"Get on your knees, slut."

"Yes, sir," your voice replies automatically. You find yourself sinking to your knees again, and resting your hands in your lap. You can't bring yourself to look up at your new master, instead resolving to submissively cast your eyes to the floor. Something about the way he walks around you and looks you over creates an unfamiliar stirring between your legs. He's inspecting you like you're an object, a toy. The thought strangely arouses you, and a dampness starts to form. You start wondering what he'll do with you next.