Ms. Shellie smiled to herself. Today was going to be a special day for her, and for Mandy, her live in slave. Ms. Shellie remembered when the 19 year old showed up on her doorstep, begging to be allowed to serve her. At first, Ms. Shellie was nervous about accepting the girl into her home, but after seeing the ragged clothes, the genuine pleading in her eyes, Ms. Shellie couldn't refuse. Now, it was Mandy's birthday, and Ms. Shellie knew the girl was ready. A month of observation and testing had been passed, and the girl was clearly enjoying herself.
"Mandy, get in here, slave. It is time to open your presents. And I better not see a speck of clothing on your body, or else it will be a red ass for you." Ms. Shellie shouted up the stairs to the slave girl, who was busy cleaning the bedrooms. She then held up her watch, and began timing her slave's appearance in the room.
Mandy heard the summons, quickly finished folding up the comforter on Ms. Shelly's bed, and scampered down the stairs, and into the kitchen. Her little 19 year old frame displayed her body in all its glory, from her shaved pussy to her pert breasts and extended nipples. Mandy loved hearing Ms. Shelly's voice. It told the girl, she was loved.
As Mandy entered the room, Ms. Shellie wrapped the slave in a hug, then led her into the living room, and told her to sit on the slave cushion next to her chair. Mandy complied and assumed legs wide pose, as she knew Ms. Shellie liked her to be in while sitting. Ms. Shellie smiled, and knew she wouldn't regret the next stage in the slave's development.