I Do Not Want to be a Slave

The night enfolded me when they left .. in the same arms that had cradled the two of them. Perhaps I knew a little bit more about the night than they did. But there was not one bit of it that I was not comfortable with .. rather secure in the fact there was nothing out there that scared me any more .. nothing that I could not conquer .. nothing that was not all ready a part of me.

I felt it .. the nudge. The come-hither beckon like a siren's whisper .. cool breath against my ear. A fingernail of lure along my shoulder ... the desire to look .... to follow. To feel. To strip the numb apathy from my body and .. feel.

How long had it been?

I brushed it aside. There were too many things going on in the Harigga for me to not be around. I should be available .. near ... to be located in case I was needed. I rose to my feet and started the walk back letting the night slip from around me in whispering tendrils of needy ribbons .. a lover's touch begging me to return to the furs ... as I neared the fires and lamp's light. There was a dominant's pleasure in the touch .. a sadist's satisfaction in the need that was betrayed ... self satisfaction in the ownership ... knowing it would be there when I wanted it.

I did not believe that there was any more room in my head for thoughts that night. There was so much .. so many things ... from the sound of the drums that morning about Asria to the brief talk with Mezoo. A talk I was rather possessive of. The part where Asria tried to climb down from her pedestal. To the cracking of a particular shell of thought with Lei and Also. The night was aging .. and my brain was surely full.

When I arrived back at my wagon the smell of food finally got to me. It .. and to a good extent Catch ... had been ignored earlier for the amount of concentrated energy I had to use to try to understand Asria. Catch is very good at blending. I suppose that is a very necessary trait for a slave to have around me. I rarely handle interruptions from slaves very well. I had been pleased with her though for not attempting to make the moments about her .. for allowing Asria and I to speak. It endeared the slave a little to my soul. The ability to rely on someone to take a backseat and let others find focus .. was a thing I valued more than I make obvious. Most women .. if not interrupting ... would have just left. Leaving it to me to find them later. But that is not something I appreciate. I am .. at best a lazy master and ... I should not have to hunt my slave down. No .. she was there ... within reach of my hand or my voice and allowed me to make the choice of whether she should be there or not.

I dropped to the step and had just started to get ready to eat when Sef .. started riding his kaiila around my wagon and making all kinds of odd and I dare say ... sexual sounds. Either he had finally lost the small thread of sanity he had left .. or ... no I am sticking with that theory and no one is going to be able to convince me it is anything else. Ever. I am going to erase the conversation that followed from my brain. Like it never happened. Ever. Just a small hole in the evening that I doubt anyone including myself .. will ever notice is missing.

I can say though .. that by the time he left my thought process was done. Checked out and on its way to sleep .. with or without me. Had enough. I drug Catch back into the wagon ... intending for her to make an excellent pillow. Something to shove around in the furs. As I was drifting off I heard her whisper in my ear.

"I do not want to be a slave."

And I thought I was done.

HA

I thought the Sky could not hold one more thing that I would or could have a thought about.

This is a colossal lesson in behavioral modification. "Do not tempt me Fonce .. I will make you one sorry son of a Bitch."

figures

My eyes flew open .. casting aside the aegis of lids as if the shield did not matter in the battle that was just about to take place. Adrenalin .. an often pleasing drug ... was this night seen as a horrific intruder. Focus was rather insanely intent on her features as she looked at me .. bathed in the last few coals from the copper bowl.

Then she smiled. A smile I have not seen from Catch before ... a smile that intrigues me even now. Who knew there was a larl behind that kit's expression? Her delicate fingers slid across my chest and the soft contour of her cheek met my stomach in a graceful caress which never took her eyes from mine .. and she whispered ..

".. I want to be .. your .... slave."

I laughed .. I laughed deeper than I have in a long ... long time.

And then I fucked the ever living sleen shit right out of her until she was properly sorry for waking me up like that.

And then we both slept like the dead.

And the day .. was by the Sky ... finally over.