Bitch's Please. I am so throught with it.

I struggled the whole walk back to my Master's wagons. I could feel this sticky dampness forming against my inner thighs again, the tingle of my breast, so free in the air. I was naked, yet fully dressed in bells and collar. Every smooth chime of my bells sent this jolt of succulent warmth so deep it was like a flow of my own blood traveling around my toes, finger tips and even to my lips. I took tingled breaths. Looking up to the Sky I wondered how it was I slept so long. It was bright, a flush of white, grey, orange, brown and yellow demanding I focus to the day. I would have to tell Catch I'm sorry, for by this time dung collecting was long over, and it was bad enough she had triple duty, but today, I had no doubt she would have taken up with me not being...there in flesh.


It was like the longest path ever walked, pressing fingers against the middle of steps, leaning into them to find balance. How was I to make it throughout the day like this? I was afraid to blink. For every bit of darkness was a spastic rush of remembrance. Moist forehead was touched by fingers, but not my own, quivering before pressing down against the layered edges of incline. Had I just lost all my strength to keep fighting this? It was a touch. Sound, echoed over and over again, as the touch went to my shoulders, turning me over, and I held fingers against my breast, heart, oh fuck, what was going on? I still heard it, lifted joy, was I moving? Dancing? Fingers entwined in my own, they were soft, and slender, tight in a twist of my body swung around with a release finding me a tumble against the chilled grass under the wagon. I just wanted to lay there, suckling the sweet air, closing my eyes, I could have just fallen into another slumber. No, I was moving. Blades of grass were running around my hips as a grasp pulled me back out of shadows by the sensitive flare of feel tight on my ankles again. There was light, trying to pry a hand off myself to shield my eyes, as my flesh wanted darkness. I felt the fall of another body against me, leaving me breathless, cause, damn she was heavy. Popping a playful kiss on my forehead with a giggle.

Tell me all about it, tell me! I know the looook tell me, you wicked little secret keeping slut!

Pushing up by my elbows, Yasmine did snap me out of the moment. I was thankful. I was. I could finally breath. It was a story to tell, though she was just as thrilled over the lack of completely being taken. Just pulling me to my feet she walked around me, reaching out to touch a nail against my hip, then thigh, breast, and shoulder. Jumping up and down to ask me if I felt the change...

Change?

Yes, the change in the way I moved. The way I would give a sultry roll of hips instead of just a sudden jot of movement out of the way. The way I leaned into it, before brushing back with a flexed stretch of flesh. I felt it. I saw it in a vision of myself. I wanted to run to Him, show Him, beg Him to touch my breast! Touch my hair, touch me anywhere and I will be Your slave to please! I wanted to tell Him, it wasn't my virginity of flesh that was broken it was my virgin mind. My virgin spirit. It was transformed. I wanted to learn it!

Look Master, I can be a sensual slut too!

Now I needed to paint my mind, needs, the story of Red, with His name before every word of the tale. I could do this! If this was all it took, then I would have this slave thing down, with a kiss, lick, fuck and a smile.

Pity what things one learns, from being wrong again.

It started with a question. I was at the stream filling botas, more like I had filled botas, and I was sitting in the stream waist deep in the heated afternoon, feeling how the waves were waking up my new skin. Cooling this Red girl down. It was nice. A sound of steps, I was thrilled. Master's friend was here, goodie! I would show Mistress my new skin! I got up, walking to where I left the basket from picking berries with Yasmine earlier, slipping on the newly shaped ebon shift, not to be flashing my naked flesh before the Mistress. She didn't need to know all my discoveries. Taking a bowl out of my basket I would offer berries to the Mistress once I settled to my kneel near Her. Mistress Mezoo arrived! This was turning out to be a great day! Mistress brought upon so much color in my life, I was thankful and wanting of more each time we meet.

Mistress Cana broke my dreamy thoughts with a question. I could handle questions. The new and improving Red, armed with her Master's gift of reincarnation, was ready! Heck yeah! Lets do this!

"One thing, one answer. What is most important to you"

Wow! I know this one, it was started with a sudden burst of emotion. It was like I had wished on every falling star that ever crossed the Sky that I would be asked that. I felt the words as I spoke them. They were my dream, my goals, my new life.

"To let my actions show, how much I honor my Master"

Zing, Zing, Ding, Ding, and the slave goes in for the home stretch of the race to salvation!

Ping.

WRONG.

Huhhuh say what?

