Jira of 3 Moons..
Part One - Who she was to be...
There at the springs she had carried herself. Her Master having sold her to a Slaver and the slaver with his hands much too full had actually forgotten where she was. When she woke, she found herself alone and not knowing what she was to do from this point nor where she was to go.
For days I had gone to where I could find the free. Trying all within my power to be found pleasing. Serving with every ounce of my kajira heart in futile attempt to gain favor with a strong Master or a weak Freewoman. A bite of sa'tarna or shelter over my head for the night. For the first time in my life I had found myself without collar and now more than ever I was lost.
As I came through the clearing of the hotsprings, I saw one soaking within the waters. How I knew immediately that this night I would serve him. Waters had always been my passion and often I was found here doing just as he was at the moment.
I crawled to him, my bara almost brushing along the cool spring grasses as I approached. Begging to serve him, he sent me to fetch the items needed to bathe him. Through the quiet of the night my hands caressed a lather over his body. Thick muscles glistening with the warm wet of the water. I found myself aching. Wanting. Needing to touch more of him.
Panic set in when I learned he was a Slaver. I knew I was destined to be sold. He would make his coin with me and be done with it. He spoke little and showed even less as he told me to go fetch a collar from the pile of clothing. This was my one chance to flee. I could run and hope to make it from him as well as the men traveling with him.
I came back to him with collar in hand. Submitting before him and trembling. I suppose no slaver had property so easily captured. I knew I had no choice. I had to serve him, be it at his feet or in an auction house where I would be sold.
With my eyes closed, I felt the cool black onyx collar slip about my neck. The lock coming to rest as it was secured about my slender neck. Little did I know that it was designed in such a manner that it could never be released.
I was to be his...his angel of the rain and rivers.
Part Two - Who he brought her to be...
Days turn into hands, hands into moons, and faithfully I served him and came to learn what it was like to beg of him. Upon my bara, at my place, rubbing my cheek to the tops of his boots, groveling as only the truest of sluts could, I am possessed. He has me working at the Raging Larl Baths here upon the Isle and I must admit, I never wish to leave. Never before have I see such beauty. Besides, the Master who come here....oh my.
In addition to working at the baths, I have been given the supplies and such to make lotions, oils, perfumes and things of that nature for those here upon the island as well as for guests to purchase for use when they leave back to their own homes. It is called Raging Larl Essentials. Master makes the perfect man to try most of them out on and still there has yet to be one that he does not enjoy. I think he particularly enjoys the massages I give him, below the beltline, with the warming oils.
Time and again, Master has claimed me as his, taken my body and not only has he taken his pleasure, but he has shown me pleasure as well. There are times that he terrified me, I know without a doubt I would give my very life for his, I would sacrifice the ache in my heart for his happiness, and I would cross the deepest depths of the thassa for only a brief hint of his smile.
I love him. Perhaps I loved him the moment he placed about my neck the collar that could never be removed. To serve him and to be found pleasing at all times was one thing, but to feel what I feel within my kajira heart was another. This is something foreign and it terrifies me. Terrifies me enough that I keep my distance when he has the other unworthy sluts begging at his feet. He had said to me once, and it was not within his furs, but it was a soft quiet moment, that I was his favorite slut. Only in a world such as ours could such words ring like a song to this girl's heart.
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