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and tend to the
slaves.”
    Flame blushed. James must hire a service to
maintain his kennels. She had no idea. She’d never thought about
the mechanics of keeping slaves and ladies never went anywhere near
the kennels.
    The woman looked at her. “The service cleans
the kennels, stocks the supplies that you need, and may prepare
some meals if your owner doesn’t feel like hand-feeding you and if
he hasn’t put you on a starvation diet. They also dress wounds and
monitor your general health. It’s up to you to prepare yourself for
your owner. The service doesn’t do hair and makeup. You better
learn quick what your owner likes and give it to him. One more
thing. Be good to the kennel service and they’ll be good to you.
They won’t abuse you without your owner’s permission but slaves
have been known to give occasional blowjobs to keep the service
happy. You don’t have to, but it’s worth considering. Just make
sure that your owner never finds out that you’re servicing the
service. The kennelman won’t talk but other slaves might not be so
discrete.”
    Flame had never before sucked a man’s cock.
She wondered how many different cocks she was going to have to suck
now. A lot, she guessed. She was going to learn to do it very well,
indeed.
    She couldn’t complain about that. She had
volunteered for the job.
    “Do you have any questions?”
    She did. “In the other room, I was injected
with something. Do you know what it was?”
    “One of the shots was a contraceptive. Unless
told otherwise, we presume that your owner doesn’t want you
pregnant. You’ll get one shot every month from your kennelman.
Unless your owner decides to have your ovaries removed.”
    Flame felt queasy. She hadn’t considered that
her owner could sterilize her any time he felt like it. Or modify
her in any way he chose. She had noticed that none of the slaves
who were sold today were flat chested. In fact, all were well
endowed. She wondered how many had been surgically improved by
their owners. Her natural breasts were already a good size, but
maybe her new owner liked tits the size of watermelons. If so, he
would have implants installed.
    She could only pray that she would never be
owned by a man with a fetish for amputees. Or someone who liked his
slaves mute.
    The woman didn’t notice Flame’s sudden
disquiet. Or didn’t care. She just kept talking. “Some owners
prefer a sterile slave, others want to keep the possibility of
breeding open. The other shots were vaccinations. We have them for
most sexually-transmitted diseases. All the common ones. It’ll take
a couple of weeks for you to build an immunity but most gentlemen
are clean so you’ll probably be okay until then. Your owner might
not pass you around if he wants to enjoy you exclusively for a
while first. On the other hand, he might start throwing a lot of
parties to show you off right away. You never can tell. ”
    Flame hung her head at the thought of being
passed around. She had imagined James buying her and keeping her to
himself.
    Irene had been so foolish. But Flame was
going to handle whatever came. This was her new life.
    “Get yourself made up,” the woman said. “I’ll
be back in a while to inspect you.” Her voice lost its mother-hen
tone. “Do a good job or you’ll regret it. If you don’t pass
inspection, I know how to discipline a slave so that it doesn’t
leave a mark but makes her suffer for days.”
    As soon as the woman left, Flame set to work
with all the skill that she had developed during her life as a
lady.
    When the woman returned, she examined Flame’s
face critically. “You’ll do for now. That’s lady makeup but you’re
a fallen lady so it’s appropriate today. Your owner will wipe that
off your face with his cock. Next time, though, take a close look
at other slaves. Slave makeup is bolder. More sensual. Red lips.
Dark eyes. Don’t keep trying to look like a lady or your owner will
lose interest and go back to his wife.