Midnight Roamings

I managed to beg Aris out for a walk last night. I was restless and wanted to roam a bit. Aris I think sometimes gets bored with his job and perhaps that was why we had our walk. Many times I am told no and very often he keeps me kneeling at his feet while he drinks paga, he just stares at me. He does not say what he is thinking but I find myself moving into a stunning kneel yet I seem to leave him unaffected. He does not look at me or touch me like he does the slave, Ivy. Master asked if I was jealous of this and I insist ... not.

He led me to the cliffs this time, a different trail, a different route to get there and it was hard at times to keep up with his quick and long gait but I managed not to get lost. A voice was heard calling out to Aris and I just cringed hearing the voice of Marcus, my old Master. He did not seem overjoyed to see me and when he called me a liar I spoke up to defend myself, what I got for it was a slap across my face and ordered to shut up until spoken to. I was then put into service to get them drinks with no coin, earning those drinks. I assure you it was quick and efficient, done in the laziest way possible because it was for water and paga filled to a flask already in my possession. Soon they had their drinks and Marcus had me strip of silks and belly chain, pointed out how coddled I was and let me grovel at his feet, a slave to a Master.

I can not say what it is about Marcus. Perhaps I like to be reminded just how much a slave I am and to be put there relentlessly to stay, I have forgotten over the years just where my place is. Marcus said I will be allowed at his feet but that for now he was done with me and I was to run home to my lover, that my Master had much to think about.. Aris and he seem to get along well, Marcus offered Aris a job should he ever want one.

I was led home and it was quite late, little did I know that Max had been there to find me not warming his furs as he had expressly left as instructions to me.