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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.

"Anyway master, is there anything you want me to do at the moment?" She said as she surveyed the room, and her dress fell further open. "I could give the floors a good cleaning if you wanted. They could really use it."

"Knock yourself out. The cleaning supplies are in the bathroom closet." I said. "The bathroom is the door facing the front door by the way. Don't bother cleaning the bedrooms though. They're carpet."

Jay leaned back upright before standing up and taking off her dress the rest of the way. "Thank you master," she said, "I won't disappoint you."

"Why are you taking off your clothes?" I asked as I sat upright.

Jay folded her dress as she spoke to me. "So I don't accidentally do something to my dress." She said, "It is the only clothing I have after all."

I smacked my head. "Right, of course." I replied. "We'll have to get you more clothes later."

Jay then placed her dress down on a chair, and went to get everything ready to mop the floors while I turned on the TV, and watched whatever crap WTTA had on.

Really, Jay asked for my permission (and implicitly, my help) to move some furniture while she was cleaning, which I gave, but aside from that, I mostly watched, and I was amazed. I don't think I had ever seen someone actually clean the floor that thoroughly before, even if it was complete overkill.

A couple of hours later, and the tile on the floors was slick and glistening while the grout was a shade of white I didn't remember ever seeing it before. Of course, Jay and I ended up stuck on the couch, since we'd boxed ourselves in and had to wait for everything to dry, but it wasn't so bad to have her pressed up against me as we both laid on the couch. I'd have to get up to order dinner, but I didn't want to get up just yet.

I patted her on the head for a job well done as she curled up on top of me, and Jay gave off a sound that was almost, but not quite a purr.

I felt my stomach growl and Jay perked up.

"Master," she said, as she looked me right in the eyes, her obvious concern filling my vision "you should really have something."

I shrugged as I gestured with my head to the still very wet, and very slippery floor.

"Well then Master," Jay said as she turned over and crawled further up my body, "there's only one choice at the moment."

I decided I'd humor her with this, and took one for the team as Jay placed her nipple on my lips, and I opened my mouth to receive it.

Jay was moaning, being audibly aroused as I drank from her teat. I wasn't much of a milk drinker since childhood, but it was still a pleasant, creamy taste, if obviously warm. Jay was practically begging me to drain her dry, and I think I actually managed that since she didn't seem to be producing that much, maybe only like a couple of ounces from each breast. Even if it wasn't that filling, I did feel more than a little tired after just taking a drink.

Shortly after I finished, Jay still panting, crawled back down, and once more curled up on top of me with her head against my chest before she drifted off to sleep. I pulled the blanket from the back of the couch over her and myself, if only to give her a bit of dignity, even if she was still just a nameless slave girl.

I just looked at her face as the tiny girl nuzzled against me, and as I fell asleep, I decided that I would bring her with me when I went off to college. After all, my girlfriend would definitely get a kick out of her.

When I awoke, I found Jay dressed and walking out of the bathroom. "Master," She said, "Do you want me to make something for your dinner?"

I sat up, letting the blanket fall down to my waist before speaking. "Don't bother. There's nothing in the fridge." I said, "I'll order some take out. What did you eat back at Saint Amalie's?"

"Our food was pretty varied Master." Jay said, as she walked back to the couch. "But it was mostly vegetarian, since we only had meat twice a week."

"Do you think you could handle a pizza?" I said as she sat back down next to me.

She gave me a blank look. "Master, I don't know?" she replied.

"Well, we're getting this out of the way early then." I said as I pulled out my phone and started dialing the number of that mom and pop place with the awesome greek pizzas.

"Getting what out of the way Master?" Jay said.

"Your first pizza." I replied absentmindedly.

Right about then the store picked up, and I started ordering. Jay sat still and didn't say anything while I was on the phone.

About five minutes later, I'd finished ordering and turned back to Jay. "We've got half an hour." I said, "You can turn on the TV or read a book if you like."

Jay nodded, and then got up, and retrieved something from the bookshelf before returning to her seat on the couch. I raised an eyebrow at her choice. "Master, should I pick something else?" She said worriedly, "this was the book I had been reading at Saint Amalie's before they decided to sell me off. I'd just like to be able to finish it."

I shook my head before replying "No, it's perfectly fine. I was just surprised is all. Not even many free people can read something like that."

Jay blushed. "Thank you master," She said, "It's pretty much all we had to do at the facility when we weren't working aside from cleaning our quarters."

"That'd explain it then." I said as I walked over to the table by the door, and grabbed the folder with Jay's paperwork in it.

As I sat back down, I decided to look over her medical records, and see if there was anything I should look out for. I had to look a lot of terms up, but everything was up to date, and she wasn't predisposed to any major disorders. I did see why she was still lactating though.

I looked over at Jay, who was curled up on a side of the couch with her book and reading quietly. "So you gave birth on the twenty eighth?" I said.

She looked up. "Yes master," she said, attempting to keep a neutral expression and tone, "the child was a girl, and I got to hold her long enough for her to drink my colostrum."

"Do you ever think about her?" I said.

She looked at me, and I saw her beginning to tear up. "I try not to." She said, as she curled up against me, "I mean I know she'll be well cared for, and that she'll have her sisters, but I still can't keep myself from worrying about her."

