She had finally reached the age that we could make her ours. Still so petite and barely developed, but ripe for breeding. We had waited until she was twenty to officially make our mark.
Lila had come to stay with us just after eighteenth birthday. She had been looking for a job as a maid, but I immediately knew I wanted her as my personal attendant. She was only about five feet tall and must have weighed maybe a hundred pounds. Her breast had barely developed and her hips were narrow. She could easily be confused to be a child. I had to ask for her papers to confirm her age.
Our home was full staffed with maids, nursery attendants, butlers, gardeners, and farm servants. We were well satisfied with our servants.
We had a mix of races and ethnic backgrounds. We had a taste of all sizes and body shapes, so we accepted everyone that came to our door with an open mind of what their work would be.
Tila was pale; the palest of all our servants. Her skin was like porcelain and her private parts were the palest pink. Had she been born to the right family she would have been bartered for a high price. Her misfortune was
our gain.
When Tila came to stay with us, we were very open with our lifestyle and never sheltered her from our behavior. Her sleeping area was a nook in my suite that was open to Zane's suite. We had no closed doors between us and enjoyed each other's behaviors.
Our first floor servants dressed in knee length maid dresses, that accented their bodies with a snug corset. They were well kept and could greet guests at all times.
Our second and third floor servants wore short skirts, tight open cup corsets, and stockings. We had specially designed their outfits so we could access their bodies whenever we wanted.