Sold

Shipment

☆Uliana☆

      Receiving a call from Julio was a relief, it meant he had a slave for me to take in. I've heard quite a lot about this female. She was told to be a handful and Julio tried so hard not to sell her to me. She does go for big bucks, but I don't mind. I heard she needs to be trained properly anyways. Personally I admire the confidence that the slaves have, trying to stand up or disobey me; it's kind of cute actually. Only thing is I don't have time for silly games;  I'm a model and that takes a lot out of me. "She'll be set in her place, I can assure you of that," I stated before ending the call. 

    Julio faxed all the information to my computer, opening the email I received I chuckled at the title. The American Brat, reading through everything I noticed the comment section at the bottom. All these Masters and Mistresses exploiting how terrible she is. Scrolling through I'm starting to have second doubts about my decision. I didn't get picked for her, I chose her. I went out of my way to find where this girl was staying, all I've ever wanted was to have her in my hands. Safe with me. Many of them say she wants out, I wonder is that's because dimwits obtained her in the past. 

     Running to passage I grab a few outfits I wish for her to wear, along with some new bedsheets for her room. Holding up a white comforter with blue speckles upon the rim in my left and my right obtaining a cool grey comforter ruffles flowing down, from beginning to end. I chose the white one and kept on. 

     I gather all of the clothes and stuff them in a small wooden draw, as I stuff them I inspect each one. I lay out at the end of the bed and a neatly folded  ivory dress, patterned with cherries all around it and Pom Poms dangling from the hem, white socks,  and a black pair of Mary-janes. I smile to myself admiring how nice the room looks. I really want to impress this female. She is so wonderfully gorgeous. My fingers slide away from the small red paper bag, hopefully she'll like this. I heard she was lovely at photography. I'd love for her to decorate my house with her beautiful photographs. 

   Returning to my bedroom, clearing any room from clutter along the way, and changing into my purple silk robe. I fall  down to my cloud of a bed. Picking up a small image from my side table, a female, her sea green  eyes with a hint of gold, milky white complexion, and her platinum blonde hair make her so... astonishing. She's not smiling I'm this picture, but seems happy. She's so foreign compared to lots of people here. Everyone, including myself, have amber brown eyes, long black hair, and an olive complexion. I really hope she finds it cozy  here, but nevertheless I'm not going to hold back on her either. She is a slave to serve me, but I will always make sure she is well taken care of. 

   She is "chudesno velikolepnyy."

I whisper to myself as I fall asleep, She is "wonderfully gorgeous."