My Little Slave
“I want to be your slave sir.” The girl standing on my front porch said her eyes were wide and she looked a little afraid. I smiled at her to try and put her at ease before inviting her in so she could sit while I decided what to do with this situation. As she walks inside she looks around with wonder, admittedly my house was very impressive being a multi millionaire meant that I could afford a lot of very nice things like my mansion and everything inside it. “This place is amazing.” The young girl says sounding amazed at my lavish furniture. I lead her through to the living room, “please sit.” I tell her and she carefully sits on the sofa like she’s scared of breaking it, “do you know what you’re …