#carressa

My forth Master (Sweetness knows no age)

My heart had been ripped to shreds by my last two masters. The first, having what I felt as true love ripped from my grasp and the fate of my child hanging in the gloom. The second, watching a child so filled with joy and life simply wither and decay. The family couldn't bear to see my face every day; too painful a reminder. I didn't blame them. With no desire or need for a slave in their home I had to find myself a new residence, a new master.

The family recommended me to everyone they knew. Great with kids, always honest, loyal, does as told. I felt like a pet, a dog, looking for a new owner. I guess that's what I was really.

It took a few months but I finally found a new master. There were no children in this home, just an old woman; a spinster. She had found love once but it simply wasn't meant to last. I was told to take the form of the daughter she had never had but always dreamt about. As time went on, I was to age and grow just as her daughter would have, only a little accelerated.

My mistress rarely gave me orders, simple things about running errands and doing chores. I don't know how she did it but I felt less and less like a slave. I felt more like a daughter taking care of my ailing mother as time went by.

There was only ever one order I wish I could have refused. It still haunts me to this day; please just let me die, don't get in the way of death.

I was going to lose another master, due to their untimely death. Was I cursed? I was no fool, I knew the old woman couldn't live forever but I had no idea it would be so soon.

As soon as she came home from the doctor I knew it wasn't good news. However, I would have helped any way she needed or asked, but the order...It broke my heart to comply.

It broke my heart to lay in bed knowing she was ending her life in the next room. BANG! One gunshot and it was all over. I was free, I could have left and never looked back, but my mistress had one final request and it was one I would not ignore.

I could barely see through the tears that stung in my eyes. For the longest time, I stood there staring at her. She looked so peaceful, lying there with her eyes closed, without an ounce of pain or fear on her features. It was just as if she had fallen asleep. If only I could have ignored the bullet hole in her temple and the blood that tainted her once pristine white hair.

She had always been such a proud beautiful woman. I couldn't let her be seen/found in this state. She had organised and laid out everything; I knew just what to do.

Cleaning away the blood, a soft swipe of makeup and her hair perfectly styled. Next came the exquisite gown, looking like fresh fallen ice and snow, it sparkled like starlight. I had never seen anything so beautiful before. It truly was the perfect gown for her.

My third master (My mini Master)

Having left my past master’s home, his body lying there dead and the fear of my child being the same I simply walked and did not stop. I had no master once again, I had lost the freedom he wished to grant me and I had lost part of myself. Only stopping to rest when it was dark and unsafe, I did not have a death wish after all. I curled myself up in an alleyway using newspapers and whatever I could find to be bedding. Shivering night after night, starving slowly away into nothing I could not help but feel like the past was repeating itself. I had been a slave for two masters each had died, leaving me alone. Could it have been my fault? I had done my best, always followed my master’s orders...Yet here I was alone in the cold and dark once again.

It was upon a particularly bitter night, ice and snow-covered the ground creating an extra frosty blanket over my body, I lay in the ally shivering and whimpering in pain from the cold. It was then that he passed by, a new master....? That is what I thought at first. Delusional and drifting in and out of consciousness I cannot remember much, other than being carried away from that cold night and into a warm embrace.

It was only a few days later that I woke up, but it felt like a century, my body aching the cold having been eradicated from my body and having been replaced with some mass. The male that had saved me appeared to have also nursed me back to health; truly grateful I could think of no other way to thank him than to become his slave....if he wished for such an act.

Getting myself out of the bed, finally strong enough, in my own mind anyway, finding some clothes left upon the chair beside my bed, seeming to fit me perfectly. Just a large white jumper and some shorts, I did not complain and never would; he had been my angel, my saviour, my knight in shining armour. No, I shook this thought from my mind, I could not romanticize this man; the past had taught me that well; Always to keep a distance away from my master.

No sooner was I ready to find the man who had carried me into his home a few days ago was I greeted at the bedroom door by a portly woman, her cheeks rosy her light brown hair slowly coming out of the bun she had once tied it back in, she was clearly flustered but still happy in her work. She slowly guided me around the home, taking me to the man, and I was glad she did. The home was a large maze of the finest kind, stares and hallways leading in all different directions, one wrong turn and you would have been lost never to be seen in weeks.

Coming to a stop outside his office door I could not help but panic a little, the collar around my neck feeling tight even as it decayed away, the only thing I had from my past master my hand went up and affectionately brushed my fingers against it, before taking a deep breath and stepping across the threshold of the office beyond.....

The first sight my eyes wandered to was a huge ornately decorated tree; it confused me, why in an office would a male have such a huge and overly decorated tree. The smell of pine in the air was beautiful, reminding me of the many forests of my past. I was quickly snapped out of this memory as the male cleared his throat and began to speak. Suddenly the reason for the tree became clear, it was a holiday called Christmas something that I had never heard about before. I was to become some sort of present; my confusion only grew.

A small child, he could not be older than 8, entered the room yet lingered by the door. He was to become my master, a sickly frail boy who seemed a little introverted. The boy was asked how he wished for me to appear.....like a dog. That was all I was told. A small frown slipped upon my lips but I bowed my head and shifted into a dog-like female charming a clap and cheer from the boy. My degrading collar slipped from my neck only to be replaced with a new one and a lead of sorts. I was to be his pet and his friend. To keep him company when no other child would, I would comfort him while he was ill, stay beside him at all times even when he ended up in the hospital.

