Chapter Nine
Jeni couldn’t understand why a simple lifestyle term like master would be so very difficult for her to use, when so much about the Master/slave world made her feel as if she’d come home. The n****e ties, the cuffs and even an ID tag were all easy for her to accept – she couldn’t wait to wear his ring with the property tag dangling from her c**t. But unlike the collar, cuffs, and n****e ties, which were easily removed, the tag was not. It would be a 24/7 reminder of her master, as close as she’d get to a permanent fixture, since they’d ruled out branding and tattoos. It was a symbol of his ownership, of slavery, of agreements that seemed as natural to her as long novels of love and loss, dancing into the wee hours, and long walks on sandy beaches. Things her soul demanded o
