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..