The Return of Iris (Journal)

I am thrilled that my chain sister has returned to us safely! From her account she had been stolen, and held captive in a cave high in cliff wall. The bastard had placed his personal brand on the back of her neck; a dragon. Poor iris had brought a knife to our Master, and wanted him to cut it off. Master refused, saying that it would only mar her, and leave an ugly scar.

I had been looking for iris everywhere. I spoke to a Master in the arena that noticed that I seemed to be looking for someone, or something. I told him that my chain sister was missing, and he said to begin my search with the Slavers...that, that was my best hope. He explained that if she had been stolen by someone for their personal use, and desires, that I would probably never see her again. His words nearly broke my heart.

It has not been since glory that I have had a chain sister that I adored. There was the free woman raona that he collared, but she and I never got along. I've never admitted it to my Master, but when he traded her for me when Master Cyrus captured me, and stole me away from the falls, I secretly prayed that she would not ever be returned. Master did fight Master Cyrus for her twice, and I was scared for his life, and angry at her because he was fighting for her return. We even ventured, by way of the old well, down to the underground tunnels that led to the old fortress in an attempted to find, and free raona. Yet, we never found her. Soon after Master Cyrus vanished from Port Cos, and he took her with him. Then I was guilt ridden for hands because I knew what a sinister man Master Cyrus was, and I felt somehow responsible for her fate. One: because I prayed that she never return, and two: because our Master had traded her for me.

I have digressed.

Iris explained that the Master became tired of her rejection of his advances, and he simply dumped her in the middle of a field with his collar about her throat. She made her way home, and since we were not there I was horrified to learn that she sawed that collar from about her neck. Her throat was marked with scrapes, and cuts! She was so frightened that our Master would be angry with her, and not once again place his collar about her throat.

As harsh of a Master as ours can be he drew her into his arms, and soothed her. He told her that everything would be okay, and that she was safe now. That is what I adore about our Master, he can at times be the most gentle, and loving Master...making one feel safe, and protected, and special.

At any rate my iris is home. She is safe, and I have been pleased to have the warmth of her body when we sleep together when our Master goes away on the weekends, or even sometimes for a full hand.