Late Last Night

originally posted February 13, 2006

Several ahn before we left, I drank my wine. I, reclined on the pelt of a red larl, a beast of the Voltai Ranges and menace, too, of the plains below, commanded her to open her silk. Button by silk-wrapped button, she did as I bid her to and assumed a wide splay with her thighs. I assessed her. Though I know every contour and every valley, every perfection and each minute flaw, I assessed her. I did this at my leisure, not speaking for an extended period of time.
She became very vulnerable. This was by design.

First Girl. Favorite Girl. Spoiled Girl. Only Girl. Love Slave. These are just a few terms given to her in the tenure of submission to me that has only just begun. I own many women now. I have, by one-sided contract, a Free Companion. In the Public Gardens, Bath Houses, Taverns and Markets, many women both free and slave are mine at my whim. I am not special or even, truly, remarkable. I am a man of Ar. It is enough. Still, she will not escape my attention. I have not forgotten the sacrifices I made to own her, the price paid. She will not be given the opportunity to forget the way I close-chained her, cruelty in exchange for a seemingly minor outburst. Nor will she fail to recall the times I've beaten her, though they have not been many. The memory of being locked in a room, ignored as she pounded and sobbed, cursed at me in two languages, will remain fresh in her mind.

"I own you," I reminded her.

"Yes, Master," she said, not caring to dispute the fact.

I finished the wine, letting it pour from the bottle into my throat. Her garment, though open, clung to her shoulders. She was instructed to remove it. She has not forgotten that I will do precisely what I like with her. I will stroke her like a favorite pet, a domesticated little she-beast, or clutch her, test her firmness like so much produce on Market Day as I see fit. No, she has not forgotten these things. I needn't remind her, but it pleases me to do so.
She became bold, so reminded. Because I can be indulgent, I allowed it.