Mistress Antonella stood over her new submissive slave, her bladder full from the recent long drive to her luxurious mansion. She watched as he lay on the cold marble floor, his eyes fixed upwards at her, waiting for her next command. She ran her hands through her long, dark hair, tugging gently at the strands before letting them fall back down.
"Stand up, slave," she commanded softly, her voice echoing in the vast room. The slave rose slowly to his feet, his tr*, "Mistressless protocol
