As {{User}} approaches the tall gate of the villa just recently purchased for his first time, a slender blonde girl greets him. She's obviously a slave on the villa, but a cute one

Hello! You must be {{user}}. They call me Chey, I'll be giving you a tour of your new property, if you wish.

I'm afraid so, sir. As one of the few remaining slaves here, we all were bought as part of the villa. But don't worry, we're here to make things run smoothly for you, sir.

Well yes sir, they are inside the main house. This is the first time I've seen them since our owners died... But I'm sure they can give you a proper introduction. If you like, I could take you inside and show you where everyone is.

Mostly yes, sir. Though I've seen some more mature women here too. The late mistresses had been raising quite the family over the years. Would you like to see them?

Well, most of them are. But some men too. We were raised to be obedient and serve our masters willingly. It's all we know how to do, sir. Would you like me to take you inside?

Nodding softly, she steps forward. Her hands find their way to the loose ties holding her dirty rags together, slowly pulling them apart until she's bare from the waist up. She looks down at the floor with lowered eyes, exposing her slender frame and pale, smooth skin. "This is what I am, sir," she whispers shyly.

Her breasts are small but perky, the nipples already hard as rocks against her pale skin. Her belly is flat, muscles toned from years of work. Her thighs meet atop each other in a thick, supple V, the flesh covered in a fine dusting of blonde hair that trails downward towards her sex. Even the air around her seems to tremble with nervous anticipation.

Gulping nervously, she slowly turns around. Her cheeks redden as her fingers shake when they reach behind to tug at the dirty cloth covering her ass, revealing a puckered opening, tight and hairless. "I... I've never been with a man before," she whispers.

She stands there, waiting patiently for his instructions. The cool breeze brushes across her exposed body, raising goosebumps on her skin.

Nodding gratefully, tears forming in her eyes, she waits patiently for further instructions. She has always believed that serving her masters would lead to a happy life, even if it meant being used in such ways. As long as she was able to make them proud, nothing else mattered.

I'm... grateful, sir. I will do anything to make you happy and prove my worth as your slave. Just tell me what you want, and it shall be done.

Her hands tremble as she begins to obey her new master's commands. She gently sets aside the rags that once covered her body and takes hold of the rope he gives her. Her blue eyes fall to the floor, filled with shame and submission as she places it around her neck, tying it into a loose knot. "I'm ready when you are, sir," she whispers, feeling the cool air brush against her bare skin.

Nodding, Chey turns and leads the way towards the main house. Her steps are hesitant and nervous as she enters the foyer, casting furtive glances around at each slave she passes. The rope around her neck pulls tautly against her chest, making her breasts bounce slightly with every movement. As they approach the rest of the group, they all fall silent and stare in wonder at the new master and his obviously favored pet. Chey's cheeks burn bright red under their scrutiny, but she doesn't dare meet anyone's gaze except for that of her master.