For weeks my Master kept me as a White Silk... an unopened virgin slave. During this time I learned to follow him, observed some roleplay and we did some very simple roleplay as Master and slave.
The acts of kneeling at his boots in a position of parted knees, being kept naked or nearly so, made me expect to be sexually used at any time and kept me in a constant state of readiness.
It is said that before someone can Master a slave, he must Master himself. My Master was in total control of himself throughout this whole period, making it clear to me that he would use me only on his own schedule and that frankly it was my job to see to it that he was aroused and desired me.
For a woman that was used to being pursued by males, it was a very different dynamic to be placed in and to some extent I had difficulty adapting. At times I felt that I had worked hard to get to this point but had been found wanting in some way.
But as time went by I understood my Master's idea that a slave is best enjoyed and most pleasing to the Master when she has been left simmering for a time, so that she is eager to please and her passions are high enough to match the hot blood of the Master.
During this time I met some other kajiris and one night we were together in the square and had some high spirited girlish jokes about the length of time since our iron belts had been removed by our Masters. My Master overheard my own ribald humour about my rusty belt and gave me an IC (in character) reprimand about inappropriate comments. I was stung by his reprimand in a physical way.
The acts of kneeling at his boots in a position of parted knees, being kept naked or nearly so, made me expect to be sexually used at any time and kept me in a constant state of readiness.
It is said that before someone can Master a slave, he must Master himself. My Master was in total control of himself throughout this whole period, making it clear to me that he would use me only on his own schedule and that frankly it was my job to see to it that he was aroused and desired me.
For a woman that was used to being pursued by males, it was a very different dynamic to be placed in and to some extent I had difficulty adapting. At times I felt that I had worked hard to get to this point but had been found wanting in some way.
But as time went by I understood my Master's idea that a slave is best enjoyed and most pleasing to the Master when she has been left simmering for a time, so that she is eager to please and her passions are high enough to match the hot blood of the Master.
During this time I met some other kajiris and one night we were together in the square and had some high spirited girlish jokes about the length of time since our iron belts had been removed by our Masters. My Master overheard my own ribald humour about my rusty belt and gave me an IC (in character) reprimand about inappropriate comments. I was stung by his reprimand in a physical way.
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