The hem ended well shy of my knees, leaving my legs bare save for a pair of silken stockings that ended at the bottom of my thighs.I knew this outfit,...I had seen it before. On His Lordship’s maids, on all his servants, by my wife Molly when I tried and failed to rescue her. And now worn by me.No. No! I refused to accept it.I shook my head, willing this to be some sick dream. The motion set my long, braided swinging. This could not be real, I refused to let it be so. There was a pressure about. Then we’d start again.“I could do this if it was water paint,” Eva said when I had her in a position where she was pretty much hugging the canvas in quarter profile with her cheek against the canvas and looking over her shoulder. “I don’t think I could stand to have acrylic in my hair and on my face. I’ll wear the acrylic on the rest of my body for a week, but not on my face.”“These that you’ve posed so far would do for tests,” Mary said. “But eventually you are going to have to do a canvas big. Maybe that is why we got along so well when we were together. “Did Brittney turn you down again?” “Yes how you did you know” “If she had said yes you would not be here” “Good point” I grabbed the remote and started looking for something to watch. Cassie was lying down on my bed while I was in my chair. After a few minutes I got frustrated and started playing PS3. Cassie getting very bored with just watching me play decided to play with herself she slid off my bed and crawled on her hands and. “We should get you some new clothes. You deserve more than these rags,” Arcadias said with a comforting smile as they walked down the street.“Thank you, Master,” Ella said softly. He put his hand on her shoulder and she looked at him innocent eyes. “Ella, you are free now. I’m not your master, just your friend.” “Regardless of my freedom, you paid for me and that makes me your property. Until I have worked off my debt to you, you are my master. Besides, being a slave is all I know. I’ve lived.