While pulling a smart shirt on, something hit me. I would be in a bar, or a restaurant, with a beautiful young woman, wearing heels, and short dress, ...nd an anklet with a key on that anyone could see. While she wasn’t going to tell anyone, people would know. They would know.“Shall I order a cab, Miss Aurelia?”, I asked. “Of course, we will go to Margini’s, that new bar. You might want to reserve us a table”. Nervously I asked, “If they ask who you are…”, at which point Miss Aurelia stepped in,. So let me tell you more about myself. Well, I am half Indian (from my mom’s side) and half English from my dad’s side. I have dark skin with dark brownish, blackish hair and the most amazing blue eyes inherited from my dad. Everyone tells me how much they stand out against my chocolate skin. I turned sixteen in June. My name is Ashley Davis. My diary has gone, so now I have to figure out who took it and get it back. It has loads of precious things in it. It has photos of me and my Mom. I miss. Looking at her ‘caller id’, she groaned. Her father! She mentally weighed the pros and cons of answering it, but she knew that if she didn’t, he would show up on her doorstep. And he still might – if he and Smerelda were fighting like she thought they were. ‘Hello?’ she answered . ‘Rachel,’ ‘Good morning, Dad.’ Rachel sighed as she rinsed her coffee cup in the sink and then placed it in the dish drainer. ‘I am quite surprised to hear from you this early.’ ‘Nonsense. Can’t a father call his. During days and times when she is going to work or engaged in normal social events the level of makeup may reflect her social standing and may be discreet, but in private the slave has to make sure she is wearing makeup underlining her status as a slut and sex slave.During her menstrual cycle the slave may use tampons and is allowed underpants for additional safety and hygiene.2.2 ClothesAs a general rule the slave is not allowed to wear any clothes except silk stockings or fishnet stockings.