A Set: Midnight and Flaxen. (Journal)

It has been to long since I have scribbled my thoughts to the pages of my journal, but I can no longer put off doing so. Master has taken a new slave. I am so delirious in love with him that when I first saw that he had placed his collar about my new chain sister's neck I felt a wave of panic wash through me. A torrential cascade of questions ran through my mind,
'Why? Was I not enough? Is he tired of me? What have I done wrong?' is just a smattering of the thoughts that rushed at me.

He, nor does she, know that I spent the remainder of the day hold up in the attic crying hysterically. My hands trembled, and I could not shake away the feeling that he was looking to have me fade into the tapestry of what has been his chain of slaves; to become one of the faces that once was, but is no more. When it felt as if the four walls of the small room were trying to close in on me, and I rushed to the window, and flung the pane doors open so that I could feel air swirl in to caress my face. 'Breath,' is what I kept repeating over, and over.

By time the tears stopped, my head throbbed; my eyes ached, and were swollen. Then I realized my selfishness. Did I not breath for him? Was not his contentment, my contentment? The center of my universe loves blondes, and I am not a blonde. So why was I not overjoyed that he had attained a girl which pleased him greatly?

For now we call her Iris. I would be lying if I said the first hand that she was in the house that I was not jealous. I was... insanely so. I learned not only is she a vision of beautiful, but she is smart, and has a vibrant personality that those around her are drawn to. I decide I would have to overcome my inner turmoil, and learn to embrace my chain sister. This did come, and what dissolved the apprehension I had of Iris was when she tended to my welts after my Master...Our Master...whipped me.

I had been distracted, and through my distraction I was failing to do exactly as instructed... was not answer question directed to me. For my indiscretions I was punished. Iris applied a damp cloth to the burning welts, and soothed me with her words. Ironically she told me to breath. The exactly thing I had been trying to do all hand. She is gentle, and has the touch of a soothsayer.

Iris, by what I have learned, has traveled a hard road. I feared she would be like the last chain sister I had, but she is nothing like her. She is soft, and sensual. She is someone I can confide in...lay next to when our Master is away. She is like me... a slave to our Master.