The ship arrived to Schendi without incident. Master kept me belted unless with him privately in his quarters and there seems plenty of work for me to do while we travel. He has business there that he takes care of himself.
After dinner I accompanied him to a garden and while my attention seemed to be on some bushes that caught my attention as well as the rest there, he garnered that attention to him with a grasp of my hair and a turn into his thigh. Yet it was once that we were alone that he surprised me yet again. Turning me to the bench he positioned me with the instruction that I was to be silent.. that if I made a sound he would take that as my displeasing him. It was the greatest of challenges to be silent while he touched me intimately and pushed my body to speak for itself.. not to be dependent on the pleasure sounds of a slave in heat.
At first I felt it was a sexual control and his desires of me to be silent but I learned quickly it went well beyond that, I was to use my body to speak the things I might say and while I looked at this as an exercise in silence, it was my body speaking so loudly and beyond the arousal he pressed upon me. I wanted to please him beyond the physical gratification so did so with that body of a slave girl. I was not prepared for how vulnerable I suddenly was, not in a physical way but his voice whispered to my ear, his touch just right making me squirm and writhe for more of his touch.. my Master exposed a place in me that was not his to have. Yes, I am a slave with an agenda. I want to serve and like the man.. I don't wish to feel again because of the hurt that sort of activity brings. I did not plan to give him a tear in my protective layers but that flaw must have been there to be found.
He is undermining my steadfast plan to not care again. He seems to know what to do to make me slip up and show myself and the most recent crime of his was that he brought me with him to Schendi.. he didn't leave me behind. On most occasions I am left behind.. he diffused my argument that he might just disappear by not even discussing it with me... just waking me when it was time to board the ship.
When he took his slave there in the darkness, that beautiful garden of the sweetest scented flowers.. the humidity thick in the air making my skin damp and hot to the touch, without a sound I yielded to him unlike I have to him yet, it was more than a hot slave finding release, it was a body speaking for the slave things she does not wish to say. He said next he would have me speak by word and I simply dread that day.
Where did my Master come from.. was it my fate that he would simply show up in my life?
The Scribe.. .. my Master.
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