"Thank you, Masterl" she replied quietly and took the lead from him. Then he decided that the collar was also to go, and she took that from him. He wanted to keep the manacles, and of course that was his right but Faith still secretly wished that he'd let her carry them. It was her job to do that, after all, not his to be weighed down by such. However, his wishes were paramount and so she said no more than that. She would dispose of the collar later, although looking at it she wondered if she might be able to make something else out of it, maybe. Something that would be useful for him. Would that be acceptable, she wondered, if he had told her to get rid of it? "May I keep it to practice my sewing skills on it, please, Master?" she asked. Better to ask, after all.
He would be a nice master? Faith listened to him further, not quite sure what he meant by that, but he explained and it sounded like nothing she had ever experienced. To be punished only if she did something wrong? That would be a completely new experience to her. But he had read the letter that she had written for Jamal, he knew that Jamal's thoughts were that she functioned better when regularly punished, whether she had committed a wrongdoing or not. How did she or should she respond to that she wondered. It was strange, with Jamal she knew the unwritten rules, but with her new master, she did not and so she was unsure of what she should do when. If she thanked him for only punishing her when she did something wrong, then she was taking an outrageous liberty, she knew, but it was rude to not respond when her master spoke to her. So, she kept it safe "I hope that you always feel that way, Master. Even if you do not sell me, my worth is kudos to you, though, so I will work as hard as I a capable" he wanted someone who could and would learn? Oh, she was more than happy there.
Inside the shop, a different assistant brought him a glass of wine, offering it to him on a tray as he and the shop owner discussed his latest purchase. "If it is properly trained, then your desire to change how it looks will be sufficient" he fawned, making sure that Tristan was well cared for as he showed him the outfits. "An excellent first choice, Your Lordship!" he declared when Tristan said that he wanted the yellow dress with a black corset. "Just one moment, Your Lordship, I will prepare it for you" he said and he stepped into the changing room that Faith had stepped into moments before.
And for all that the man was an obsequious fawning fellow, he knew his job. Whilst he had been settling Tristan in and showing him the options, one of the assistants had stripped Faith of her rags and put her in underwear before brushing her hair. The shopkeeper came in then and he put the dress on her, then the corset. The other assistant was dealing with Faith's hair and then the shopkeeper looked at her, for the first time really, and nodded. "Better. Much better. Show your master what he has bought, slave"
Faith stepped out from behind the curtain and it must be said that she looked very different. The long yellow dress was tightly held around her waist with the black leather corset which served to accentuate her tiny waist and to emphasise the curves she had, but had always had hidden by loose and ill fitting clothes. pushing up her breasts and giving her hips some sway as she walked out. Her long black hair was brushed until it shone and flowed down her back. The front of the dress was low, plunging to the top of her corset, accentuating the small and delicate collar that she wore, the lead from which dangled between her breasts. Her wrists has similar bracelets, with places to attach chains should he wish. The whole collar and chain were completely useless in terms of being secure, as scrawny as she was (although, somehow, the shopkeeper had turned scrawny to willowy) even Faith could break them. But it made the point most clearly, and the chain was long enough that he could attach it to his belt if he wished, or she could wear it clipped to the bottom of the corset, or one (or both) of the bracelets at her wrists. What the collar and chain did, without a doubt, was emphasise her slave status, marking her as property as clearly as the two brands that she had, perhaps even moreso since they were such delicate things. He had no need to worry that his slave would try to escape, they said, and in fact whether he realised it or not, it was true. She had even had a little make up applied to her face, a blush to her cheeks and a tinge of red to her lips. She looked more like the nearly 19 that she was, although she did not know her age. In the clothes that Jamal had kept her in she looked like a child, but in these she was very obviously no longer that.
"What do you think, Your Lordship?" she shopkeeper asked gleefully. Even he had to admit, he'd done a damn fine job. "Does it look more to your refined tastes, now?" he wondered, hopeful that this might promote a shopping spree from the young Lord. For her part, Faith did not speak because she thought that it would not be appropriate to do so in front of this shopkeeper, but her eyes searched out his, trying to ascertain whether he approved of this new look or not.
He would be a nice master? Faith listened to him further, not quite sure what he meant by that, but he explained and it sounded like nothing she had ever experienced. To be punished only if she did something wrong? That would be a completely new experience to her. But he had read the letter that she had written for Jamal, he knew that Jamal's thoughts were that she functioned better when regularly punished, whether she had committed a wrongdoing or not. How did she or should she respond to that she wondered. It was strange, with Jamal she knew the unwritten rules, but with her new master, she did not and so she was unsure of what she should do when. If she thanked him for only punishing her when she did something wrong, then she was taking an outrageous liberty, she knew, but it was rude to not respond when her master spoke to her. So, she kept it safe "I hope that you always feel that way, Master. Even if you do not sell me, my worth is kudos to you, though, so I will work as hard as I a capable" he wanted someone who could and would learn? Oh, she was more than happy there.
Inside the shop, a different assistant brought him a glass of wine, offering it to him on a tray as he and the shop owner discussed his latest purchase. "If it is properly trained, then your desire to change how it looks will be sufficient" he fawned, making sure that Tristan was well cared for as he showed him the outfits. "An excellent first choice, Your Lordship!" he declared when Tristan said that he wanted the yellow dress with a black corset. "Just one moment, Your Lordship, I will prepare it for you" he said and he stepped into the changing room that Faith had stepped into moments before.
And for all that the man was an obsequious fawning fellow, he knew his job. Whilst he had been settling Tristan in and showing him the options, one of the assistants had stripped Faith of her rags and put her in underwear before brushing her hair. The shopkeeper came in then and he put the dress on her, then the corset. The other assistant was dealing with Faith's hair and then the shopkeeper looked at her, for the first time really, and nodded. "Better. Much better. Show your master what he has bought, slave"
Faith stepped out from behind the curtain and it must be said that she looked very different. The long yellow dress was tightly held around her waist with the black leather corset which served to accentuate her tiny waist and to emphasise the curves she had, but had always had hidden by loose and ill fitting clothes. pushing up her breasts and giving her hips some sway as she walked out. Her long black hair was brushed until it shone and flowed down her back. The front of the dress was low, plunging to the top of her corset, accentuating the small and delicate collar that she wore, the lead from which dangled between her breasts. Her wrists has similar bracelets, with places to attach chains should he wish. The whole collar and chain were completely useless in terms of being secure, as scrawny as she was (although, somehow, the shopkeeper had turned scrawny to willowy) even Faith could break them. But it made the point most clearly, and the chain was long enough that he could attach it to his belt if he wished, or she could wear it clipped to the bottom of the corset, or one (or both) of the bracelets at her wrists. What the collar and chain did, without a doubt, was emphasise her slave status, marking her as property as clearly as the two brands that she had, perhaps even moreso since they were such delicate things. He had no need to worry that his slave would try to escape, they said, and in fact whether he realised it or not, it was true. She had even had a little make up applied to her face, a blush to her cheeks and a tinge of red to her lips. She looked more like the nearly 19 that she was, although she did not know her age. In the clothes that Jamal had kept her in she looked like a child, but in these she was very obviously no longer that.
"What do you think, Your Lordship?" she shopkeeper asked gleefully. Even he had to admit, he'd done a damn fine job. "Does it look more to your refined tastes, now?" he wondered, hopeful that this might promote a shopping spree from the young Lord. For her part, Faith did not speak because she thought that it would not be appropriate to do so in front of this shopkeeper, but her eyes searched out his, trying to ascertain whether he approved of this new look or not.