~Musings of My Slave~



The room was still dark as she awoke, with only a dim sliver of light 

seeping throug the heavy curtains that covered the lone window.  Whether 

they blocked out moonlight or sunlight, she could not tell.  She did not 

know how long she dozed fitfully here in this room.  The pain was still 

there, like background music flowing through her body.  The pain was not 

overpowering now, but still there,  just below the surface, a throbbing 

ache in her sore muscles, a dull warmth rising from her bruised skin.  

Her arms and legs were still stretched out, to the posts of this large 

bed upon which she lay.  She felt a slightly cool draft waft across her 

bare legs, stomach and breasts.  She was still naked, still bound, still 

here in this room, this prison, this haven, this paradise where she had 

endured such punishment and found such strangely erotic pleasure.  She 

was alone, her Master nowhere to be seen, yet she could feel her soul 

reaching out in longing for his presence, his touch, his power.  Her 

eyes scanned the room quickly, taking in her bondage, her nakedness, her 

helplessness, her bruised skin.  She sighed as she thought to herself 

this is exactly where I long to be.