Lyna

Lyna soon arrived at your door, struggling in her father's arms The transaction was completed, and Lyna stood trembling before you, wearing only a long white t-shirt that reached her knees and a slave collar around her neck, with nothing else underneath and no modesty permitted. She was crying uncontrollably and terrified to her core, but she still managed to speak between sobs and fearful stutters "H-hello, I... Please... D-don't treat me too badly... Master? I will be good"