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.