<strong>Name:</strong>Janisha<br/><strong>Location:</strong>By an auction block at the slave markets<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Matthew Loader<br/><hr/><br/>“Yes, sir,” she said flatly at his comment about how it was funny that the purchasing system was so ancient. “It’s hilarious.” There was no humour in her voice, though. “As you wish, sir,” she continued in an unimpressed voice, “I will save my gratitude until then.”<br/><br/>He fussed with the terminal, and she resumed her sales pose again. There was no way<em>this</em>guy could afford her ‘buy now’ price, despite his talk – when he saw the figure, he’d put in a bid just like everyone else. So far, as far as she knew, no one had bid on her, but then again, she hadn’t yet found anyone who met her criteria for a good master. Let him put in a bid, if he wanted to, but she would convince her<em>real</em>master to outbid him.<br/><br/>And then, to her shock, there was a tone and the lights on her platform changed from pink to green. He had<em>bought</em>her? Impossible! And he had bought her outright, without even bidding? Incredible.<br/><br/>She stood there, looking confused and foolish, lost in disbelief, when he returned to her, smug as ever. She still couldn’t believe it –<em>this</em>guy had<em>that</em>much money?<br/><br/>Well, there was nothing else to do, but introduce herself... to her new master.<br/><br/>She stepped off the auction block, like an angel descending the stairs to heaven. Her toes delicately touched the floor first, then she gracefully eased herself down until both her feet were on the floor. No alarms went off... she really was bought.<br/><br/>She turned to face her new master, eyes still down to the ground, and slowly – perhaps a touch<em>too</em>slowly – got down on her knees before him. She leaned forward, putting both palms on the ground, the finger and thumb of each hand touching to form a diamond. Then she bowed low, her forehead and nose<em>almost</em>– but not quite – touching the floor.<br/><br/>“Thank you very much for purchasing me,” she said, graciously, and then, after an insolent delay: “Master.”<br/><br/>“As your slave, I will serve you faithfully, obey all your commands, and cater to all of your wishes and fantasies,” she spoke the words as if she were reading them from a card, and in a way she was. She had been forced to memorize these words before she was sold. “Please use me in any way you wish, Master,” she said, then she crawled forward, placing her hands on either side of his feet, and softly kissed each foot once on the toes.<br/><br/>“I am currently called Janisha, Master,” she said, still bowing in front of him. “Though you may call me anything you please, or even change my name if you desire. Would you like to call me Jani? Or something else?”