Small and simple.

The room at the bottom of the staircase was small and furnished very simply. I saw that I had a plain bed, a small desk, and a neat bookshelf. Looking over the selection I was surprised to see that nearly all the books in some way dealt with sex. It was becoming more and more clear to me what my main purpose here would be.

There were two other doors in my plain little room. One which lead to a bathroom and the other to a small closet. Inside the closet were mostly maid outfits, but shockingly there was a back row that contained a frightening array of more risque clothing. There was a large collection of cute outfits like schoolgirl uniforms, bathing suits, and skimpy dresses, but most of the garmets I had never seen the likes of before. There was one that seemed to be made of a flimsy completely see through fabric. Another leather outfit looked like it would cover my entire body with only three openings, each in a very suggestive spot. There was one made of all ribbons, one made of all leather straps, and there was a plethora of panties, each more scandalous than the last.

Realizing I still wore the coat Miss Sabrina had gave me, and nothing else, it dawned on me that judging by my wardrobe I was going to spend all of my time dressed either as a maid or as a slu... ummm... well dressed like a very naughty person. I ditched the coat and nervously sat naked on my bed, not quite ready to take the dive into dressing up the way mt wardrobe intended for me to dress.

I remained in my room for a few hours, with nothing to occupy me except to ponder my situation. I wondered if I would ever see my friends again. I thought about what their new lives might be like. I tried to imagine what my new master would be like. Would he be mean and cruel, or would he be kind and gentle to me? Would I dread the days ahead or would I enjoy my time here? Obviously they intended to keep me busy here, but maybe this life wouldn't be so bad.

It was after night fall and I was starting to raise my spirits when someone knocked on my door. Throwing on my coat, I rushed up the stairs and opened the door for my visitor.