Jon saw a teenaged girl in a French Maid's outfit. Her eyes were red and she was sobbing. Her black hair fell down to the small of her back, her skin was pale and her breasts were at least an H-cup.
"I am so sorry, Master," she sobbed, speaking in a French accent. "I did not mean to let her see me, but she came home early from work and caught me cleaning."
"What do you think you were doing, young man," said his mother. "Not only did you acquire a servant girl, but you thought you could hide her from me. And here I thought you were doing the cleaning."
"But she's just a maid," said Jon, thinking fast. How on earth did he get a French Maid, and why would he want to hide her from his mom?
"Just a maid, you say?" yelled his mom. "She is most certainly not just a maid, as you would know when you purchased her."
"Purchased?" Jon said, suprised.
"Of course, Master," said the maid. "You purchased me from the same place all maids come from: Maids Inc. I was so happy when you picked me out, I promised to be the best Maid ever. And I do so love cleaning your house and doing the chores. But it was so lonely, up in your room. I knew I could only come out of your room when everyone was gone, no one but you was allowed to see me, and I couldn't even leave the house at all. It was so hard to time things right, and I got caught this time."
"See," said his mother. "They don't make maids, they make slaves. Girls created to be the perfect slave girls: obedient little sluts who have no other reason for existing than to be property. She's already admitted that she's not only cleaning the house, but she's also sleeping with you!" The girl started sobbing louder now. "She could be pregnant, Jon! They're as fertile as any other girl. I can't believe that you'd do something like this, Jon! Buying another human being and keeping her secret from me?"
"But I love being Master's slave," the girl objected. "It gives me fulfillment and makes me happy. Every day, when Master sees what a good job I've done, he tells me how proud he is of me and how wonderful I am. And when we go to bed together, he holds me tight in his arms and I know that he loves me."
"Happy or not, we are going to have a long talk about what we are going to do with little Marie here, and whether or not I'll allow her to stay," said Jon's Mom. "Until we do, take her up to your room and do not let her out again."
Jon reluctantly escorted the still crying Marie up to his room. Once there she clung to him and cried, "But I don't want to leave! I can't be happy anywhere else, not now that I've fully bonded to you! Please don't let her send me away. I'll die if I do."
Jon stroked her hair and wondered what he would do.
