the walk towards master

Emily is clearly not used to the high heels. Like her nails, her eye shadow, her make-up and her lipstick colour they were designed to give some barbie-like look. Aside from them being in bright pink the second feature of these heels is that they are lockable. As a result Emily could not remove the shoes out of her own volition. At the moment Cecilia holds the key, but there is no doubt that she will hand it over to her master.

After getting her piercing and some aftercare to stop the bleeding Emily got waxed again and they rubbed some gleaming oil on her whole skin and perfumed her afterwards. Finally they combed her hair again and removed her bonds. Then Cecilia guided Emily towards a long hallway. This hallway seemed different than other sections of the house. The access to this part of the mansion was more restricted. The paintings along each wall of the hallway were more gloomy than the other already dark themed paintings of the house. They also seemed to be of even higher quality. Their main Theme is ****, **** of females to be precise.

The more Emily sees of this hallway, the more uneasy she feels. "Cecilia, can we postpone the meeting with master?"

Cecilia stops "Postpone? Are you crazy? Not only would both of us be punished heavily for dumping master, it is in your very own interest to be presented to him when you are this fuckable. "

"Maybe I don't want to be fucked against my will. You know, there is a word in the outside world for this. It is called ****."

"Oh bitch, for sure you want to become master's rapetoy. What are your alternatives? Becoming a low **** maid also allows master to **** you, but exposes you also to the bullying of higher ranked ****. Or worse- master could decide it is funnier to **** you to **** than to fuck you. Or master decides that you are most valuable to him when serving as a brothel whore or digging out stuff in a mine without seeing daylight ever again. You should aspire to become the best fuck master ever had. "

"First of all, this is only temporary. After a few weeks I am free to go whereever I want. Secondly, even as a **** I could do something more beneficial to master than digging some dirt in a mine. Hypothetically speaking, if I should become a permanent **** to your master, would it not be smart for him to let me continue my business and increase his wealth this way. I could become one of his income slaves."

Cecilia sighs "That is not how it works, slut. Don't understand me wrong. Master will eventually seize your property. But the wealth that you can generate or already have is -in comparison to master's wealth- a droplet in an ocean. Master is more interested in destroying your live and breaking you than in squeezing a little bit of money more out of you. He chose you not because of your looks, but exactly because you were a young ascending cunt. Letting you continue your original occupation would be counterproductive. Even if you someday become one of his income slaves he will make sure that you won't lead a tech company. But this requires you to become an income **** which requires you to get on master's good side. After all master must find it more pleasing, that you work hard just to tribute away most of your income to him than to **** you. Most low status slaves do not even get a chance to become an income **** for long. Once they reach their expiration date they simply end up in a mine or brothel or die for master's pleasure. You should aim for becoming a high status **** and one step towards it is -aside from finding some rare talent.- becoming an interesting fuck. "

Cecilia stops in front of a dark wooden huge double door. "Master's office". She knocks.