First Day

Closing her eyes in anguish, Yelena had hoped that Lady Tarthe would lay with her that night. She had missed her so much whilst she and the Lord had been gone, it mattered not that she was a **** to house Tarthe, she belonged to Lady Tarthe and to her alone.

"Tomorrow my sweet," Lady Tarthe purred as she pulled a long white robe over her body then slithered out of the room, leaving Yelena alone with her thoughts.

Nodding lightly in agreement, Yelena turned over on the bed, the cold, wet sweat strewn over the sheets sending a shiver up her spine and reminding her of what had just happened. "I wish you would stay here." She whispered before closing her eyes and remembering a long-forgotten tale, she had been told of a similar situation.

A father, giving his young daughter to a domineering lord and thinking she would be happy there. Until she came home crying and accompanied with a tall, dark and beautiful **** that had told him what had happened. The **** would receive her father’s ring and his wife would come home one day, bearing another ****. The new **** would be her sister. The father died shortly after and then the tall dark beauty was free. Unlike the **** in the story, this wouldn't be Yelena’s future, if anything were to happen to Lady Tarthe, she would most likely be sold to a whore house.

Rolling onto her back once again, she stared up at the ceiling wondering if she would ever have a life without being used for her body. Would she be returned to her unknown father or be taken as another ****? Or would she live her entire life waiting for something different to happen? Had she done something wrong, would she ever meet her family? From a young age, all Yelena had ever wanted was to be free and live her own life. She had no idea what her life would be like but she knew that one thing would never change. Her existence was bleak and lonely. She never had friends or any family that cared about her. She never wanted this life for herself but there was nothing she could do about it. All she could do was wait for the day to come that she would live her own life, in her own way.

Before she knew it, the dawn had brought with it the wake up from the world around her and Yelena was once again ready to leave her sanctuary to meet with her masters.

Dressing in only a simple piece of cloth that barely covered her breasts or pussy, Yelana stepped out of her room and down into the slaves quarters. She knew that she was lucky to not live with the rest of the maids as Yelena retrieved a sharp knife and set about shaving her head once again.

Quickly finishing up. The Lady Tarthe’s maids were cleaning the floors and dishes, just as Yelena had seen them do on many occasions as she made her way towards the balcony.

"Good morning my Lady," Yelena nodded then turned and nodded to the master, "Good morning my lord."