Trial
“Do I have to wear this Master? I hate wearing the dress, this is even worse” I said, when Master showed me the suit he wished for me to wear to court. “Slave, you could get in trouble for wearing the dress,” Master said. “I got the judge to sign off on the dress Master, please allow your slave to wear her dress” I pleaded. “Okay slave, but be careful, I don’t want anyone without my permission seeing what’s mine” Master growled. “I will Master, will you be there?” I asked. “Of course, I wanna see how my little slave does on her first trial,” Master said, as he took my hand and led me out of the house to the car. We didn’t speak the whole drive to the courthouse, where I had to leave Master to go to my client. When I saw Tiana, trying to comfort Jasmine. “Jessica, good you're here, ma
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