Going Nowhere - 6

One week later, I went to the training centre to pick up my slave and the girl at the reception desk showed me to a small room. There was a comfortable chair facing the middle of the room. On the opposite side of the room was a door. In the middle of the room there was a round carpet and next to it was a simple wooden chair. I sat down in the chair and waited.

In just a few minutes the door opened, and Tina stepped in with slave girl following close behind her. When she saw me, she gave me a faint smile before Tina ordered her to kneel on the carpet.

"Greetings, master. May Tina have a seat, please?" She indicated the wooden chair.

"Yes, of course."

"Would master like to have a look at his girl?"

"Yes please."

"Display!" Tina ordered.

Immediately slave girl stood up with her feet apart and with her hands behind her neck. I noticed that she wore discreet makeup and that her hair had been trimmed and neatly arranged. Her skin glistened, so I assumed that she had been oiled and perfumed only minutes ago. Her armpits had been shaved, her pubic hair trimmed, and her legs waxed. She looked neat.

I told Tina so and noticed that slave girl beamed with pride while Tina ordered her to kneel again.

Tina handed me a folder with some papers. I quickly browsed them and found the registration documents, a medical report, and a certificate of the training results. Finally, there was also a glossy paper with an offer for additional training with a discount if I ordered within a month.

"Your girl has passed all the training goals, and I think master will be happy to know that she has shown some real talents in cooking."

"That's great to hear, Tina." Again, slave girl beamed with pride.

"She is also registered and chipped, master. All the documents and the medical report are in the folder. It will be very useful to have if master wants to sell her or take out insurance on her."

"Thank you, Tina."

Tina paused for a few seconds.

"However, there are a few things you should know, master." I looked at her.

"Do you plan to breed her, master?" she asked.

" Umm... no..." I hesitated as the thought hadn't even crossed my mind.

In the corner of my eye, I noticed slave girl lowering her head.

"As you know master, it is quite common that unregistered girls carry unwanted gifts such as venereal diseases."

She paused to let the message sink in. I nodded and then I went cold as it struck me how tempted I had been to use her in the shower.

"Of course, she has been tested, and as you would see in the report, she was indeed infected. Our doctor started her on treatment, and she isn't contagious anymore. But he cannot guarantee that she will ever be able to get pregnant. I'm sorry master, but this will of course lower her value on the market."

Again, I nodded.

"She has another five days left on treatment, but as I said, she isn't contagious, just make sure she finishes it, or it's likely to come back again, master."

"I see. Thanks for the info, Tina. Anything else I should know about?"

"Yes, master, there is." I looked at Tina again.

"She can't read or write, master. But like most illiterates, she compensates by having an excellent memory for details. Two days ago, I caught her in the kitchen. She had been ordered to make a sauce from a written recipe. When I watched her work, I noticed that she had the text upside down, so we tested her ability."

"Slaves shouldn't keep secrets like that," she continued.

"Did you punish her?"

"Yes of course master! I think her bottom is still a bit sore." Tina's voice was neutral.

"Well done, Tina." I looked directly at slave girl and continued. "Slaves should not keep secrets."

"No master. Girl is sorry." Slave girl mumbled.

"Anything else, Tina?"

"Yes, master. In the folder, you will also find an offer from my master to purchase your slave."

I browsed through the folder and read the note that Tina had mentioned.

"So, slave girl. Did you know your value has doubled in just one week?"

She looked at me, and I could tell that she wasn't sure if that was good or bad news.

"So, if I sell you, I could go back to Jeff's Pen and buy two new girls and still have made a profit on you." Her eyes went wild.

"Please master, don't sell me! I'll be a good slave, best slave ever, master! Please, slave girl will work so hard for master." Her voice faded out.

Of course, I had no plans to sell her. Although I had only owned her for a short time, I had already grown fond of her. But like most masters, I thought that it was a good idea to once in a while remind their slaves that they were a piece of property, and that they could be sold whenever the owner wished.

"Hmm..." I tried to look as I was seriously considering the offer.

Then I put my hand in the bag I had brought and pulled out the polished steel collar I had shown her a week ago.

"Does slave girl remember this one?"

"Yes, master." She lowered her eyes. "Slave girl has thought about it all the time."

I got up and walked over to her. I opened the collar and put it around her neck, but I didn't close it. After a few seconds, she looked up at me.

"Slave girl will be very happy to wear master's collar. Please, lock it master."

With a click, the collar locked on her. Then I unbuckled her training collar and handed it back to Tina.

From my bag, I hauled out a dress in white cotton. The dress was made of two sheets and there were laces on the shoulders and along the sides, from the armpit to the hem. The dress wouldn't hide much of her body and it would be easy to remove it by just untying the laces. It was a very common dress for young slaves.

"Let's see if it fits." I handed her the dress. "Stand up and put it on slave girl."

"Yes, master. Thank you so much master."

"Tina, can you please help her with the lacing?"

"Yes of course, master."

Tina helped her adjust the lacings, then placed a light kiss on slave girl's chin and told her that she looked superb. Though the dress could use some minor adjustments to fit perfectly, I had to agree that she looked very good in it.

While Tina prepared the bill, slave girl and I spent a few moments in the training centre's shop to pick up a pair of matching shoes and a starter kit of slave make-up. I paid the bill and then grabbed the leash and walked her out into the bustling afternoon.

I wanted to display the little beauty I had on my leash. She followed me willingly.