I ached

One morning after the dung had been collected, I had washed up before doing laundry, once laundry was done, I had Brea help me hang them to dry. Brea joined us just a few days ago and was still tearing up all the time morning her Master, my Master had killed in a raid of wagons trying to cross Tuchuk lands. She was a slave from Ar, and not really into so much manual labor. Master had removed my bells finally and placed them on her. I remember the night He did so, I jumped into His arms and showered each side of His scars with kisses. He chuckled before giving me a firm swat to remember obedience, as He was trying to get the new girl in check. He slave raped her fully against the wagon wheel, her cries out for mercy that quickly turned into moans. Oh my heart raged, no matter how much I loved, the slave got what I wanted! I wanted to just pull some of those light blonde strands out of her head. That was then, this was now, and I was so waiting for Him! Today I was getting branded and pierced. He said it was time. He said it between servings of bosk strips as if He was stating He wanted more paga. No big deal, and tried to hide His amused smile in a bite when I started to jump up and down with pleasure, thanking Him over and over again. There was even a hint of a smile from Brea who was chained to the side of the wagon, in the gloss of tears that still ran down her stained pink cheeks of emotion.

I did feel bad for her. She loved her now dead Master. I think I would be the same if anything happened to Him. Haley wasn't so nice to Brea. I have my own bitter feelings against blue eyes in the past, but now I think about it more. They bring me luck! If ...goodness...I couldn't even remember her name now! If she hadn't gotten first stake with her blue eyes, I would have been there, and back in Turia. I never thought of going back home since the first day He touched my cheek and became the core of my heart. These set if blue eyes got those horrid bells off my ankles and now I was getting pierced and branded! Of course He said also, He supposes I will be around a while, so why not, but I took it as meaning that He considered me truly a part of His wealth! Haley was so happy for me when I told her during dung time this morning. Of course she says Blue eyes are weakness of Dweller blood that taint the ways of everything natural. But I still think they can bring good luck to me! I did tease Haley back to say I have seen a few blue eyed Tuchuk's that might not agree with that. She just huffed and retorted back that, that was different, those were reflections of the Sky.

MmmmHmmm.

I would just hug her and keep pushing Brea along to move faster. Our home was growing so quickly. Master was looking to mate this pretty woman, who was a weaver. She has allowed me to help her a few times when she traded dyes from my Master, and He would always toss in a few more just because "They would be beautiful with Her eyes" or because "They made Him think of Her smile" or other things like that the Mistress would try to get out of me as she showed me how to cross and work the threads on the loom. She would blush and sent me away once She got what She wanted to hear, and I giggled running out back to the wagons giving my Master a full report while He was fermenting roots for dyes, of how she reacted. Master was of the Artesian Clan. He didn't paint, or Draw, or make elaborate art. His work was more revered in my eyes. Then again I am very bias. He made the dyes for anything that needed color. Yarns, threads, paints, leather, wood, anything and everything. He made even the base dye for Scarring, to be looked over by the Haruspex Clan before given in scared jars to those of the Scarrer's Clan.

He walked up as I was getting ready to take the empty basket back to the wagon. Handing it to Brea quickly, not a word was needed to be said, once our eyes met. He turned and I was running to follow. My fingers entwined at the small of my back, as He had taught me. He liked to see my body as I walked, so that nothing was in the way of His pleasure if He wished to look back at me. I held my head high in pride, my step had a bit more swing. I wasn't anything close to an awkward girl just collared. I was following the man I loved, devoted to, and breathed every breath in honor of. My life was perfect and anything else was just a layer on top of this perfection. It wasn't a long walk to the Forge Wagons. The man there was placing an iron on a rack above the fires. He seemed to be waiting for us. They spoke as both would look over a me, making comments over how much more beautiful I would look soon. Even talked of possible wagers in the future for me to find my way to the Iron Master's chain. I blushed, and both Grinned. My Master said He didn't want me bound for the brand. This bothered the Iron Master, saying He didn't want His work scrutinized cause I moved. My Master told Him not to worry I wouldn't move. He knew what He was doing giving a motion to a trunk of tree that was sitting to the side like a sitting stool. I wondered where it came from as I was motioned by my Master to go sit on its flat surface. I had not seen any trees around here, or even in Turia so big at its shaft up. Once I settled my Master crouched before me, His hands at my ankles in a firm grasp, telling me hold my wrist tight in crossing at the small of my back. To just look at Him, and Him alone. If I scream, that would be fine, but scream out for Him, and He will be pleased. My heart raged at such tenderness I found in His words. The Iron Master smirked telling my Master not to move either, or He would get a nice set of horns. That caused my Master to laugh, and I to whisper as fear started to tighten in my throat seeing the edge of hot white iron lifted. 'Please my Master, don't move, please hold me tight' He gave me one of....His smiles, the kind that makes your heart rush, and when you thought it was going to explode in a million pieces it just melts in a warmth that runs all over your body. Telling me so tenderly, to just look into His eyes. I did, and I felt just then, when the Iron Master said at the count of Three....He said One, and my flesh caught on fire.

