Postscript

 

It took nearly a fortnight for the swellings and abrasions between my legs and all over me to fully heal and subside. And it was Julia who nursed me - as it had been she who had sluiced down the wreckage which had arrived back from Ben’s, and which had rolled out onto the drive, completely limp and exhausted when the boot had been opened.

 

In the month which has followed from then, I have had nothing to do except to prepare this journal and that task is nearly done now so I can face up to my future. What that holds was explained to me when I was summoned to the library one evening. My heart was thumping as I followed Julia in; I dared to hope that I might be receiving my master’s attentions once again. He had not touched me since my return and although I slept with Julia nearly every night, kissing another girl’s welts is no substitute for the savage joy of taking the kiss of the leathers oneself.

But it was not to be. Julia and I knelt before him and he explained his plans. He had decided to reorganise his household; he would keep Julia as a slave for the time being and maybe purchase another in due course, but he would never again mix slave owning and business. I had got in behind his defences, he admitted ruefully - both emotionally and commercially - and he would not allow that to happen again, it was one reason why he had finally taken Julia - to demolish everything which had gone before. My heart sank as I realised how close I had come to obtaining everything I wanted, and had lost it.

I was going to be auctioned, he told me. He considered that kinder than setting me free and I have come to appreciate that fact. But on that evening I was devastated and even being allowed to watch Julia Dexter being soundly flogged in the playroom was small comfort. But when the whip was finally put aside and he buggered her while she was still bound on the trestle, I was allowed to lick him clean afterwards before licking his emission out of her. I knew it would be the last time I would taste him. And so it has proved.

The auction is now only two days away and tomorrow we travel up to London. In front of me as I write is the card which prospective purchasers will be given. The reserve price is flatteringly high! And the picture; a vidcap of me hung by the wrists in the playroom, is also very complimentary. All my vital statistics are listed, including my ankle and wrist cuff sizes, and then in a section labelled ‘General’ it reads.

‘The slave currently goes under the name of Emma, but should be given a slave name. She is obedient and very tough under the whip, as well as responsive to all forms of mistreatment. However she is intelligent and can be headstrong, she really requires continual discipline - of the harshest nature.”

And then under ‘Reason for Sale’

“Master has become over-fond.”

Several men have been to have a preview and I have been paraded in the library, naked and on a lead from my labial rings. I found it intensely exciting and am now really looking forward to a new life - how well my master judged me! Above everything else it seems - even him - I love slavery itself. I felt so wonderfully alive and feminine as male eyes devoured me, assessing me for the pleasure I could give them; speculating aloud with my master as to how many lashes I could endure on my back, buttocks, breasts etc. I loved the way their strong hands opened my sex and their fingers casually rummaged inside me and comments were passed about the speed and quantity of my lubrication, before it was wiped off on my stomach. All of them had me bend over while they explored my back entrance and my breasts and buttocks were closely examined and discussed for their contours, skin tone and ability to soak up everything from beatings to piercings. Best of all, once the examinations were over and drinks were being served, I was allowed to masturbate to orgasm in front of them; just to prove what a complete slut I have become.

And so the story of Emma comes to an end. I don’t know what name I will live under in the future, or where I will live or what adventures in slavery lie before me.

But I am very happy to be leaving Emma behind; once and for all.