That would be sarcasm Ladies and gentlemen... but tonight Vincent became my hero... too bad he is leaving Ar with my Mistress to globe trot with my former Master.. leaving me at home with... Him. But I digress... come sit awhile.. its a good read..My Mistress is leaving Ar.. with Hestius to take on some mission I am not privy to the details of. she only said she and he were going at it alone and the buisness was personal. You know the old addage..." Curriosity is unbecomming in a kajira." So... I struggled not to ask questions.. not to ask how things were with him... if the cunt had finally died and left him free again.. I only followed her through the market, and carried her packages even though she had the palanquinn that was more then capable of holding everything she needed. While we were in the square we went into a shop that carried men's clothing, things for a warrior.. knives, armor, boots, things of that nature. While the merchant searched for a package that my Mistress had ordered we spoke. She is a wicked woman. She must know my fear and aversion of her companion since I have come here. I will admit after seeing the way he looks at his son there is a note of some kind of humanity within him, and after he handed over the cream to sooth my hives when I drank the tea for my Mistress.. and sent me back to my kennel I know he is not only evil and cruel.. but I have been given the task of personally attending him while she is away. She has ordained that I will bathe and wear while silks daily.. that I will bring three meals a day to her companion..Regaurdless if he asks for them or if he eats them.. they will be prepared and brought to him. Apparently... sometimes he gets so caught up in his work he forgets to eat.. Anyway.. I am to be spotlessly clean always.. and in my white silks.. I am to attempt to seduce her companion.. and pleasure him inorder to help sooth some bitter anger the two of them seem to have towards one another. With them not talking, and him not even deeming to look at her most days its caused alot of tention in the household. She seems to think if I bed him.. and sooth some beast locked within him.. when she comes home.. all will be rainbows and flowers in the house once again.
While we were out she asked me if I had ever been whipped since coming into the house collar. I pretended not to hear her until we came to the house, and after depositing her packages into her room I came to the den and fed logs to the fire in order to get the room that seemed very cold warmed and quickly. In my head I figured if I waited to see if she was comfortable the answer would be less harmful to me in the end. I was wrong. I turned and whispered to her and told her I had not been beaten yet.. she called over Vincent and told him to hop to it. I was also told I would be locked in a crate for taking it upon myself to wait to answer a direct question in the square. I would be whipped and the next day I would start a punishment of three days in a box with holes for breathing and thats it. I am clausterphobic in a really bad way so you can bet your ass I was on my knees begging anything other then the box for my punishment. That was when Vincent took the whip to my flesh. This was only the third time in my existance as a slave I have felt the blades of a whip on my flesh. Just like the others before I was not spared the full strength of a man's arms as I was striped down my back and reminded of just who and what I am. I tried not to cry out.. to not cry in general.. but Vincent.. was kind to me afterwards.. and seemed pleased with my response to his discipline. I will make it a point to continue to please him so I will have at least one ally in the house when all is said and done. He took his leave... and I was sent to my kennel.. the Mistress must of not wanted to hear my screams on her last night before her trip. I suppose I will have to talk to The Patron about the box.. when I see him.
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