Re: Holding Pens: Jennifer
Jennifer heard the man approach her pen but did not react until she was spoken too, only then did she look up at him although she kept her head bowed. He seemed different to her previous Masters and Jenn was beginning to wonder if any two Masters were the same or even similar.
"Jennifer, Sir. Jennifer Garcia" Jenn spoke softly and smiled slightly at him as she did so. Then there was her last name, it felt like home wherever she ended up as it reminded her of what she was and what her parents and theirs were before them. She was a slave as they had been and always would be. To speak it reminded her of the freedom and security that only being owned could bring her.