The Journey

"Set what you have brought from your past life upon the floor, and bring your hands behind your head."

All was removed, I now the naked slave, save the cold dark glitter of the key I yet wore about my neck and the virgin belt that still separated me from my unsure future. I bore no collar; I sported no lying veils of modesty. I was an owned bit of flesh with one purpose in life, to serve and please the man that owned me.

The man who owns me. Even now, as I write this, recanting the day’s events as best I can from beneath the pale glow of lamplight, I feel the familiar flush creep upon me. Even now I can feel the wild hammering of my heart at being the possession of such a man. I still do not understand what it is he sees in me or why he has chosen me from what I’m sure is a grand collection of very appealing slaves. I am more then not, too quiet, losing myself amongst the multitude of other collared chattel.

But he sees something within me others do not.

I am not a stupid slave, I know there are those that wished to own me for my ability of reading the cards, something I once wanted, but I now know that sort of ownership would have been hollow and without substance. He offers me so much more. He offers me growth and what he takes is so much less then what I receive in return.

When he looks at me I can feel the stirring echoes of something untapped, something intoxicatingly carnal and delicious.

I slept by his side last night, though he made no move to touch me other then allowing me to snuggle against him. When I awoke, he was gone, replaced by Glee who was smiling down at me, urging me to hurry and dress. My collar, for now, is a burgundy ribbon tied about my throat holding a tag that dangles downward, stating my ownership. My new garment is also of a burgundy hue, apparently my Master’s favorite color and one he wears often, while the other slaves wear a shade of blue.

The other slaves. I believe fitting in will be harder then I earlier anticipated. They tend to be very cliquish, save the Gleeful one.

I miss Perelandra. I’ve so much to tell her!