The Slave bell

The more I thought about the other night with bell the more I began to realize that I was doing it again. Getting so involved with the responsibilities of the Tribe and my Clan that I was letting my own slave languish for attention. When I was there she was not .. having some tasks that took her elsewhere and we just kept missing each other. That was no way for a man to own a slave and I had learned my lessons ... or at least I hope I have learned them .. from the past.

What had started with bell still felt like an unfinished story to me .. but a story that would have to wait to be told until another time. Another time when both of us were ready to begin it again. Until then she could be there as a camp slave to serve and flourish. Without the restraint of my own wagon and wishes to keep her busy during times she could be relishing in her position .. on her knees for men.

And so I ordered the camp collar to be put on her neck .. the Tuchuk ring placed in her nose and the camp slave wear to be given as well as a place made for her in the slave wagon under raven's tutelage.

This called many things into question for me. But they were thoughts that I would save for later when I could ponder them more in depth.