Sign of Slavery

Later, this day, Arta took me to the club, where we had been yesterday. She explained to me that her friend was the DJ and she wanted to visit him in the club. We were dancing there and we talked about the appearance of others. Arta took the fancy of a girl's hairstyle. We were there for about forty minutes then Arta decided to go away. I did not know where we would go.

We went to the hairdresser. Arta was looking for the hairstyle, which the girl in the club wore. We examined all pictures on the board. Once, Arta asked me what would have happened if she had made me a bun. I answered that it would have been nice. I like buns but most of men do not, so, I usually wear bun if I am alone. My Mistress did not tell anything but went further to look for the hairstyle. She found three hairs, which she liked. One of them looked good; however, it also contained rigid mops of hair. I prefer full flexy hairs. Then, Arta decided to go to the other location.

We were waiting in front of a building silently. Arta still wore the demo hairstyle, so, I warned her about it. She said that she would have shown it to her friend. Suddenly, one of Arta's friends came to us. I did not mentioned, but, today, when I greeted my Mistress with kisses on her feet, I realized that she had new shoes. It looked very nice. However, something was strange. I could see her toes. They looked very realistic. I thought that it was because of her skin. I was wrong.

So, her friend arrived and we went into the building, which was a shop. This shop offered wide variety of product from the machine gun via the sword to the shoes. Shoes dominated inside. I admit that they were very good designed and created. I realized that Mistress had bought here her new shoes.

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Mistress' friend did not like the shoes very much. According to his opinion, they were rather average ones. I did not tell anything, of course. But, the shoes are really great. It is worth taking a look at them.

Arta's friend asked her if she wanted me to wear any shoes from here. I was barefoot as usually. It sometimes disturbs me not to wear shoes. For example, when I meet my old friends or when I am in the classes. But, I accept that Arta likes me to be barefoot and it makes me excited.

But the subject of conversation was given. We were talking of the necessity of the sign of the slavery. Almost every slave wear collars; some of them wear cuffs maybe heavy cuffs. Do you remember when I had to be bald to show my status? Arta likes to be barefoot. I accept it and I found these signs very exciting.

She had leashed me earlier. I liked it, too. Yes, I know that some people do not like slavery. That is true. I bet some people do not like short skirts. I have never made love in public places and I have never been a griefer. I cannot see anything bad wearing collar, being barefoot or being leashed in public places. If somebody does not like it, then the solution is very simple. Just there is no need to look at it. I do not understand some persons, who want to tell other how to behave. Why do they think that they are cleverer? Why do you think if they have right to judge others? When I was searching for similar web sites to this blog, I found some. But, I found much more sites about the necessity of forbidding similar sites. It is interesting, is not it? Some people just need an enemy. They do not like such sites, they hate such site yet they talk about such sites more then the related people do.

Arta's friend was not a slave fun, neither. However, he did not tell about it. He was man that allowed others to live. Is not he better than fighting-with-everybody persons?

He said that maybe slavery would be acceptable him in a fantasy world. Arta smiled and mentioned the world of Gor. We went home, as we did not want to disturb others with our conversation.

I was very sleepy when we arrived to home. My Mistress offered to her friend that I would answer to his questions about the Gor. Fortunately, he was sleepy, too, so, he did not want to do anything but to sleep.

Arta places my sleeping cushion in the bedroom and she allowed me to sleep, too.