Diederik didn’t spend as long looking in the drawer as he instantly pulled a pair of fishnet stockings from it.“Okay, you’re all set now,” he ...huckled once more as he led me to the door. “Come girl.”I followed him reluctantly, I had come this far, there was definitely no turning back now. He led me back outside onto the street. The road was now heavily congested with people as the night started to come alive. I followed him to a small room next door to the main brothel. He unlocked the door. I was a slave. I was property.An hour ago I had been a young, happy girl sitting with her friends at the fountain after having run my errands and now I was naked and locked up in the slave pens. I couldn't understand it. I had been sold by my father to master Firul and now I was property. I had been the daughter of a blacksmith. I had been the daughter of a honorable man, a wealthy man. Now I was nothing, an animal, someone who could be bought and sold. I was owned. I was property. I was young. I felt like I had a shot at Christmas. Clive was going to his parent’s home in Colorado. Anna was driving to meet him on Dec. 26, but she had no plans for Christmas day. I blew my own parents off and pretended I, too, had nothing to do. I suggested we stay in and drink wine and watch TV. She agreed.I knew the gift I got her was important. I mean, just getting her a present was not enough. I needed a statement. There’s a difference between a friend gift and a lover gift. I wanted to get her a. When I did, inside was a matching wallet. When I openedthe wallet, I saw that it contained my new I.D. with a picture of me inone of my other sissy girlie dresses, with my name Prissy-Sissy Submissy.It was all official now. I thanked her again and when I asked her whenI'd be getting my drivers license, she just laughed and said that I wastoo dainty a sissy to be behind the wheel of a car, that she and MistressKerri would drive me to wherever my pretty little head needed to be. Shethen had me.