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.