Letter to JuJu
July 9, 2010 at 7:46 pm | Posted in Uncategorized | 1 CommentDearest JuJu:
So much has happened since my last correspondence, I’m not sure where to begin. So let’s start with caste shall we?
After building up the candy shop to highly successfully levels, I opened Sweet Revenge Imports & Exports. It’s been a year now and a very prosperous one at that. Lady Ania has stepped down to spend time with her family as head merchant in Port Kar, and I was named successor. This Friday, is the Merchant’s dinner celebrating my promotion within the city.
I am also a claimed woman now. I hate the man, he’s vile. He tried initially to do it secretively, but I got the upper hand and it is now recognized throughout Port Kart that I’m his woman. This man thinks that I can be shamed. I warned him in the beginning to not piss off the candy lady, but he hasn’t listened.
With eyes and ears everywhere in the city, I have recently learned of his deceit. The bastard actually thinks he can use me to take over Kar. And it would appear he’s in partnership with another Free Woman. Little does he know, the sleen, that he’s a marked man.
But in happier news, you remember that little boy Derek who used to follow me around Port Kar? You’d remember his mother Sara, my shop clerk, the one who passed. Well, my good fortune was able to buy him into the red caste and on my last trip north I brought him home. He’s got the same sense of humor. His clothing is a little well, less than, oh how to say this Ju. Well they are downright hideous! I’ve commissioned the seamstress to sew him a new wardrobe. Of course he’s fussing. I’ve also hired someone from the builder’s caste to fix up Sara’s old home for him.
Ju, he has her eyes. Every time I look into them I miss her. But, he brings me so much joy and happiness. It strange watching him run on the walls, I have to fight the urge to yell at him to get down from there, but now he belongs on them.
With him, he brought a bond, Fala. She’s feisty and confident slave. Reminds me of two others I used to know so long ago. I think she will work well with Kitten and Fat Bosk, neither of which like my ‘companion.’ They continuously cause trouble for him, but I don’t do anything about it. It’s not worth it as I rather enjoy annoying him. Derek hasn’t met the bastard yet. He’s been away. I keep hoping he’ll drown somewhere.
Please visit soon. I miss you.
With kindest regards,
Lady Beth Ronmark
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*Tears touch her vision, as she reads her dear friends words, and gently she rolls up the scroll and tucks it under her bedding. She releases a sigh, and, button by button, she removes the gown she wears. From that, she removes the stockings, rolling them down each calf. She takes a breath and stands, looking in the pitiful excuse for a mirror that she owns. She raises her arms, her breasts lifting with a deep sigh as she does, and releases her blonde locks. They fall around her features. Eyes are glistening, with emotion, but she curls her lips, and turns in the mirror, looking at the little kef that marks her outter thigh. Naked, she sits, and takes ink to a scroll, writing her response. IT will be sent with the messanger, as she instructed in the morning. But tonight, she would be….. free.*
I need freedom.
I have been in iron belts. In locked silver collars. In plain iron collars. I have been trapped in cages, in ropes, in stockz, in a Masters command.
I have never felt as confined and restricted as i have, since the key broke the collar i wore, since i struggled through living with rags and dirt and scraps to eat… since i discovered i had freedom, to eat what i wanted, to say what i desired, to go where i could survive, to be alone, to be surrounded, to do whatever it is i wished, and to explore my creativity without the order from an owner.
Never ever, not in the collar, or cage, not in the ropoes or commands, have i felt as captured as i have in the pitifully long gowns, in the rarely worn veil i was forced to endure. I have gotten fat Beth.
I have gained at least enough that i might even fit into your chalwars. Just teasing! But, in serousness, i am so unhappy.
I have travelled, i have been rich. I have been poor. I have heard things i never thought i could! Did you know Beth, that many free woman are far more seductive then they let on?
I have decided… this very night, that i want my true fredom back.
So, I am leaving Beth. Payton, do you remember her? She is the kennel Mistress in Treve.
I am heading there, an di hope in a hand or so, you will make it there somehow, if even in disguise, and see me.
I do hope you are safe, and stay safe. Please, send any further messages through Payton, she will I am sure, permit me to hear them.
all my love,
ju,
Once a ravished pleasure garden slave,
Once a struggling she-utr,
Once a starving artisan,
And a rich trainer.
Now… just, ju…… again.
Comment by ju— July 10, 2010 #