The first few days of the life at the First Wagons wasn't too bad. I stayed in the general camp slave wagons which where very big and many wagons, just for slaves. I found a good spot towards the back, that I just left my folded blanket and a small basket of beads, silks, brush and my personal oils. Just little things Master allowed me to take with me. Of course I wore my arm bands everyday. It was a nice memory of Him, and they were awful cute. I had cymbals in another woven lid basket, small pouches of dye just held to for a rainy day, bina necklaces, bracelets and anklets of many strings and colors, basic wraps and salve for my hands or feet on hard work days, that were made with mint to tingle and sooth when they were sore. Towards the top of one of the baskets I brought with me, was a few folded dyed slave rags for my hips, two dyed camisk for heavy cleaning, and just a leather hip wrap in a very soft hue of red. Most of the items I owned were colorful. The enjoyment of color was another gift Master had taught me to appreciate. In my last basket, I had balls of woolen yarn, my old Mistress allowed me to bring Her this basket when it was running low, and for a gift of talking over wonderful stories of Master before they had mated, she would fill it for me. I had this finely craved wooden knitting hook Mistress had taught me to knit with. Just little things like woolen hats, gloves, scarves, socks, warm under layers for leathers or furs. Small baby blankets. I had much wealth for the things I was taught throughout my life with Master and Mistress. Brea had taught me to bead the necklaces, which were good for just being everyday vain and those for practical use like dancing or seducing Masters with beauty and textured touch in wagons. For as pretty and simple they seemed, it really was a more complex logic behind Bina slave wear. The strength and width of string used, and number of strands, size of beads and material. There was also how they were clasped and which was better for what part of the body. Everything had its own formula in knowing the perfection of its use.
I met a few camp slaves I seemed to connect with on the surface of things. There was an amazing variety of girls here. They seem to have originated from every land one could think of. They were truly a rainbow of beauty. I enjoyed being a stain of color in the mixture of it all. The first wagons I found no different in make up and construction then the back wagons I have spent most of my life..or it seemed. There was just a bit more air of something I couldn't quite up my hands on. It wasn't Pride, Honor, or Loyalty. That belonged to every person and wagon of Tribe. It was something else here, and I really liked it. It was a nice feel of confidence under lying every other emotion that was a natural way of daily life. But stronger. I would figure it out one day.
I had just mingled myself into the grasp of chores and daily life of a camp slave. Honestly it was a wonderful break from my Master. Not that I didn't respect Him, or have a slaves devotion to collar. He just wasn't Him. Though time had passed, I had yet to feel that connection with my new Master I had for my old. It was what was missing. That snap of energy that made one breathless at a thought. Instead of dreading which one of us would be on boot duty that morning. Damn Master was harsh on His boots. So that was another gift, lack of those foul boots.
I found myself missing Haley who had been my first friend, and Brea who had been my first true chain sister. I liked the feeling of connection and devotion on that more intimate level. It wasn't just about being owned and part of a chain, it was about...feeling that way.
I had faith it would happen again. I had a lifetime to find it.
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