*One year later*

Julie beamed as she shook Chainhill’s hand. “So glad to be here! Thank you for the invite.” She said with her patent smile.

“Of course Julie! Glad to have you; your first year as a citizen has been so productive for our nation.” He said as Julie put a small tug on a leash.

“I’m glad to help Dracon, this nation has provided me with so much- pleasure after all.” She said looking over her shoulder.

Chainhill walked over to the teen at the other end of the leash. “Your slave looks lovely today.” He said feeling the slave’s firm athletic rear, and whip mark covered belly. The brown skinned girl had on a strapless lacy bra, thong and almost thigh high stockings. In her mouth was a ring gag. “Seem to have her set up for more than just champagne duty this evening.”

Julie winked at him. “I want to make sure your guests get a happy ending to their evening.” She said looking over her shackled and lingerie clad slave.

“Of course, let me show you where you can get her set up to serve refreshments.” He said, showing Julie where to go, she followed him, her leashed slave close behind as she gave her collar a tug. As they walked they past an elegant looking indian woman, her eyes wide in intrigue and eagerness; by her side her daughter, gorgeous, around Marisa’s age, maybe just a shade younger. A look of disgust, but mostly horror on her face as she watched the slave girl be pulled to her duties. Two figures walked up, her mother introducing them as Geoff and Ariel, they laughed explaining how they had broken that very slave girl. The look of horror didn’t leave the daughter’s face, and she hated their comments on her sari, how it exposed her belly and some thigh. She also hated how they had this knowing expression on their faces as they drank her in.

They would end up enjoying the party almost as much as the previous year.