<strong>Erica – Training Grounds</strong><br/><br/>Erica let out a sigh when she realized what she was here for. Attached to yet another Master/Mistress, hadn’t they learned yet that she had no desire to be a slave? They most likely didn’t care. That’s what made it the hardest, not having a choice in the matters. As she stood amongst the others, she did a quick check around, eyeing up her fellow slaves, a few of them looked promising for what she had in mind.<br/><br/>Erica was already bored of waiting around, she had started to fidget; Her bare toes kept curling in and un-curling. One hand lifted to play with her somewhat dirty brown hair, while the other played with the hem of her short white dress which looks more like a nightie and doesn’t quite show off her small’ish breasts, though the dark colour of her nipples can easily be seen through the thin white fabric.<br/><br/>Once the pairings were listed off Erica let out a yawn and did a little stretch before seeking out her newest Mistress…How long would this one last? Erica knew next to nothing about what kind of Mistress this Safira was, but it didn’t really matter. For now Erica was this woman’s property. Once she spotted Safira, Erica walked over, keeping her eyes downcast as one of her previous Masters had taught.<br/><br/>“Hello Mistress, I would be Erica, your new slave.” She really did try to keep the bored tone out of her voice.<br/>