Punishments

Awhile back, just after my Master returned, he told me that I was no longer allowed to pleasure myself! Admittedly I found this very hard to do as he has always encouraged me to do so. He knows how much I love touching myself; especially at night…it helps to lull me to sleep. He expressed that he didn’t find that I craved him as lustfully as I had in the past, and that was when he told me the punishment I would be under until he decided otherwise. He suggested that perhaps it would make me a more lustful slave.

It took me awhile, but I finally accomplished what I thought was the impossible. Yes, I still fondle myself, but I stop just on the brink of coming. I do find that I twist, and turn in my sleep more, and that all I do is dream of him. I mean I have always dreamt of him, but now my dreams have taken on a darker, more sinister tone. I dream of him doing unspeakable thinks to me. I do try my best not to rehash my dreams during the day, but when I am about him I find it next to impossible.

I even daydream about the time when we stayed at Mistress Ostia’s house in Port Cos. The light from the tre moons spilled through the windows, and he took his time being gentle with me, and even told me that he loved me. Of course I‘m sure he wouldn't even remember the night, or wouldn’t admit to it if he did. I swear I walked around on cloud nine for a month.

Just the other day I was given a message to pass on to him about the things there were salvaged from the fire at the apartment. He look very intensely involved in his work at the moment, so I decided to wait until he looked up. The problem was that as I watched him the message slipped my mind because I was thinking of the dream I had of him the night before. Consequently, when I did remember to pass the message on to him, he was highly displease with me. I was paddled until my whole body shook, and I was red from the crook of my knees up to the curve of my ass. The back of my thighs were quivering, my flesh was on fire, and the red welts throbbed with each pulsing of my blood through my veins.

I thought he would never stop! The pain was so blinding that my mind slipped into a place where there was nothingness. When I tried to cry out in pain he covered my mouth hard, and told me to think of the neighbors. Yet, when he was done, I found myself blushing at how wet, and aroused I was, and I begging for him to fuck me. He instead sent me to sit in the corner, and think about what I had done.

This crushed me! Not because he didn’t do as I had begged, but because I had displeased him with my actions. I had a long time to sit and ponder my mistake. From now on whenever a message is given to me to pass on to him, I will write it down. And, it will be detailed, and I will ask questions if there is anything more that he might need to know about.



I have been his slave scribe for almost six En’Vars, and still I am learning. I will spend the rest of my life learning what pleases him. Even after all this time I feel as if I did the first time I realized that I love him.

Indescribably bliss.

A New Collar for His Slave

I now have a new collar about the column of my throat. It is different from the old one which I have to admit I miss. It use to fit more snuggly, and had a tag that dangled from it with the inscription of what I am most oft called; scribbles. At one point he had mention that there was a story behind the collar which had three notches etched into it, but he never explained what it was, and I never asked. I had a feeling that for some reason the story caused him pain, and I had no desire to bring up anything that made him think of the past. I was aware that there was a slave before me that he cared deeply for, and I was hoping to help him forget the pain of her loss.

I will have to get use to the way this one fits. It is a Turian collar which hangs more loosely; more like a necklace. I was thrilled to see that he had, had it engraved with his name upon it. I know this took time, and money which makes it all that more special to me. Just last night he showed me how easy it was to curl his fingers beneath it, and draw me to him swiftly.

Speaking of last night, he brought me to his new office in a building that he will be using for lending. The office reminds much of the one he had in Port Cos. He explained to me what his new venture is going to be, and how it will work. Already he has given me the task of advertising that he is able to lend coin to those who might need it. It will feel good to go out once again without fear of someone trying to take me away from him. Perhaps I will see my beloved chain sisters which I haven’t seen in ages.

I just learned that Iris is now with Master Hagan. As for Lily I haven’t heard any word on where she is. I’m not even sure if Master Hagan still owns her. As for Master Hagan has been kind enough to allow us to stay at his guest house until new living arrangements can be made. Master keeps telling everyone that I burned down the apartment! I have told him several times that it wasn’t me, but he keeps insisting one saying it was. So, I will go along with whatever he says.

Last night he also informed me that he purchased a slave that he brought back to the Inn we were staying in after we had ran into Master Hagan. Her name is Desire. Am I surprised that she is a blonde? Not in the least. I know he has always had a liking for blonde head slaves. The only reason he settled upon me in the beginning is because I was once a scribe, and he found my education useful.

Desire is a very lusty little tart, and he told me that she was going add her as an addition to our little family as he calls us. He said she would be our new little toy. He does know how I love to have a chain sister to snuggle up with when he is away on business. I do not know her very well but from that one night we spent with her she seemed as if she did not mind my touches. There are some slaves that do not like to be sensual with other female slaves. At first even I didn’t know what to do when my Master paired me with another female, but he taught me not to be ashamed of my desires.

It is amazing how far I have come since he first purchased me. I would have never have dreamed that I could be such the lustful little slut that I am. Of course when in public I sometimes still revert back to that shy little girl that was raised as a proper high caste free woman. But, with just a look…a touch…he makes all of those memories, and facades melt away.

A Daring Rescue on the Streets of Ar

I am writing on pieces of rench as my journal was burned by the slaver. I have not yet asked my Master to gift me with another as just having him with me again is the all that I really need in my life.

