The Jilted Wench

- Written on a scrap of parchment since he had her journal locked in the secret compartment on his desk -

The time for the surprise came.. I gave it my all.. I think.. in the end he was pleased.. and I don't have to wonder if he knows any longer .. how much I already belong to him.

I danced for him. I spent a lot of time working the variables, the best places and ways to make it happen. To surprise him to the best of my abilities.. I talked to people, networked, used my connections in the city and ended up at the Jilted Wench in the Anbar. The Tavern Master has always been fond of me. I nursed his sick child once.. and in the collar I nursed him in more ways then one. He was more then willing to take the coins I offered in order for me to rent his musicians and his private dancing sands in the attic rooms of his tavern and so I dragged my Master, willingly surprising from his work and to the very place I laid it all on the line for him. I danced.. I feigned anger at the stagnantness ( That's my new word ) of my position.. I danced joy at being who and what I finally was.. and in the end.. there was the need to be his.. to be used.. to be owned. He did not disappoint when I sank to my knees in those final moments.. naked and totally vulnerable, arms lifted and offered in total submission.. he took claim of my hand.. and then my body.

He lifted me from the sands and he shifted our bodies so that my ankles were locked around his waist and he was buried inside of me so deep I became a part of the wall. I still have bruises on the places where my vertebrae pressed into the wall.. on my tail bone and my hips.. and I love them. He used my body like he had never before.. claiming me inside and out... the grunts and groans and finally the panted words in my ear left me more so secured in my place. My knowledge that perhaps I am not the only one tangled in this web. I think he knows now..

When we finally made it back to his house, and his rooms, covered in sand and sweat, looking worn out and well used, ( The both of us ) me bruised and bitten and he scratched and perhaps a bit bruised as well, suffering from road rash from the friction against the sand, we collapsed in his furs, and he used me all the more and harder.. made me his again and again until that knowledge was literally over flowing from within.. I whispered in his sleeping ear.. " I love you my Master..My Master. Mine. I am totally yours.. I would be lost now without you.

 " I do not think he heard me.. and I am glad.. I can not have him knowing and use it against me..