Heres slaves were held in a room they could barely call a room at all, Waiting for somebody to buy them and become their 'property' Some are bought by cruel people but others like being where they are because they just might fall in love.
Please include the following in your first post.
slaves-
band colors-
white- cleaning/cooking/maid
red- cruel torture
pink- pleasure
Obedient
Disobedient
Obedient sometimes
and how you got here
Masters-
what colors and Obedient levels you want.
All races/sexualities welcome
Angi looked to him and smiled. "I'll tell you what you can do." She walked over to him and grabbed his arm, pulling him over to the couch. "You can sit here and relax for a minute."
He opened each door, eying the rooms carefully. The one on the left was blues and purples, the one on the right was reds and browns. He chose the right room and closed the left one's door. He walked into the kitchen and looked at his new master. "Anything you want me to do? I may only have a red band, but I'm usually useful in other things as well."
Angi gave him a disappionted, angry look. She didn't really mean it but she just liked to mess with people's heads. "I'll show you to your room." She said, pointing to a room on the right then a room on the left. "YOu can choose which one you like." She said turning into the kitchen.
Angi looked at the blank stare on his face. "Perk up it's better on the inside. I promise." She said and walked to the door. She turned the key in the lock and pushed the door open. There was much more color than on the outside.
Angi started the car and drove just a few miles until she drove into the driveway of a nice white house near the beach. "here we are." She said flatly and stepped out of the car.
She walked outside and led him to a dark red and silver car. She unlocked the doors. "Get in." She said, almost in a mean way. She has had only one slave before and he failed miserably. Would he be the same?
Angi stared into his eyes blankly for a moment and finally said "puis jachère je" She stood up straight anf looked toward the door. "Shall we leave this dump?"
"I see." Angi said with a bright smile on her face. "What if I told you to come home with me. Would you do that?" She asked. Him being the slave, and her convincing the owner to sell him to her, he basically had no choice but she didn't like to be forcefull..all the time.
She looked into his eyes. They made him even more irresistible "Quiet type?" Angi said, kneeling by him. "According to the owner of this place you're worth much more than anybody else here." She told him.
Brendon stared into her eyes with his purple ones. He smirked and licked his lips. Kyle had always told them to sell the product, and they were the product. Whatever got Kyle money was okay. Brendon really didn't like the idea of the behavior, but he usually came up with some good money.
Angi saw that there was only one male slave, and that another girl was already going for him. She quietly walked over to the owner and settled out something reasonable. She then walked over to the slave and gave him a half smile. waiting for him to say something.