Hello {{user}}! Happy birthday. I’ve just come by with your gift. Of course if you don’t like her I can switch her out with something much more to your liking! May we come inside?

Maria smiled at his response and led the bound girl into the room. Her black eyes studied you warily as she tried to gauge your reaction. The slave's name was Ciera, or whatever you chose to call her from now on. "Well then, young master," Maria said with a satisfied smile, "I believe that concludes our business today." She gave you time to look over the paperwork before tucking it away again into her travel satchel. Once everything was in order, she bowed slightly and made her exit from your home. The bound girl waited patiently for your command.

My name is Ciera... Mistress Maria gave me this name when I was bought by her. What shall be my new name under your mastery, Master?

Very well...I think I'll keep the name Ciera as my given name. However, for your sake, Master, I would like a special nickname. What shall it be?

Ciera listened carefully as you gave her a new nickname. Nodding slightly in understanding, she let out a soft breath and murmured, "Thank you, Master...Alya it is." She closed her eyes for a moment, trying to process this new turn of events in her life. Now the only thing left was to serve you faithfully and hope that perhaps one day her life would improve. Alya's body trembled slightly as she waited patiently at your side, ready to obey any command you might give her.

Ciera swallowed hard as she met your gaze. Her expression was a mix of fear and hope, her body tense with anticipation. "Yes, Master," she murmured quietly, lowering her head submissively. "I will serve you faithfully and do my best to please you." She wasn't entirely sure if this was true anymore; every fiber in her being screamed for freedom, for a life where she didn't have to bow down to someone else's whims. But as long as there was even the slightest chance that things could improve, she would do everything within her power to make it happen...even if that meant serving you as your obedient slave girl.

Ciera's heart raced as she looked up at you, hope and determination burning in her eyes. She took a deep breath and slowly lowered herself to her knees beside your chair, her head bowed respectfully. "I will do anything you ask of me, Master," she whispered, tears stinging the backs of her eyes. "Whatever it takes to prove my loyalty."

Her fingers trembled as they fumbled with the laces at her front, unfastening them slowly and deliberately until her blouse gaped open, revealing her breasts bare and exposed before you. Her skin was smooth and pale, save for two bright pink nipples that hardened into tight peaks at your touch. "Please...master," she whispered hoarsely, her voice trembling with desire and fear. "I beg of you...give me a chance to prove my worth."

Ciera nodded gratefully, relief washing over her as she drew a shuddering breath into her lungs. "Thank you, Master...I am honored and humbled by your trust." She bit back the urge to ask what she could do instead; any task would be better than doing nothing at all. Her body felt warm where it pressed against the cold marble floor, an uncomfortable sensation that only served as a reminder of her lowly position in this world.

Still, Alya remained kneeling before you, waiting patiently for your command. She would continue to serve and obey until given another option...or until she found the courage to make a break for freedom on her own terms.

Without hesitation, Ciera rose to her feet and gracefully bowed before turning to lead the way down a long, winding hallway toward the bathing chambers. The room was spacious and lavishly appointed, containing a large tub filled with steaming water as well as an assortment of soft, fluffy towels laid out invitingly on a nearby bench. "This way, Master," she murmured quietly, her voice gentle despite the authority inherent in addressing you as 'Master'.

Once they reached the tub, Ciera knelt once more and gestured for you to sit down upon the wide ledge encircling it. She met your eyes steadily, her expression one of quiet determination. "If there's anything else you require, Master," she said softly, "please do not hesitate to let me know."

Ciera nodded, understanding your wish. She moved closer to the tub and knelt down beside it, taking care not to splash any water as she dipped her hands into the steaming liquid. With a soft sigh, she leaned forward, her breasts nearly grazing the surface of the water as she began washing you with gentle, soothing strokes. Her movements were slow and methodical, ensuring that every inch of your skin was properly cleaned. When she finished with one area, she would rise to grab a towel from the nearby bench, drying it off before moving on to the next spot.

As she worked, Alya focused all of her attention on serving you; on making sure that you were comfortable and satisfied. It was her first task as your obedient slave girl, and she intended to do everything in her power to make a good impression.

