Giddy up!

My Mistress kings bless her is a genius. If she wasn't such a devious plotting bitch I would of never come across the Builder in the square near the fountain that night. As I sat there looking for him.. waiting.. I watched the city move in its ever spinning circles and then I saw him. I was on my feet and darting through the crowd.. which is easy for me considering my size, and fell easily in step with the man. We walked side by side for awhile until he noticed me. I batted my lashes and we talked as we walked, eventually ending up at the cafe where the Lady Scribe... cock blocker supreme' soon came to where we were settled. It was at that moment, besides the wrapped and bandaged hand, that the Builder was apparently the victim of a major ass kicking. They spoke of the situation, and being the good slave that I am I listening in like a champ.. after all I was sent out to stalk I mean visit with the builder in order to bleed information about him for my Mistress. Apparently in helping the Scribe he got good and fucked up as a result. These things I will share with my Mistress when the time comes. I don't however sit here in the dark straining to see by the light of the moons in my kennel to write this for that reason however.. There is a worse and infinitely more sinister reason for my midnight scribbling...

 

After we were sufficiently cock blocked at the cafe the Builder wasted no time in suggesting we head towards his estate. Once there.. and after a little time talking of some things.. well.. lets just say.. I felt like a woman again. Not the small hand maiden to an angry woman but a sexually alive, beautiful claimed and almost loved slave. For those moments.. I felt owned. I still wear the marks of his teeth against my throat.. a vicious reminder of who and what I am. I would not hide them to save my life. Let the Mistress of Sin be angry.. It is not permanent and it will fade over time.

His use of me was not gentle.. even though he was still in much pain from his beating and I am sorry to say I may of made his injuries worse. I tried my hardest not to harm him further.. but the fantasy of having this man want me.. and the fruition of that fantasy made it hard to be gentle. I will not go into detail about the teasing and building up of need.. but I ended up in his lap.. his good hand traveling over my flesh feeling every curve in a possessive manner I had not been subjected to since Him. I could feel it within places long left cold and dormant in myself as he eventually slid me down his legs into his lap and filled me with his cock. Is it bad that I finally felt like I was home? I can not let myself fall.. it will do me no good. Deava would not be pleased to know I have such feelings for another. She would use it... like she doesn't most everything else.. against me. I will not lie.. it wasn't the kind of sex that poets would write epics about.. the man was injured after all.. but I will say that it was the most satisfied I have been in forever. I could feel him in places within my mind and body that have long been untouched. He held me close and every little moan and growl made me shiver because it was all because of me.. I wanted nothing more then to please him..and in those moments.. I did. I wanted to please him.. to be the one he woke up with every morning chained to his couch.. and the one he curled up against for warmth and love in the nights. The searing press of his teeth into my neck was not the driving force behind the most powerful orgasm I had ever had.. I think it was the feelings it invoked within me that solidified the deal. I am lost I think.. or had I been found? Who knows. The next morning when he pinned a note sealed in his own seal to my cloak, I snuggled into his old tunic leaving behind the tattered remnants of my silks and headed for the House Sin feeling like I was leaving the most important parts of me behind. My Mistress will not be happy I would think.. or perhaps... rendering some kind of payment from the builder will please the hell out of her. We shall see..

 

Busted.

I was in the markets collecting purchases for my Mistress last night when I was waiting for the blacksmith to finish with some items and I went to settle near the fountain. It was a cool evening, and it had even rained earlier in the evening so it was wet as well. I slid my ass up on the lip there when I noticed The Builder. Oh I haven't told you about The Builder? First and foremost he is a Bastard... but I wont let that sway me in my like or dislike of him. He's a bastard because just looking at him I can feel the man within him, his eyes have a way of seeing into you rather then just seeing you. Perhaps it is his profession. A builder must be bent on perfection always or his creations can fail and many can be hurt. But I digress...
Anyway.. I was sitting on the fountain in the square when out of nowhere he comes walking into my line of sight with a pretty young woman at his side. I think he saw me at pretty much the same moment I saw him and I arched back while I was sitting there and offered him a view of what he was seeing at a better angle. I knew I had him there by the way his eyes narrowed and traveled over me. He didn't look pleased.. but I can bet you a double gold tarn if that woman was not with him... it would of been a different story. He shifted her around so she could not see me.. but I was determined to let him see what he so easily turned away a few days prior. The slave behind the demure woman that had knelt before him in the square. I could already in my mind feel his hands sliding up my thighs.. which caused mine to part.. and when I knew he was looking I rolled over.. pushing up on my tip toes.. the shortness of my silks riding up to expose my ass to his view bent as I was at the waist. I glanced over my shoulder at him and winked. I knew I had him then. The woman happened to look over at that moment as well, and did not seem pleased at the display. I was saved by a man in black that came and escorted her from the square and then a very angry builder was walking for me. I was tempted to drop to my knees at his feet and have my way with him before he could assault me in some way but he was quicker then I. I was not beaten.. or any such thing.. but I was left suffering and wanting just like last we met... the look in those eyes.. so much like His still haunts me. I knew I was in for it.