MMMMMAAAASSSSSTTTTTEEEEERRRR!

I screamed out with tears breaking the dam of control rolling down my face, and trying to focus through the steam that hissed in the air once the iron was tossed in a bucket of water near me, and the smell of flesh hit my senses. My entire thigh was throbbing, but the lines were so perfect even in the raw of flesh, tears again flooded in this feeling of...Forever. I finally looked to Him, and with that smile again gifted to me, He said...

Yes my girl?

A warm chuckle didn't just get heard but it washed over me as I smiled, a mouthed words of "Thank You, Master" as my voice was still lost in all these different feelings, and I found His lips at mine. His hands running down my back, as I remembered to release my wrist to wrap them around His neck. I wanted Him so badly then. Beyond the pain of my thigh, I lifted them around His waist as He was over me. I felt every part of His chiseled form cause pleasure at a brush, and when His lips found my neck...words were found and whispered "Please..my Mas.."

That was as far as I got. I was going to beg with all my soul for Him to take me...take me now, make me completely His in all ways. I didn't care of my leg was on fire, I needed, wanted, desire to give Him everything that was..me. If life could be that easy, for there was cold water that just ran over us like the waves of the Thassa hitting the shore in a storm. The Iron Master standing to the side as if He didn't just douse us with it! A tisk as He set the empty bucket down and called out He was really for the hoop to be done. My Master looked like a drowned Urt just staring at the Iron Master who handed Him a jar of salve.

Ruin that fresh brand in your own wagon, but she will walk out of here with it looking perfect.

He grinned as both hit shoulders and bellowed in rich throated laughter. My Master finally walked back to me, a quick kiss to my chilled lips before carefully layering Salve on my brand. An older woman walked out, I am guessing the Iron Master's Mate, or perhaps His mother. I couldn't tell. Her braid was pulled back so tight, her features looked painful. She didn't say a word beyond the same thing the Iron Master said to me.

At the count of three.

It seems both had the same sick sense of humor as only 'One' was said and I felt the hot slice of needle pierce through my nose with the hoop following. It was sealed with a clamping tool and then moved around, as she used some of the salve for lubrication. We were both given instructions on care of the new brand and hoop. I was gifted with being carried back to His wagon and I held tight to His neck, breathing in His skin. He laid me across His furs, looking down at me. A finger touched around the brand that caused me to feel shivers just stomp in thunder of my heart. Slowly he removed every bit of leather from my flesh, tossing it to the side. His lips found every curve of breast, suckling, tasting, causing this change in my body that made every fiber of me..scream out for more. I writhed, moaned, reached out for Him as my thighs were parted.

It might has well been the water again, for the cool sudden pain of stopping as He lifted to His feet was as horrid. He looked very uncomfortable as a hand lowered to adjust the tight of leathers. Saying tomorrow He would beat me for making the ride tonight so long. He had over night patrol it seemed, which would hopefully give me enough time to heal..right? Oh I wanted Him so badly. He said today I would be allowed to rest, He would send Haley to help with Brea.

I love You my Master.

I said, watching Him about to walk out, He paused, looking over His shoulder to me, lifting His hand as if to capture those words I just said, He put them in the inner pocket of His leathers giving a wink before walking out. If I could..I would have chased right after Him.