I think it looks so very sweet on you.I think it looks so very sweet on you." Her ears twitched in time with her motions, I watched her as she watched me. She picked up a silver armband and slid it up my arm, tightening it in place. It was a simple silver band, imprinted with the ring-and-star of Pendor and the phrase "Lynn's slave." Ally stood and stepped back, examining me. "Excellent," she said. She walked back to the doorway and returned with my leash, strapping the collar around my neck. "Open your mouth and hold this," she said, holding the leather strap at the other end of the leash. I bit down on it and she smiled, satisfied. "Go to the door and wait. When your mistress is ready for you, you will be told." I crawled to the door she had indicated and knelt in place. There was one person already there, a Felinzi male. He looked marvelous. I waited. After a while a third person joined us, and I looked over to see Ally. She smiled at me, a slightly sad expression to her smile. She, too, held her leash in her mouth. I wonder if she had had to put it on by herself. We were interrupted by a voice from outside. A deep, masculine voice said, "You are ready. Good," and the Felinzi was led out. I never got to see who the Felinzi's master was. Time passed. I winked over at Ally, who would sometimes sit in melancholy silence. Her expression bothered me a little. Even in Rhysh, or maybe especially here, even the slaves should be happy. "It's my last day," Ally whispered, reading my mind. "My master, Cedza, is leaving Rhysh tomorrow. He doesn't want to play anymore." There was a silence for a while. "I don't..." She stopped. "I don't love him, but he has been so good to me. I want to be his slave, be good for him, and I feel like I'm failing because he's leaving. I liked being owned by him." I nodded in the semi-darkness of the alcove. Sometimes, people 'break.' They stop wanting the fantasy. |