Fidella was called for the day after her heat had finished, by Dominus Heaton. Unlike the other times she had been ordered to see him, today she was brought to a room with a stone desk and towers of scrolls against the walls. These details were on the periphery of her focus as she looked in horror at the two men before her. Master Heaton and slaver Leighton. Despite her best attempts, she was struggling to hide her fear as her hands shook. If she was to be taken by Leighton she would never see Conri again, and this thought made her want to vomit her fear all over the pretty mosaic floor.
Attempting to appear as submissive as possible, Fidella began kowtowing before her Dominus.
“You have caused me bother these past three days, slave girl,” Master Heaton sneered, as Leighton smirked.