"The most important thing in the core of everyone, whether they are free or slave, is survival."

Then she asked if I agree with that. If I thought that, I would have said it first You narrow, Free minded, moody Wench. Now I wanted to say that, but I just stated, I didn't agree.

"You do not think living is important?"

"It only is, if its for His will, Mistress. If I was told not to move, cause of wager of men and I died in not moving, then I died for His honor and not my own instinct to duck Mistress. "

In other words, just rewording in a simpler way for the Mistress to understand what I said in the first place! Thinking, maybe hoping that would be the end of it, until the Mistress said I wasn't being honest! I damn near freaked out, saying I was lying, restating my views were different now, then a couple days ago, but no, the wild river tharlorian bitch took a hold of my hair and put a quiva to my throat! It seemed like an obvious point being made, as all I could think of is...Master would not like this. This was His friend, and again I was making Her angry it seemed. Oh fuck, my Master is not going to be happy, No no no, I was doing so good, please don't let my Master see this!

Then She just had to ask....

"Now tell me, what was your first thought just now?"

"Master is going to be unhappy with me"

I was crying. Just wanted to run to find my Master and beg Him to forgive me, for making this Mistress unhappy. I didn't want to do wrong again! So sooooooon! I just wanted to scream. Master, I am trying, Master, I am! I could feel the emotions thick in a lump of my throat with my tears press the already marked line of cut that was placed there. One of those painful layering of skin that one might get from reaching in a crate they didn't know the blade was in and getting their finger, but this, was a line of my throat, and it was throbbing as fast as my heart. As I felt her fingers press it in more, and the warmth of blood was like copper and chilli peppers of scents filling my senses.

"That is a very self-serving answer slave. You expect me to believe, that even for the briefest moment, the thought did not flit across your mind, that you did not want to die?"

"It was more of a given Mistress, though Master was my first thought, cause death doesn't scare me, its a part of life, one more real for me as a slave, but His anger was first, cause You have no idea what I have gone through the last day Mistress."

I was saying the same thing over and over again. She wouldn't get it, She let me know She didn't care what I had gone through. That alone told me no matter how much I tried to let Her know the same thing over and over again...THE TRUTH...She would never understand. Mistresses are selfish. I was one of them. I was glad that selfish woman died. They can't see into our eyes. They can't feel what we do. I had been feeling an ache of it when my one safe zone was ignoring that this crazy bitch wanted to kill me. Mistress Mezoo had not said a thing, until now, and it meant...nothing. I was going to die, and all I guess She would see was how neat the pretty red steps of her boots would look against the green grass as She left to do whatever, after this Mistress killed me. I felt, alone there. I wanted my Master so badly. The one I thought I was safe with and who felt every bit of me, showing me, my slavery. I was nothing when others were around. Soon to be nothing but flesh paint on the hands of some insane fingers.

"I'd wager it was a good second thought"

Was all She said. Well, fuck You very much Mistress. She took Her paint early. Nice. She was wrong too, but I wouldn't say so. My second thought was some sleen bitch mean Mistress would be getting to pickle my eyes soon enough. I was felt sick. Sick with this lesson in life. I didn't try to be Red again. I didn't. I was just, some slave. Some slave, whose flesh was nothing, mind was nothing, and who was not more then some drone to please the Free who wanted nothing more then to get reminded who was in charge. Them. Cause I knew.

"I want an honest answer. Do you want to survive out here?"

"Yes, Mistress, I do want to survive."

Then the Slave would answer with a few more sprinkles of "Yes, Mistress" in Her self idolizing rants of greatness and knowledge, while Red cried and felt her heart twist under barbs of bladed wire, that they would say to her Master, she lied. That They would tell her Master only what They wanted to. And the reality of it all.

What they had to say would be the only thing that mattered.

I would pray to find my Master first. To tell Him everything. How sorry I was to upset Her, that I wasn't sure if I should....really lie. I didn't want to, I felt it wrong, I wanted to please Him. She was His friend and I wanted to please Her, but I saw I couldn't. To tell Him, how sorry I was. How much I didn't want to be.....So Sorry.

My last event was of the night was.

Shedding my trust skin.

I saw right now, the only one I could trust was my Master. Everything He said, happened. Everything He demanded would be done. There was no question with Him. What I saw is what was there. What words spoken, were never twisted or meant anything but what He expected from me. This is what I knew so far. Fuck the rest, they would get THE SLAVE, if that is what pleased them. Master owned all of Red.