen but his training skills have always been on the rougher side.

Preferring more ridged and traditional tactics. While she was still a brat, Camalia did seem to be learning who was in charge. Perhaps a reward was called for. Of course this could also result in her back sliding to brat mode. After a few moments of consideration you decide-