Coddled Slave of Maximus

I had a day today like I have never had with the man Maximus Cabot. I found him on the deck and I went to him as a slave would go to her Master.. to a kneel there pretty as could be and he greeted me like normal. Soon I found myself with a rope tied around my waist and his men carrying me to the railing and throwing me overboard. It was a terrifying fall and I plunged into the cold water without having gotten a good breath but that did not matter because then I was yanked up so quickly any air in me rushed out and I found myself hanging over the water, flailing and crying, screaming my lungs out. The laughter topside was quite effective in reminding me that I am no longer the Lady Bela, that I am just a slut on the ship, an owned slut. I was left to dangle there for a time, let to drop a bit again to scare me then hoisted up onto the ship rather abruptly to fall to the deck sobbing and coughing, just a puddle of water and tears to the crewmen kicking at me and the final cruel slap on my ass when Max was in my sights and I was crawling to him for safety. I have bruises all over from the rope and the fall, the kicks and landing on the deck.

My Master, the man who would always scoop me up and let me cling to him in times of trouble looked at me differently now and as he came down to a crouch next to my wilted form on the deck, he grasped my hair and lifted me to my knees to look into my eyes. Instead of drawing me in he said -- "remember this day, bela" -- He left me there then and went to sit with the rope he had been working on earlier. I thought to be defiant and let him sit there alone but it was me in a groveling crawl to his feet, my cheek to his foot as I looked up to him. At that moment, I have never been happier to be back in collar, I have never been happier to crawl across a space to get to him. He smiled as he looked at me and touched my hair before giving me a message for Aris, Master intends to meet Aris in the sands by sword.

Pulled up by my hair, my Master kissed me brutally and totally leaving me gasping for breath, writhing and helpless, there is something new about the man of my heart, Maximus. That kiss was not possession, it was being loved.. being -owned-, he left me flushed and with toes curled as something new has happened between us. Nothing was said, I just looked at him and his hazel gaze bore into me, my Master touched my soul and He knew this.

Today ... Maximus Cabot was... my... Master.