I must say that I grew fond of this little boy, not a slave as so much as a friend. Never ordered to do anything only told to make him happy and I was more than happy to do so.

My second master pt2

This went on for months, treated like a sex slave yet he spoke kind words to me, whispering sweet nothings. He spoke about the future; he would take me away from all of this. Just dreams and wishes. I fell pregnant in those months locked away, my master the father. His wife could not have children so upon the day of my child’s birth she sought to punish me and my master for the child.

In the middle of the night, I went into labour, the room suddenly filled with those of the house to find what the screaming was about. My master's wife ushered them all out...All but one, that maid, an evil look gleaming in her eyes as she watched my face contorted in pain from the birth. They aided me, surrounded me with calm, apologised for all that they had done in the past, that this child was a fresh start. I was to be part of the household now, part of the family. I believed them.....Now I see how foolish I was.

No sooner was my child born was it taken from me, the maid holding my child in her arms and walking out of the room. That was the last time I saw my child...The look in that maid's eyes...I doubt if I still have a child anymore. Too weak from the birth to neither move nor fight, slowly bleeding out upon the bed. The wife was no longer sympathetic and calming anymore.

Anger had consumed my master’s wife and I had no hope in calming her. Her hand found my hair grasping painfully at a fistful of it pulling me from the bed, my body limp yet still struggling to walk, she took me to her bedroom. The sight there was one I wished not to see again, My master, beaten and bloody. He had been wounded to an inch of his life. Barely breathing, not an inch of his body was left unmarked, cuts and gashes had stained the sheet red. I was thrown onto the bed with my master, the only thing I could think to do was to treat him.

“What kind of slave lets this happen to her master?? What kind of slave carries her master's child?? You are no slave! You are dirt”

His wife screamed at me, maybe she was right, I had allowed my master to be harmed, I had carried his child. A wheezing cough slipped through my master's lips and moments later he died before me...

My first master

My first master came to me when I was only ten years old. Just a child in everyone’s eyes but his, I was to be his slave and I could not argue about it. He was a giant of a man always seen carrying his favorite weapon, an axe. This axe I had to clean night after night of the blood of his victims that day. I was forced to live upon the floor in a cave hidden away from his own home, the bellows from him telling me I had work to be done. It was as if he was ashamed to have me, yet he could not live without me. His loyal slave.

He learnt of my talents as a shapeshifter within a few weeks of becoming his, I was punished for not telling him this talent sooner. I had to appear how he wished, easy on the eyes something to be seen, my actual appearance disgusted him. Blonde hair and blue eyes is what he wanted and that was what he got. A creature looking innocent yet not as young as I was, he got it. Yet the next he wished for I did not know how to complete yet I had seen others with this asset so I had to copy them. He wished for a female with big breasts but a thin, lean, body, pale of skin too, that is what he got. I was everything he wished for, right down to the smallest detail of how I was to speak and act. I wore what he told me to, clothes that left little to the imagination, exposing a vast amount of flesh here and there. It was clear he wished to stare at his creation but little did I know there would be much more to this as my servitude went on.

Within the cave that was called my home, there was nothing but dirt and rocks, not even given a blanket in the cold winter months. If I survived the winter I was a good slave, if I did not, then he would find someone who would. I pulled upon my inner strength the warm that kept my heart whole through all of this to keep me alive through those months. I wished only to be consumed by the earth under me. Yet I could not let my master down, something within me kept me going, doing all the orders he set, living the life he made me live. I was his slave, nothing more, nothing less.

Living in that cave; I was not granted food nor water to keep me alive, he believed that a slave would find a way to be better for her master without such necessities. I watched him night after night gorge himself upon hog roasts and whatever else he could catch, all the trimmings, but not a scrap was sent my way. I was forced to live upon whatever the breeze brought into my cave, ordered never to leave the cave unless told otherwise by him.

It seemed one night he grew bored of his life and simple slave, this was when I knew my servitude would change. He no longer wished to just look upon the creation he had admired, he now wished to relish in it. That first night he came to my cave, carrying a light within his hand, his axe within the other, a look within his eyes shinned it was a look I had never seen before, and later I knew why. He had not come to take me in from the cold or grant me food and comfort as I had hoped and wished for many a night. He had only come for himself, for his wants and needs.

He took me that night by force, a ten-year-old trapped within an older body but he did not care about that. Tears springing forth from my eyes were slapped away by a fist to my face, leaving my face bruised and stinging but once again he did not care about this. It was himself and his wants that mattered, I was the slave, and I was supposed to do as my master wished for me to do without argument or emotion. This is what I learnt that night and every night after.

My life as his slave continued like this, doing my orders of a day, starving then being his puppet of a night, to be used as he saw fit. That was until one night I did not see the lantern coming towards my cave, nor when the morning broke did I hear him bellow for me to complete my daily duties. For days it went on like this, with silence spilling forth from the house. I had been ordered not to leave my cave unless told by my master so I could not leave, to find out what had gone on. I reseeded back into the cave to keep warm and away from harm until I was ordered to leave.

Carressa and Takeo before they worked 4 furlongs together in :49:80.

Carressa and Takeo (rail) worked in tandem Tuesday morning for trainer, John Shirreffs.  Both worked 4 furlongs in :50:60.