I put my arm around her, and she cried quietly into my shoulder, while I closed the folder, and placed it on the end table. And at that moment, I think I made one of the better decisions of my life, even if it was at the time a very stupid one.

Thankfully, about five minutes later, the pizza arrived, and distracted both of us long enough to eat our fill.

Jay had some issues getting the concepts down at first, but eventually managed to grasp the mechanics of eating pizza, and took to it with gusto.

After that, the afternoon went by pretty uneventfully. The highlights of the afternoon were a texting conversation with my mother, and that I convinced Jay to express more milk because I had a surprise planned for her. I did have to drink some of it, but I got Jay to just express and dump the rest for now.

When my mother came home, she'd thoughtfully bought some nursing pads for Jay, and I had Jay put a pair on before the three of us went out to get her a few changes of clothes.

We ended up at a big box store that was in my price range, and my mother and I went to work getting some basic clothing for Jay. It wasn't much, since I figured Constance would end up throwing it all out and buying her better clothes anyway, but Jay just seemed entranced by the idea of having clothes in different colors just as much as she was by the selection, which just made the whole process so much longer and harder than it needed to be.

After about two hours, Jay ended up picking out a pretty basic selection of clothes, including a couple pairs of chinos, two pairs of shorts, and a handful of button downs she liked, plus some nursing bras that fit her about as well as we could find, an assortment of panties, and a couple of plain white aprons. All in all, it was about three hundred dollars, but it would be enough, and it'd give her something to wear other than that cheap dress, plus a hamper of her own, and her own personal effects, like a toothbrush and towel.

After that, we started back home, again with my mother and I up front on the tan leather seats I'd put in my car, Jay on the black cloth back seats, and the clothes in the cargo area. We drove home in silence for the most part, aside from Jay's occasionally squeals and utterances of "Thank you master."

"So," I asked my mother around the halfway mark, "Why didn't you ever buy a slave of your own?"

My mother sighed next to me. "At this point in my life, they're an unnecessary expense," she said, "if I hadn't been pumping, and the Castros hadn't allowed their housekeeper Gloria to watch you when you were a baby I might've needed to get a slave of my own, but thankfully Mrs. Castro and Gloria both fell in absolute love with you, and would send me out on dates just so they could watch you. Do you remember that Rupert, back when we lived in the main house?"

I did have some memories of then, even if I was a good three or four when we moved. "Yeah." I replied. "Gloria would make me plantains and moros while singing, and Mrs. Castro would watch TV with me in that massive recliner of hers."

"Admittedly, seeing that did probably help speed up their divorce," My mother said, "But how you and Gloria accidentally saw Mr. Castro with the neighbor's wife would've done it anyway."

I shrugged, while Jay just seemed utterly engrossed in the story. "Of course," I said.

My mother continued, "But after that she threw him out on his ass, along with his good for nothing nephew who had been in the apartment before us. Which was pretty nice timing now that I think about it, since it was right about the time you needed to start sleeping alone anyway. But since then with Gloria around to watch you in the main house after school, and the apartment being as small as it is, I still didn't have a reason to get one, nor was I really even in the position to consider it, given that I still wasn't over your father."

The mood turned south quickly as my mother mourned her lost love, and I was reminded of all the things my mother's relatives had done to her and now myself because of his status. Jay looked lost.

"Jay," I said as I steered the car around a corner, "I'll tell you the whole story about my parents later when I have some time to kill."

Glancing in the rear-view mirror, I saw that jay just nodded silently as my mother looked off in the distance.

After a few minutes we arrived back home, and mom went up to unlock the door as I got the bags and Jay managed to unbuckle herself for the first time without getting caught in the seatbelt. Maybe my plan wasn't doomed after all.

Jay's first encounter with a washing machine was interesting to see as well, although fortunately we had only gotten her cotton and polyester clothing, so it wasn't anything too complicated. Still, this tiny cute girl just squinting and straining her eyes as she carefully followed the instructions on the lid of the machine, and the detergent packet container to the letter was rather adorable. Of course, she had also taken the time to carefully read the care instructions on all of her clothes as well, and sorted them into cool and warm colors, once I'd told her that she'd need to do that.

Once she had gotten everything figured out to her satisfaction, she threw the packet in, and let the water rise up to a point before I nodded in approval, and she threw in everything she had picked out for the cool pile, finishing up with the dress she had been wearing.

She then looked over at me. "Master, did I do anything wrong?" She said.

I noticed that I was staring at her rather large, milk-filled breasts. I quickly looked up. "Aside from the nudity, you did fine." I said.

"Does master want me to wear clothes?" Jay said, looking a bit scared and upset.

I just looked at her. "It's fine for now and I'm not going to punish you," I said, "But in the future, remember to wear clothes around other people, and especially in public."

She nodded. "Yes master." She said, "Do I have to sleep clothed as well?"

"I'll have to think about it." I replied as I turned to leave the utility room, "Now, since there's nothing else for you to do until the buzzer sounds, you can go read your book."

And with that, I heard a very rushed "Thank you master" and I saw a pasty white blur shoot by me before Jay curled up on the couch with her book.

I shrugged, and followed suit, grabbing a book on slave keeping I'd gotten for christmas from my girlfriend, and that I'd been reading for the last few days before setting down on the other end of the couch.