INTRODUCTION
I
am writing these lines in 2122.
Nobody
will read them in 1984.
But
I need to write.
I need to tell me my story.
To
write is for me a recovery.
Master gave me permission
to do it. I begged my Master for that permission.
I kneeled
to implore Him.
I was not
allowed to talk, to beg.
I did so.
My Master,
Prince Dominique de Lizaigne, punished me for that misdeed.
I knew that
I needed to write, he knew that I needed to free myself
from those dreadfull memories that made me scream during
nights.
His saddened
eyes showed it. He knew. He understood.
But he punished
me for all that. Because I had spoken without his permission.
Agnès
chastised me. Agnès the slave housekeeper.
Agnès
was pretending after the first blows. Who softened the
next.
Master knew
that she was pretending.
I have seen
the little ironic wrinkle screwing up his eyes.
This littlee
wrinckle he has when he wants to look a severe and just
Master.
I am a voluntary
slave of the Prince de Lizaigne.
The slave
number 309. The slave Helen.
I enslaved
me after He saved me from the monsters who had abducted
me and tortured me.
I serve
my Master fervently and according to my means. I was a
journalist. So I write his press release, I advise him
about his speech in the European Parliament.
I serve
him with my body too.
When he
suddenly like using the slave number 309.
I am jealous
of Laureline, his favorite slave, almost his wife.
Jealous
? Yes. A little. And I love her too.
I love Agnès
so. With a touch of jealousy.
Tied together
with servitude, Master and Agnès seem very close.
Agnès
helped Master to save me.
I am a bit
jealous and very happy.
I'm happy
to wear the Master's collar.
I'm happy
to be kneeling in front of Him.
Kneeling
or being lying on His bed.
Waiting
until He gives me pleasure.
I am a voluntary
slave of the Prince de Lizaigne.
The slave
number 309. The slave Helen.
A long time
ago, more than a human life, I was Helen Rosenblum.
A free lance
journalist working with many papers, writing little articles.
My universe
was my native town, New York and provincial view of the
world: there were New York, its inhabitants and the rest
of the world.
Then I was
lucky in 1984 to get a report with Cosmopolitan. An article
about the women in Pinochet's Chile.
It was in
Valparaiso that I met the Prince Dominique de Lizaigne,
who is my Master now in 2122.
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Read"Jade time slave" on this site or"Europa
2117" on BdsmArtworks