Chapter Thirteen
Legal Enslavement
The two weeks that followed were repeats of my first day, and she didn’t give me any rest at all. The weather got colder by the day, but she still did not cover me when I was walked to and from the barn and I shivered quietly, with each long walk making me more fully aware that I was indeed her slave. Although I was slowly getting used to all of my dangling jewellery and my cuffs and collar, it was not easy. The flesh of both the internal and exterior piercings had begun to toughen and so there was less and less pain, but the nagging tug, drag and swinging of all my new decorations was constant and increasingly annoying. I did not understand why women wore the stuff. Now though, I had no choice.
Too, I was slowly getting accustomed to the weight of my