My Master! After two turnings he has returned, and I still feel as if I am dreaming. It is all so very surreal to me. I had submitted my body to the slaver as I truly though that my Master had abandoned me. I let the rumors seep into my mind like planted seeds. They grew until I lost sight of what he had told me. He had told me how to contact him if I truly needed him. Canoos, one of his most trusted guards had stayed at the apartment for over a turning, and made sure that I had everything I needed. Even after he vanished, probably to help my Master in his ventures, there mysteriously was a pouch of coins left on the counter ever few months.

I have to admit that I used said coins to hide away in the apartment. It was more than enough to provide me with everything I needed. I was safe there. No one asked me questions; no one eyed my body with desire. If I were to have gone out more I wouldn’t have been able to tell lies, and it wouldn’t have been long before someone would have reported me as an abandoned slave, and I would have been claimed by the city of Ar. After all, I was nothing but a mere slave. Yes, I had a collar, but people become greedy and try to take advantage of situations.

It was on one of those few occasions that I ventured out to the market that my luck ran out, and was followed by the slaver. Those few days, the fire, the trying to escape the city still is all a blur to me. All I do remember is spying him, Agrippa Pontus, my Master standing on the street as clear as day. He had been in the city, and by the blessings of the Kings was on his way to the apartment when he seen the flames, and actually spied me with a bag on my back following another man. He followed us, and cut through the back streets to come out in front of us.

I am not sure if words were exchanged between my Master, and the slaver, or if I was just drawn into the alley by my Master before the slaver turned back to notice I was missing. When I saw my Master I ran to him, and crumbled to my knees before him sobbing. He was solid! I feared that I was seeing things! But, it was not my imagination. There was no time for greetings, or celebration. He whisked me off quickly. There would be time for all that later once I…we were safe.

Burning the Past So A New Journey Can Begin

Picking out fruit to bring back to the apartment I happened to spy a Master that I thought was my Master, Agrippa. I dropped the fruit as my breath caught in my throat which drew his attention to me. I couldn't tear my eyes away from him as I stooped down to gather up the dropped items. It was then that he sauntered over to me, and asked me what I was staring at. I told him that he reminded me of someone, and he smirked. Walking off, leaving me to pay for the fruit, I thought he was gone. I have never been so wrong in my life.

For so long I had been extremely careful when going to the apartment, but this time I was followed. As soon as I unlocked the door I was shoved inside, my mouth covered, and a knife held to my throat. I was told if I screamed that I would be killed without a second thought. It was the Master from the Market square.

No one knew where I was so he took his time in questioning me. Within ahns he knew all of my secrets, my body was used, and I was on my knees before him begging for him to save me. Save me from what? I knew that I was an abandoned slave, and it was only a matter of time before I was claimed by the city, and perhaps sold. This Master, this slaver, stoked the flames in my bara that I no longer felt the heat of. Was it a rash decision to submit to him without even knowing anything about him? Perhaps. Yet, there was something about him that made me feel alive... something I hadn't felt since I realized my Master was never coming back.

That night he burned my journal...leaving me with only my memories of my former life. He bound me, and tied me to the end of my former Master's couch while he slept upon it. This slaver was a beast, and upon awaking the next morning I was having second thoughts. He quickly picked up on this, and told me that I was perhaps not the slave he thought I might be, and threatened to leave me behind.

Forcing my hand he made me make my decision. Have my life erased, and be with him so that he could mold me into his slave, or be left behind. For the second time I was filled with dread at the thought of being alone again. Beast or not, I begged him not to leave me. After considering my words I was told to gather my things.

Upon emerging from the back room with a sack filled with my favorite silks, cosmetics, perfumes, and whatnot I discovered that the slaver had set fire to the apartment. When I frantically asked what he was doing he told me he was burning my past. He remarked that it would throw people off of our path, and perhaps even have people think that I had died in the fire.

He sauntered out the door. He did not tell me to follow, yet I did. I looked back as the apartment as it went up in flames. Already there were people scurrying about to put out the fire. The apartment would be a complete loss, but the adjoining apartments would be unharmed. How much time it would buy us I wasn't sure, but it did give us a head start. We were heading to board a ship that would carry us to Port Kar, a city I had never been to.

I am now dependent on him for everything! Is he a beast? Yes! Do I desire him? Yes! He is strong, demanding, and dominate. Everything that I thrive on. I have a strong feeling that what he demands from me will be more challenging than anything I've been through in my life thus far, and I find myself craving his approval; wanting to please his every whim.

Since submitting to him I have already struggled several times with what I have done. Yet, all I have to do is look at him, and something deep inside me tells me that I have done the right thing. My future now lays with this excruciatingly handsome Master...bald, tanned flesh, muscles that ripple with each movement he makes, mesmerizing green eyes.

I am ready to forget the past, and begin a new journey with the...beast, the slaver, my Master.

A Realization

After a full turning she has come to realize that her beloved Master is never coming back. Although she was being rented by Master Dor, and his companion she has slipped away to return to the apartment which Agrippa left to her. He told her if he never returned that she would always have the apartment for her and her former chain sister to escape to. She realized when he met with her last that he knew he would never be returning. He gave her last minute instruction that she followed to the tee. Yet, she sill holds on to what he had her do, not knowing who to turn it over too. He also left her enough coin to last her for a long while, but the coins are growing short.

She has began serving one Master under the cloak of night. Why she has chosen him to trust is beyond her. Perhaps it is because she has a bit of history with him. After all Agrippa had sold her beloved chain sister to him, and she was praying that through him she could make contact with her again. Yet, who is she kidding. She needs the guidance of a Master...the touch of a Master...a Master who she can serve as she did her beloved.