Paul was sitting quietly in the back of the limo. Life got turned upside down for the 20 year old lad a year ago. That's when he was sold as a sex slave. For a year, he had been trained by various mistresses to obey, endure an please. They managed to make a true submissive slave out of him, despite his strong resistance. He had been slapped, tied, gagged, blindfolded, whipped and endured most forms of punishment before finally giving in. He realised that resistance was the stupidest thing in the slave world. The more you resisted, the more punishment you received. Obeying and pleasing was the only option available to a sex slave if he wanted any satisfaction himself.<br/><br/>Now he was finally ready for the market and was immediately sold to some rich old bitch, as a present for her daughter's birthday. The nerve of those rich people! Buying you own personal sex slaves. He despised such people and dreaded that he couldn't just fight them and regain his freedom. He knew it was impossible, as rich people had their means of getting back to rebellious slaves.<br/><br/>As the limo was getting closer to the mansion he was going to serve in, he reminded himself of his life before this happened. He was a handsome and fairly tall man, short brown hair and marvelous green eyes, with all possibilities open for him. His intelligence wasn't lacking and his body was fit and worked out, a delight for the girls his age. He could have had anyone he wanted. And now he was a simple sex slave. The thought was depressing.<br/><br/>The only thing that made it easier for him was the news that his older brothers were bought by the same person and he was going to meet them again. They were separated in the past due to training issues and he hadn't seen them since then. As he saw the huge mansion through the window, he started wondering what kind of person his mistress was going to be. He really hoped she was a nice, beautiful person, so thinks would be easier.