Silent and obedient, thinking only of how better to serve the Owner, and if the Owner is not present how better to serve everyone else. The slave is t...e lowest order. Naked at ALL times. Sold to a country in which keeping naked slaves is not only acceptable, but a symbol of wealth and status. Once a slave in this country-there is no turning back as a slave has NO rights ... no right to speak, no right to ask to speak. No right to food or water other than sustenance. The Owner is a harsh one.. Appealing. Perhaps it was the sultry flush permeating her flesh.Perhaps it was her simple, innocence, her unconscious femininity. Henoted in vague surprise that she was plump and curved in all the placesa real girl would have been. More than he would have expected, as amatter of fact.She ran over to the bed, grabbing his arm and and trying to haul him tohis feet."Help me turn upside down again! I wanna stand on my hands like before!" All right, all right," he said, sounding mildly harassed.. He had slept poorly last night. Images of stormy gray eyes and a well-shaped buttock moving beneath gauzy material haunted him all night. A voice brought him back to the here and now."Good morning your Highness," Megan held her head and shoulders back as she dipped into a smooth curtsy.Blake's eyes were immediately drawn to the shadowed cleavage shown by the half-unlaced blouse. He could have sworn he saw the edge of her right nipple peeking through the opening. But no, women of her station did. The last time he had seen his kids was almost 9 months ago on his daughter Abigail’s 8th birthday. Stacey had made the mistake of telling Abby that she could do “whatever she wanted” on her birthday this year. Abby said she had wanted to see her father for her birthday, to which Stacey told her that was not possible. Abby had thrown a tantrum all day, and after 10 hours, Stacey had had enough and relented. Julian saw Abby for 5 minutes, but Stacey spent the whole time yelling at Julian about.