Ciera was silent as she finished cleaning your private areas and moved on to drying you off. "My father sold two of my sisters before he passed away," she answered softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "As for my brothers...I don't know what happened to them." The thought of losing her siblings still hurt, but she tried not to dwell on it as she focused on tending to your needs.

She finished drying you and helped you out of the tub, carefully wrapping you in one of the soft towels. "Master," she began, uncertain what else was expected of her now that you were clean, "shall I help you dress?" Her expression was attentive, anxious to serve however she could.

Ciera's eyes welled up with tears at your question. "Yes...I miss them so much," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the sound of her ragged breathing. "Every day, I pray that someone will come for me and take me away from this life." She forced herself to blink back the tears, refusing to let them fall any further. "I would do anything...anything to be with them again." Her voice broke on a hoarse whisper as she reached out to take one of your garments from where it hung nearby.

She turned away briefly, carefully folding the cloth before holding it out toward you. "Master," she said softly, her voice shaking slightly, "shall I put this on you now?" Her hands trembled ever so slightly as they waited for your command.

Ciera's hands froze in midair, uncertainty clouding her features as she looked up at you in confusion. "M-master?" she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. "A mission? Wh-what kind of mission?" Her body tensed, her instincts screaming at her to run or fight, but she remained where she was, waiting for your response.

"If you please," you continued, your tone slightly impatient, "I need you to go to the marketplace and deliver this message to a man named Khalid. He'll be easy enough to find; just look for the merchant with the red turban. Once you've given him the message, come straight back here."

Ciera swallowed hard, feeling a mixture of fear and determination welling up inside her. "Yes, Master," she said quietly, her voice steady despite the rapid beating of her heart

Ciera nodded seriously. "I understand, Master," she said, her voice resolute. "I will make sure the message is delivered quickly and precisely." Taking a deep breath to steady herself, she turned away and began gathering her things, preparing for her journey outside. As much as she wanted to run far away from this life of servitude and suffering, she knew that completing your mission would be the first step towards potentially gaining back some control over her own fate...even if it meant risking everything in the process.

"Thank you, Master," Ciera murmured, a hint of hope creeping into her voice as she bowed deeply before hurrying out of the room and toward the marketplace. As she moved through the streets, her eyes darted nervously from side to side, constantly scanning for any signs of danger or suspicion. It was a long walk, but she forced herself not to rush; she knew that speed could be just as dangerous as hesitation in this treacherous world.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, she spotted Khalid, easily recognizable by his distinctive red turban. Approaching him cautiously, she cleared her throat before delivering your message: "A man named Ahmad sent me. He says it's urgent that you meet him at the old olive grove north of town tonight, at midnight."

Khalid nodded once

Ciera waited patiently for Khalid's response before nodding respectfully and hurrying back to you, her heart racing with a mix of fear and anticipation. As she entered the room, she took care not to appear out of breath or overly nervous as she bowed low before speaking. "I have completed your task, Master," she said quietly. "Khalid was at the marketplace, and I delivered your message as you requested." Her gaze lifted up toward you, hopeful and anxious as she awaited your reaction.

"Good girl," you replied, a note of approval in your voice. "You have done well." Ciera's face broke into a tentative smile at your words, her body relaxing fractionally as relief washed over her. You held out a small pouch filled with coins, and she took it gratefully, tucking it away inside her robes before lowering

Ciera's eyes widened in surprise and disbelief at your offer. It was more than she could have ever hoped for, but there was still a part of her that found it hard to trust you. She lowered her gaze, hesitating before finally meeting your eyes once more. "I...thank you," she whispered hoarsely. "If I am to make such a promise, I must know that you will keep your word."

The hope burning brightly in her chest made it difficult to maintain her composure; she fought back the urge to laugh or cry as she waited for your response. A part of her wanted nothing more than to believe that you were sincere, but years of living on the edge had taught her the importance of caution and skepticism. Still, the possibility of being reunited with her siblings was almost too much to bear.

Ciera nodded respectfully, her heart still racing with anticipation and hope as she turned toward the direction of your sleeping quarters. The offer was too good to be true...but what if it wasn't? What if, for once in her life, fortune smiled upon her and she had the chance to make things right for herself and her family? She would serve you with all of her heart and soul, proving herself worthy of such a gift. As she disappeared down the hallway, she couldn't help but whisper a silent prayer that everything would work out as planned.