This page is dedicated to the Man I love
The Man I call Master in r/t, Companion in v/t
It is Our story A story of a scared girl Who found her heart Master And He His love slave
A girl watched Him
a girl watched Him
secluded in the shadows
she watched trembling
afraid to speak
and thus she would retreat
a girl watched Him
intreagued by a Man
with such power
such esteem
she watched His girls
trembling at His feet
she pondered His name
Hellspont she thought
surely He was as scarey
as she originaly thought
then He would chuckle
and it would melt her heart
so a girl watched Him
she hid in the shadows
from time to time
gathered up the muster
to beg to come inside
"Im on my way My friends"
His voice chimed
without even noticing
the girl slipped inside
then one night
He appeared
the Larl and Tarn
the place He'd come
she looked around
and all she found
were other sisters
busy and bound
she took a breath
and crawled to Him
her body shaking
her mind now numb
she kissed His feet
and offered to serve
He looked at her
with steel nerve
and ice blue eyes
"kalana" said He
she replied
"red or white Master?"
shaking inside
"white and chilled"
was His command
and off she went
to serve this Man
she served her best
a seductive dance
hoping for a subtle glance
not one reply came from Him
as she thought for sure
she would surely die
then suddenly
He bound back in
growling at the
boot that had taken Him
He looked at this girl
impressed that she continued
and took the drink
with a smile of approval
He tossled her hair
and left her there
to ponder and wonder
with much dispair
"to My lap slut"
He suddenly thundered
she nearly fainted
and tumbled over
"yes Master" a whisper came
as she slithered and wiggled
and tossed her dark mane
He held her and
looked into her eyes
then downed His kalana
and set the goblet aside
"You will serve Me in the pool..
be well My Brothers..
now heel girl"
she followed as a slave would do
He stripped His armor and His leathers too
and turned and dived into the water
His ice blue eyes sent chills a coursing
thru her lush body as He sat watching
"remove your silks slut
i want to see you"
"yes Master"
she knew she must
the knot untied
her silks did slide
down her curves
she stood with pride
"come closer girl..
step inside"
he chuckled at her nervous side
she thought of diving
then dismissed it
but chose to enter
by way of seduction
down the strairs
she inched her way
her body submerged
but she stood at bay
He pulled her close
her heart beat wild
He took her hard
and used her well
then offered a kolar
to be His first girl
she knew what she wanted
but was afraid to say
so she put Him off
for another day
that day came
and again she said
"a girl needs more time
being the cautious kind"
"one more day you shall have
and after that I shall kolar you"
He called her to Him
"have you decided?"
"no Master" she recited
"kneel slut at my feet..
I see your needs littleone..
and feel it best I take command"
"submission girl"
and she obeyed
lifting her arms
her crossed wrists
speaking the words
she could not say
He placed the steel
upon her neck
making her first girl
to serve His guests
a week had passed
and then she said
"Master..a girl loves You..
with all she is"
"do You littleone..
how do You know?"
"this heart speaks..
clearly now" she spoke
"When You decide..
to become My personal..
I would be happy..
to bring you full circle"
a girls heart lept
and yet she said
"a girl needs time..
it just wouldnt be right"
He gave her time
about a week
then asked again
His patience growing thin
she said "yes Master..
its what a girl wants..
but how would it look..
to those around us?"
"well how much time do you..
think we should wait?"
she pondered a month
and then said "two weeks?"
He laughed and said
"one week from tonight..
the kolar on Your neck..
will be mine"
"off to the corks..
to make the announcement"
the girl sat speachless
but filled with excitment
a ceramony of the grandest kind
she danced for Him
and spoke her mind
she told of what it is to be slave
and how she would serve Him
for the rest of her days
she kneeled before Him
and on that day
spoke the words
she once couldnt say
she begged His kolar
and gave her submission
and now wears His steel
bound now by love
and of devotion
heart to heart
souls eternal
her Master
Strong and firm her Masters hand
Tight His kol'ar it doth stand
Upon her neck of fragile grace
His loving ways her hearts embrace
His artist hands, doth mold and shape
Unforgiving of imperfect ways
in return she burns and grows
she gives her all,a blossoming rose
His to take or break at will
she to live and serve Him well
His love doth give her wings to fly
His chains doth keep her ever by
In the passing months this Man, moulded a scared, insecure girl, into a burning slave,
first girl of Thentis. Nearly a year passed,
when this girls vt life, took a dramatic twist.
she sat in Thentis, working on a dance to pleasure
her Master with, when suddenly, He spoke her name.
"sil...to My feet"
her heart pounded wildly, for she had been quiet as she worked,
something that displeased her Master greatly,she thought for sure,
she was in trouble deep she crawled to His feet,
showering them with kisses
of love and devotion her body trembling as her voice whispered
"yes my Master?"
UNDER CONSTRUCTION..MORE TO COME OF OUR STORY..*S*
OUR LOVE
