Reflections

Written just before we left Port Kar.
Feb/March 09

My Master calls me Lola and no one else calls me much of anything. I am just a slip of a girl. Agrippa's pretty paper doll. He likes my pretty yellow curls and my big blue eyes. He likes the flare of my hips and the slope of my breasts. He likes the smooth expanse below my belly and he likes to hold me down beneath him. He will treat me with indifference but I will work harder then for his attention. He won't tell you I am his love slave and I won't tell you that either. I will tell you I am his shop girl, his maid. I fluff his pillows, I clean his boots, I mend his clothes and fetch his beer and favorite snacks. I am just his girl. No pretty title, just my pretty smile. I belong to Agrippa and he calls me his Lola.

The story of how we met is one for the books. I am from Earth, I was a college student, an activist. I had plans to change the world. I taught Yoga and I knew how to belly dance. I was a vegan. I met a professor and we formed a strange relationship. When he told me he wanted to be my Master I called him a dirty pig and left him. A week later I woke up in a cage, on Gor. I spent a year being trained for the pleasure of the Gatherer, the Professor I had met on Earth but when I was on the ship to meet him we were attacked. I was part of the bounty.

I first met his gaze over the body of a sailor. My small feet were soaked in blood and he easily followed my footsteps. He stripped me, made me kneel and then smiled. I cried. I was herded with the other women onto his ship but was kept at his side. I was not in the pool with the other girls when they were divided up. I did not know it but I was already Agrippa's slave. It was barely a week before I was in love with him. I was helpless for him. I was his in every sense of the word and still wanted more. He is not always kind to me but I wouldn't have it any other way. The slave he had was sold and I was a little sad to be alone but I admit I was pleased to have him to myself.

That was about a year ago now. I am still the shop girl, the beer fetcher, the sex toy and the comfort of Agrippa. I am the slave of Agrippa. I am the happiest barbarian slave there ever was.