NovelEnglishI was knew I was more than a sex toy, so I tried to be industrious.
I attempted to clean the apartment once, just out of habit. They chastisedand the posts were threatened for daring to step outside my role. There were men that cleaned the rooms during the day, my owners didn’t need or wantto do that.
Instinctively, I knew they wanted more. There was spart of our relationship I was missing. Whatever that was I had to find it.
My obedience and zeal had nothing to do with a love of slavery. I hated what I had become, weak and subservient. The desire to fully please them cfrom a selfish place. Happy Masters would not sell their slave. The worst nightmare I could imagine involved the nameless, faceless creatures that would ownnext.
I started to watch my Masters. Any twe were together I paid all of my attention to them. It became my all consuming desire to provide whatever they needed. The only way to do that was to figure out what they wanted.
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Even Christof wasn’t helpful. He toldthe sthing the girls did.
The men wanted sex; provide it, stay healthy, and they would be happy.
I don’t think they realized how intently I was watching them until a chuke gone late afternoon. They were playing with a group of men that did not own slaves; I was by myself in the tent. It allowed me to really watch the gwithout distraction.
The men worked together, but the part they all played was different.
Master Kein darted between the larger players to move the different balls; he was difficult to catch. He tossed to Master Damien who made a giant pass to the other side of the field. Master Evan retrieved the ball and moved it with surprising accuracy to Christof. Master Bane knocked down the men in Christof’s way and after a rapid sprint, they scored a point.
The other men on the field didn’t seem to have the diversity of talent my men did. My owners were each very good at what they did and unbeatable together. I really got into the game, even booing loudly over what I considered unfair interference.
Master Evan loped over toand crouched down.
“Why are you making that noise?” he asked.
“That man,” I said pointing, “got in Master Christof’s way and tripped him. He wouldn’t have been able to stop him otherwise. That wasn’t fair.”
Master Evan panted for a moment watching me.
“Master Christof could have run that pass across the field before anyone caught him, but that man cheated and tripped him,” I pushed.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmMaster Evan seemed stumped on what to say for a moment. He settled on tellingnot to watch the other men and to only watch them.
“I only want to watch you all, Master Evan. You’re much better than the other men,” I told him honestly. “In fact, your aim with the ball is far superior to any other man on the field. It’s very impressive. I enjoy watching you play.”
He cocked his head to the side and looked atfor a moment before standing.
“Only cheer for your Masters,” he called back as he made his way to the field.
When the gwas done I was sure my owners had won. The other men grumbled as they walked past the tent. I looked at the ground and smiled to myself. It had not looked Like it was much of a contest.
“So you are an expert at chuke now, Ciara?” Master Damien asked sitting on the grass in front of me and then sprawling out on his side.
“Tripping Master Christof-” I started to say and Master Bane Laughed.
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