The Vine ~ Part Two

Today I ventured out to the falls and while serving a blind man a drink of water I felt to my thigh a stone that was thrown, luckily my serve was not severely interupted but it began a decline in behavior by both the slave called Ivy and myself. We fought like jealous beasts and while we both lacked self control it was plain to see that we are such different creatures. I see in her a slave that I was becoming and have lost touch with and her Master is the reason for that. She see's me as the woman who was cast away by him when in fact that was not the case. Maximus is the reason I am not with Marcus. It came to fighting, bruises and bleeding but a grudging truce and maybe a bit of respect between slaves. I know I hit low on the slave the last time calling her to task about whom Marcus has said that he loved and this time she became the slave who trod in an area that was not her place. Submitting and leaving my children behind will be my regret. I am a woman who found that with a past of Port Karian slave pens and once a true hot whore .. somewhere in that woman was born a woman who would be a wonderful Mother. My children have been my saving grace, that slave marred that today by speaking out on things she could not possibly know. She caused me a great pain that I will not let her find again.

When I got back to where we are staying, my scratches were tended and I bathed myself of the dirt from our fighting. I am bruised and battered and one perfect thing to finish my day... I know Marcus will not be pleased about Ivy's condition and Max... he travels, what will he ever know. The remainder of the day was spent doting on three children much loved. Then I had the privilege of having my Masters bed to myself... such a privilege when it remains empty save.. me.