I had already shelled out nineteen thousand dollars to buy A1386J the second time I had seen her in that converted grocery store that still had the same floor it'd had when it was still a Sweetbay.
It wasn't really anything I'd miss, since I did want to get rid of my tyrant of a grandfather's money and my mother's family's idea to give us some of our rightful inheritance out of pity, and to spite the old bastard, of course, they did put some ridiculous strings on it to prevent what they considered reckless spending. To give you an idea of the sheer assholery involved in this, my mother and I had been 'generously given' a half-share, while my free cousins had full shares, and their parents six, and I could only spend half of that pittance on my own, as the rest was in trust for my education. This despite the fact that I was already on a full ride merit scholarship, and even sent some of that money home because my mother needed it more.
So, deciding to spend what of it I could to get something useful out of all that, and having the keen sense to avoid anything ironic, I had decided to buy my mother a slave girl to help around our apartment and keep her company while I was away at school (getting a slave boy would only torment my mother with memories of my father after all.) First-time buyer that I was, I ended up getting seduced by looks instead.
So, despite her extremely competitive price, A1386J was actually pretty cute, given her size and somewhat impressive bust. She was also rather demure, yet she still had a brave look about her creamy white face and bright blue eyes. She definitely seemed like she fit the ideal qualities of a slave girl, but well, nineteen thousand was supposed to be pretty damn cheap, especially since she had been a breeder, so there was definitely something I was missing. She didn't look like the type to kill me in my sleep though.
They'd brought her out to me once I'd gotten the money wired in and the registration paperwork was finished. If anything, she looked better in the cheap muslin dress and gag the auctioneers had put on her than she did nude but for her collar on the auction block.
With her leash now in one hand, and the paperwork in a shopping bag in my other, I led A1386J out of the building and into the bright sunlight. She balked a bit when she saw how bright it was, and seemed to have trouble following me until her eyes adjusted.
It wasn't until I'd had her buckled into the front seat of my car and removed her gag, that I spoke to A1386J for the first time. "Did you have a name at Saint Amelie's, or did they just call you by your registration number?"
While I waited for her response, I turned the ignition and started the car.
"No Master, they only called me by my number, but my sisters called each other by our letters. I was Jay." She said, turning to look at me, "You are my new master right?"
I backed the car out of the space as I replied. "Yes I am, although you'll probably be dealing with my mother mostly, and I guess I'll have to give you a name since you don't have one. But until I decide on something, I'll call you Jay."
"Thank you master." She replied, sounding a bit unenthusiastic.
"Oh, by the way," I said absentmindedly, "my name is Rupert."
I drove out of the parking lot, and headed home. Jay, although obviously uncomfortable with my choice of music, said nothing about it, and merely responded to any questions I asked her as some surf rock album I'd forgotten the name of played, and I familiarized myself with what she could do.
Eventually we arrived at the house and I parked in between the landlady's ancient-ass Jeep that she stored here, and my mother's Mustang. I turned the car off, and Jay seemed visibly relieved when the music shut off with it.
Getting Jay out of the car was much less of an ordeal than it had been to put her in, since she handed me her leash when I opened the passenger side door, and she undid the seatbelt by herself. Of course, this just meant the inevitable disaster just happened later in the process, when Jay tripped over the door sill, and fell face-first into my armpit as she knocked me into the jeep.
I felt her take a deep whiff of my armpit sweat, and then I heard her say something without being prompted for the first time ever. "Master, you smell nice."
"Thank you?" I said, as a door handle dug into the small of my back.
With that Jay seemed to spook herself and stumbled back onto her feet, and looked at me apologetically. I patted her head and smiled, before leading her upstairs.
The mother-in-law apartment I had shared with my mother for almost my entire life wasn't that great, but it was home. It was a pretty basic two bedroom unit, but Jay seemed to be surprised at how large it was.
My mother walked out from the kitchen in her uniform while holding a coffee cup, and looked both of us up and down. "So you bought a slave, huh?" she said.
"I was thinking I'd get you someone to help with the housework while I'm gone." I replied, "She wasn't that expensive, and she could also keep you company." I noticed Jay nodding enthusiastically out of the corner of my eye as I dropped her leash.
My mother put the cup down on the counter. "I don't need one." She said, "Since you went off to college, I've had a cleaner come by once a week like when you were a kid, and I've started dating again. You on the other hand, I bet your dorms were filthy."
I sat down on the couch, and Jay looked around for a moment before I pointed to the couch next to me, since there wasn't anywhere else to sit. She sat perfectly straight, unsure of what to do with herself.
"No, they were actually pretty clean." I said, "I borrowed Constance's housekeeper for an afternoon every week, plus I clean up after myself already."
"So?" My mother said, "She'll cost me more to feed and house than she's worth, and you've got a plus one on that ridiculous meal-plan of yours."
"Point." I replied.
"So take her with you when you go again." My mother said, "Anyway, I need to go to work, so we'll talk about this later, but do something about her tits before the whole place smells like milk."
I looked over at Jay, and noticed that yes, milk was leaking through her dress, and visibly darkening surprisingly large portions of it. She was also blushing from embarrassment. I heard my mother snort before she left, locking the door behind her.
It took a minute for Jay to say anything. "Master, you do own me, and everything I produce. If you're curious about trying it, you can certainly have a drink. I won't stop you." She said smiling happily as she leaned towards me. "I used to drink my twin's milk all the time when we were pregnant. I probably taste as good as, no, even better than she did."
"I think I'll just take your word for it." I said as I fell back, and scooted down the couch.
Jay started to undo the shoulders on her dress, exposing her leaking and milky white breasts. "Please master?" she said, "they're so full, and it'd seem like a waste to just squeeze them out in the bathroom again."
"Maybe later." I replied. Jay pouted adorably.
