killing time

     I was allowed a small moment to relax yesterday and so I went to the gardens thinking I would be able to relax and enjoy the flowers in silence. I knelt at the apex of the path and was soon confronted by a man settled beneath a tree eating a topsit and reading a book. The man was a slaver, and judging by his accent, he was not of Ar. He had the golden ropes of Tharna on his belt. He spent awhile talking to me.. asking questions about my thoughts on the rumor that barbarians were the lowest and hottest of slaves. I said I didnt know, but I thought they could be. Soon I was in his lap in the position of slave lips. Our hips moving in a teasing dance against eachother his hands claiming my wrists and pulling them high above my head causing my back to arch wickedly. My chest pressed against his, his questions asked without answers. A feeling within me long forgotten. To be under the wicked eye of a slaver.. walked through paces I had long forgotten. Sure, I serve men in their furs for copper tarsks every day. I moan and squirm and feel slave orgasm. But its all mechanics. Trained into me like a helpless puppy begging for a treat. The hold I was in.. comanded not to move. It was thrilling to me mastered. If only for a few moments. Later that evening when the sun had started to set I was allowed at the waterfalls park to work on some notes in my gardening book when he appeared again. The woman Zia, my former trainer was also there. I scrambled to the slavers feet lest the woman get her paws on me. She is a wicked woman. She hates me more so then most slaves for some reason. I knelt at his feet, only to be put through my paces once again, the man placing me in many positions at his feet. I wonder if it was a look at me.. Im a better slaver then you are competition between him and Zia. Who knows.. Probabally not but still. I find myself wishing to see him again. If only to feel Mastered for those few moments. I miss my Master. I know he is here in the city somewhere.. its just a matter of finding out where now...

Rumors, Lies, and the persuit of happiness.

     I have heard tale of a man from Ar, a warrior of high standing to be exact, enslaved, treated like less then a pet mini sleen and used to fight in the pits for money. I have also heard of an excape from his captors and his freedom. He has not come for me. I believe he just might not. I know his companion has been in the company of the General, and the General had something to do with his release. We'll see what happens. My Master was a man who did what he wanted when he wanted, even in his chains. I wish I knew where he was so I could beg him to take me with him.

     I sat in my kennel beneath the cities larger slave house and spoke at length with a kajirus by the name of Zion. He said he had known the woman who claimed to own my Master. She was fickle and would of most likely sold him off out of the city if he had not excaped. Bitch!

     I saw Trahkam at the falls park. Seams he and tora are back to sharing a heart. Sweet the way they click with one another. I miss having such a relationship with my former Master. Perhaps someday....