She heard the click of heels around her crate, her head following the sound blindly, squirming softly in her bonds, her body incapable of doing much more than that. As the woman's hands undid the leather straps that confined her to a tight, uncomfortable ball, she stretched out, moaning softly as she stretched her sore muscles, the feeling coming back to her limbs, the young slave girl stretching out in front of Madalyn.<br/><br/>She grunted as the woman pulled the ball gag from her mouth, shifting her jaw for a moment, still blind, her mind reeling at the voice above her. A woman!? He had given her to a woman? When she spoke, her voice was soft, timid, and a little confused.<br/><br/>"My name is Julia...M...Mistress. But Master sometimes calls me 'pet' or 'girl' as well."