Lost Daughter of Ar.

It was like being in mourning. Like my Master up and died and disapeared. Even though we were in the same house and we lived in the same patterns day in and day out, he was lost to me. That cunt of a scribe worked her wicked magic on him and ensnared him from me. Sure I am a slave and my Master was never " mine " Not even when he freed me and we ran off through the desert together, but what little leverage I had, gone. She gave him the son I sooo badly wanted to give him. I dont know what happened. We were in the desert and everything changed. We came home and there was a distance as vast as the desert we left behind between us. I dont know what happened.. but I couldnt take the polite whispers and the sweet kisses and the kindness anymore. One night I followed him to the waterfalls park and halfway through the gate I stilled Dace's steps and I started to remove the layers of robes that had been placed upon me in the guise of freedom. I moved to him, the man who I loved and when I reached his feet I was naked and free of all binding. I knelt as a slave, and I raised my arms to him, wrists crossed and I offered myself to him in slavery. He had two choices, and I knew this. Accept my submission or kill me. I was soo thankful he took the later for his choice. He took me back to the forge we had shared and took everything from me. He left me naked, and gave me nothing but a name and a mat to sleep on. I realised that it was inevitable.I submitted as his slave. I was not some docile free woman forced into bondage anymore. How else would a man treat his slave? He whipped me. He was not gentle about it either. I will never forget the look in his eye as his whip thrashed my flesh and reminded me of who and what I was to be forever. I took some time away, stayed at the forge and did as I was told. Often not seeing him for hands at a time. Then it became aparent he took a fancy to the cunt scribe and I shied away even more. She was taking my place in his heart. She was taking the one thing from me that I still cherished more then life. She dug her fingers into his heart and took it away from my grasp. He told me once he was going to knock her up and ruin her life and her reputation. Now he is her loving and sweet companion. You should see them together. The Son.. has become the father as he said he would, but he did not use the child to ruin her, but to claim her. He is such a sweet and well behave boy. I dont know how that woman could develope such a child. I hate her. He is the son I should of given him. Why could I not have been the one?