The Next Morning.

Kim slept terribly, waking up at odd hours of the night, galvanized by her anxiety at what would come the next day. She tossed and turned in her sleep, waking up at odd angles on the bed before finally falling asleep again. But eventually, light breached her bedroom windows, and Kim woke to a knock at her door.

She was lying on her back as a butler walked into the room, she only had a scant second to cover her exposed breasts before he saw her. He turned to the embarrassed Kim, still lying on her bed. "The Master of the house has requested your presence downstairs." He said simply, in a droll and monotone voice. It was clear that he had been working at this house for far to long, and he was beginning to bald in his advancing age.

Kim awkwardly stood up out of bed, all the while covering her exposed chest. She acknowledged the butler with a glance before moving to head out the door.

"Wait." He spoke up, seemingly uninterested, but required to talk. "You know the rules as well as I. If you go to the Master as you are now, then you know what will happen." Kim turned to face him, not being able to meet the butlers eyes. He spoke with a not unsympathetic tone, but one which knew the reality of her situation. "Trust me, Kimberly. It is best to do as you are told."

Kimberly could only nod, "C- could you at least give me some privacy." She pleaded.

He nodded, leaving the room without another word.

Kim took a breath to steady herself. At least she knew now that she had at least one friend in this house. She regretted not asking his name. She pushed the thought from her mind, she had to focus. With nervous and shaking hands, she unbuttoned her jeans and pushed them down to her ankles. She kicked off her shoes and jean, pulling off her socks with her feet. And, with nothing else to lose, she pulled her lacy black panties down past her ankles, exposing the dark-red tuft of pubic hair between her legs.

Kimberly shivered, either from the now cooler air or from her nerves. Even as she put on a brave face, it all felt so humiliating. She **** herself to walk towards the door, the carpet feeling luxurious against her bare feet, and she placed a delicate hand with painted nails onto the doorknob. She mentally prepared herself for what was to come, and she stepped through the door.