The various parts of the "tree house" mapped out amongst the island trees and one section already complete a bedroom/writing office already decorated somewhat for now.
Begins exploring this open looking treehouse in search of Asa, but can't seem to find her.
"Asa? Hello?" Richard asked repeatidly. Hmmmmm....It was getting warm out, he tossed his shirt off and placed his jacket on a tree. And kept exploring.
Hears her calling.
Finds his way into the completed room and finds Asa.
"Asa! nice to see you." Walks over to her and gives her a longer than usual hug.
Well, notice anyhing different?
--point to absense of collar--
I was wondering about the last time we connected...it wasn't a bad feeling you were doing...i was wondering...care to do it again?
Richard notices her yawning.
"Before I answer that, looks like you're sleepy, how about we sleep here tonight and I let you in about it all later?" He grasps her waist and leads her to the bed.
Awake nearly with the dawn watching more of the house get built as I move to the beach and the little hut kitchen getting some coffee and moving silently back to My desk and begin to write. No matter what it seems that My mind begins to dance back to what feels like a lifetime ago when My "calling" had been FemDom in some other now long lost home...
I had not thought about that long ignored part of Me in so long and now My thoughts return to it over and over again. Maybe its nothing maybe I am making too much of this but... so many things are too coincidental and discussions seem too convenient. Unseen forces guiding My mind back to something I left behind.
Ignored and buried for so long due to the drama and petty arrogant stupidity of both Doms Dommes and subs I dealt with so long ago...
Now I can't escape the pull nor the little tales of petty behavior... so far this time I don't care...
My writings done I move to a chest buried in some darkened corner of a little storage room roughly thrown together for now to get things out of the way. Sitting there I debate opening it. Much like a Pandora's box I am not sure I want to dwell on the sorrow pain and chaos housed within. There are happy memories nestled in the trunk as well but as always happens there are those dark and petty moments that overshadow the good or damage the good. Petty ideals of those that think subs are worthy of nothing but cruelty and misery or are somehow less than human... It was watching all of that and more that turned Me from all of this till now... A new home a new hopefully more enlightened gathering.
Luckily My mind comes up with something else to write and I am drawn away from that trunk... for now.
Samira
5'5"
Dark hair
deep dark eyes
Immortal
Dancer
Raised in a time when dancers were solely people owned by people of wealth... Sultans... merchants... Now in this modern world it was the dancer that owned others...
In her own way for moments in time she owns the owners of the clubs she performs for... Owns those that pay her to dance for their guests and parties... but Her eternally owned male is her musician... "bodyguard"... lover... He had been a stranger in her homelands so long ago. He had been a traveler a wanderer who had sought employment in her country to manage to gain money to buy voyage home. He found himself working in the "Gathering house" she was bound to. Eventually after they spent time together and he began falling for her. He eventually tried to "rescue" or "kidnap" her from her place as a prized dancer of the most lavish Gathering House much like modern day casinos offering food relaxation and distractions. He had his choice of the dancers and one in particular that seemed to seek him as a lover or master to free her from the Gathering house but he refused all but Samira.
All He had told her in the beginning was that his homeland had a Queen who all were in the service of. It was not till she traveled there that she understood and in time they transformed into Mistress and pet. Their immortality brought about by a curse placed upon their souls by the dancer who had wanted him to claim her for his own but he had no desire nor want of a slave of his own but to give to someone with their own fire... will... passion and drive. He had been raised in a kingdom to wealth but all was due to the queen and her desire so to find a woman of his own to give to love and serve. Equals perhaps if they had to but in their private domain he is hers to command and she is his to love.
Wandering through as the rest of the tree house is complete. A dining hall and open air kitchen a couple of sitting rooms as well as a few bedrooms and a library. Some observation decks and a few extra rooms with hammocks hanging about.
Sitting on a chaise staring out over the cove relaxing waiting to see what the night holds rl and here.