Shame

I received an IM from a Dominant person. He searched for slaves and my friend from the prison had suggested contacting me. As my Owner was not online, I agreed to meet him. We met at Acropolis Park. We just started our conversation, when my Owner appeared.

He asked me about this person and I told him the truth. They started to talk. I was standing still, as the subject of their conversation was out of my interest and knowledge. After some minutes, my Owner told me in IM that we had to go. Of course, I agreed, as I belonged to him. But their conversation continued; my Owner did not say anything about leaving this place in public. I was standing still for some more minutes and then my Owner mentioned that we would go.

The Dominant person asked me if he could offer friendship. I politely told that I would gladly accept the friendship, if my Owner agreed. Then we were waiting. My Owner was silent. I did not know what to say. The Dominant person was puzzled as well. We were waiting for my Owner's decision. Then my Owner asked me in IM if I wanted to accept the friendship. I answered that I wanted it. After some seconds, my Owner allowed me to accept it in IM and he added that it was the last friendship offer I could accept. I did not understand his behavior. We both knew that I was not his permanent slave. Friendship lasts longer than one month. I would have a possibility to accept the friendship, after I would become free again. I admit it will be more difficult to find each other. I did not know why my Owner wanted to make my life harder after finishing of his service.

He allowed me to accept friendship still in IM only. The Dominant person and I were waiting for his public permission. We were standing silently and we were waiting. Then the Dominant person asked for permission, again. After some long seconds of break, my Owner gave a permission in public.

Then he ordered me to go to a quiet place. I asked what place he liked. He said that he did not know. I quickly searched for a park with small traffic value and I went there. My Owner arrived and invited me to dance, as there was a dancing pool in the middle of this park.

Last time, when we had met, I had told him that I had not been an escort girl and that I had wanted more than a ordinary sex. Now, he demanded explanation. It was a clear description of my limits in my profile, but, I told him everything about my need and limits as politely as I could be.

I wanted to know about his plans. I asked what he planned to do with me. He did not answer. He was talking about everything, but not the slavery. I begged him to use me as a slave. I told him what I liked, despite that I did not like to talk about it. I tried to help.

He was asking about my relationship with Arta. I told him all public information, everything what was written in this blog. He asked me about Arta's job. Wow! I thought that they were friends. I did not tell anything, as I was not sure if Arta liked me to tell it.

He became angry and told me that he would close me in a cage until I answered him. I was frozen. I would have never supposed if somebody, who was my Owner, had forced me to betray confidential information of my friends. It was not mentioned among my limits. It is true. But, he had broken my limits much times and I knew that I would not be able to serve anybody, who wanted me to turn snitch.

I told him that we had to close our relationship. He did not answer jut logged out.

It seemed so unnatural for me. Slaves must like their Owners; they must believe in their Owners. The Owner, who liked a traitress, does not deserve a loving slave.