I kissed Master again, hurried up to do the dishes and clean the kitchen after we both finished and dashed off to use the shower.....I used the lavender scented body wash, shampooed my hair and put just a dab of Morocco oil in it. Once I blow dried it, I did my face....lipstick, a light foundation and just a touch of eye shadow----just the way I think Master would like it. I never had the opportunity to doll myself up since he purchased me, so I wanted to be perfect---for him.
I gasped when I went into the bedroom and saw what he laid out for me-----a black lace bra with matching bikini panties, both transparent as hell. To complete the picture, a pair of black high heels were on the floor.
"Thank you!," I called out...."OH MASTER, THANK YOU!"
Master had a limo waiting for us. We climbed in side and I snuggled up tight against him, telling him how nervous I was. As domineering as Master is, I can tell he was just a little nervous as well.
The drive only took about an hour. We pulled up to a modest one story house....Master clipped a leash to my collar, which now had a shiny chrome dog bone-shaped medallion hanging from it saying 'SLUT'. We rang the doorbell and my father opened the door.
Introducing himself only as 'Master', he said he had something to show them....as he tugged on the leash, I sheepishly followed, clad only in bra and panties.
"What the fuck is THIS?," my father exclaimed....."Is this some kind of sick joke? is this our daughter?.....Wilma, get out here, our Rebecca has come home!"
My mother came out from the kitchen and almost fainted.
"Where are your clothes?," she asked....I replied that my Master usually insists I stay naked, only allowed to wear this much because we were outside.....
"Your....WHAT?," my father exclaimed...."Your'e calling this man 'MASTER'? the man that kidnapped you? do you know how long we've been searching for you?"
God, how will I explain this?
"He's.....he's not the one that kidnapped me," I replied...."He's the one that bought me. I'm his property, his slave..."
I turned to Master, begging him to further explain everything. At least by now we were asked to sit in the couch.