A fancy gala

"I'm hosting the social event of the season, princess. And you're going to be the star attraction."

Leigh gulps. "What does that mean, master?"

"It means I've acquired a new girl just in time, my slut. I'm going to show you off to all my friends and business associates. You'll be there to be gawked at and fawned over. You're a beautiful sculpture for me to show off. Do you understand?"

"Yes sir," Leigh responds, heart beating and cunt aching. She's tempted to ask more questions, but she doesn't want to seem too needy or questioning. So instead, she walks up to the edge of the pool, tried not to think too much about the two servants looking at her naked body, and jumps in.

Soon, she's over her awkwardness and feeling comfortable in her skin as she swims around. Her master occasionally jumps in with her, and they horseplay and chase each other and make out. She's all but forgotten that anyone else is there watching. At one point, while Aaron is in his lounge chair reading, she looks around and realizes that the two servants' eyes on her don't really unnerve her--and realize that's a good thing, because she's probably going to spend more and more time naked. That sends another flush through her body--her life, as of today, is changed drastically.

After an hour or two, Aaron whistles to get her attention. "Alright, princess. It's time for you to go get ready for tonight. Go with Veronica to get all dolled up." He points at the woman holding towels. She jumps out and heads toward the servant, who hands her a towel to allow her to dry off, then gestures at the path to the door of the house.

"Right this way, miss." Leigh follows Veronica into the house.