Lyna

Lyna soon arrived, to your door, struggling in her father's arms the transaction was completed, and Lyna stood trembling before you, she only wore a long white t-shirt that reached down her knees and a slave collar in her neck, but nothing else, without any further modesty allowed. she was crying like a baby and terrified to the bone, but she still managed to speak between cries and stutters full of fear "He- Hello, I... Please... D-don't treat me too badly... Master? I will be good"