Forgiveness: Treat them Tenderly

While punishment would be more fun you had only just met these girls. Expecting them to obey you right away would be rather foolish. Forgiveness often times is far more powerful than any punishment.

With a tender smile you place a hand on each of their cheeks. They recoil at your touch but only for a moment. Seems they were expecting you to punish them. You can feel their slender bodies trembling in fear beneath your grasp. That is until you begin using your thumb you wipe away their tears.

Their eyes widen in surprise. Gently you stroke their cheeks before speaking. "There there now. No need for tears." You continue to stroke their cheeks as they look up at you in confusion.

While you had admired their bodies plenty you now can see just how beautiful their vibrant blue eyes really are. They are of a darker shade. They remind you of the ocean. The deep dark waters that inspired many tales of adventure and romance. "Now what do you girls say we get you to your new homes?

I am sure you are sick of this cramped cage by now." Gently you slide your hands off their cheeks and walk back to the cages doorway. "If you would follow me young master." Garmen says as he opens the door.

"And if you would follow me ladies." You say before giving a mock bow to the three women in chains. While Vanessa doesn't react much beyond walking forward you see the twins smile just a bit at your jest. They looked rather sweet smiling. You make a note to try and make them smile more.

Within a few minutes the five of you make your way to Garmens office where you proudly sign the paperwork declaring you the owner to not one, not two, but three beautiful **** girls. "There you are young master. This young ladies are 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. "I just hope you get some sleep this week. Three girls all to yourself. Commoners or not I raise a glass to your ambition." Garmen raises his glass with a large grin on his face.

While the three girls in chains stand behind you nervously, knowing full well what enslaved women are used for, you raise your class as well. "Backstory be dammed Garmen. It's all the same while in the bedroom!" The two of you clink glasses against each other before taking a zip of it. It burns sweetly as it goes down your throat.

"So what shall you do first young master?" Garmen asked as he takes another sip of his drink. "Will you present the girls to your father as is or would you prefer to dress them up first? I have all the facilities to clean them here if you so desire. Though it might take a bit longer to bath all three of them.

Forgive me but I only keep a few supplies for such things as slaves typically have no need and no right to such things. That is unless their masters desire so. I also know a few nice shop in the area. Some pertain to **** wear specifically though the outfits tend to be on the more lewd side. Though with common women that is the norm."

You ponder for a moment as you consider your options. You glance behind you to look at the three women. They are covered in dirt and you were close enough to them before to guess they have not bathed in a few days at least. While it would be a good gesture to them to allow them to bath themselves you also had a lot to do before meeting up with your father. Though you also wanted to make a good first impression with your slaves.