Gifts

A question came to shayla's attention on a board tonight, asking those who serve if they are allowed to give gifts to their owners. It's a question that has been bandied about on many different discussion boards, to no real conclusion or consensus as to whether it's right or wrong for a kajira to give her Master a gift. It made shayla smile.

Shayla's Master goes through the same holdiays as the rest of the world. Christmas, Valentine's Day, his birthday, etc. Master's birthday actually came and went shortly after shayla had arrived here. And with it, as well as the other holidays, shayla has been requested (ordered) not to try to give him anything.

At first, this bothered shayla to no end. He'd already done so much for her, how could she not make some sort of gesture, offer him some type of gift in return? How could he reject a gift from someone that is so devoted to pleasing him? She's been asked this question many times, in different ways. And when she thinks about the answer, it becomes more and more clear to her.

She asked her Master that very thing. He said that anything she could give him would be inadequate compared to what she was giving him on a regular basis. At first it was confusing, but as time went on, it became more clear to her. While, in many ways, she cannot leave, she is desperately eager to please him and to belong to him. And it shows in her every act. A hard look from him and she is in tears of remorse, a smile from him causes her to feel that she would walk through coals if it pleased him. Her every action, even when she errs in some way, all stems from a desire to surrender to and please him. She strives to give him all she can in her service and devotion to him.

How can something so monumental be condensed into a box? Shrunk into one day? What type of finite, material item, can a kajira possibly give her owner that would adequately represent what she offers to and gives him daily?

The other day, her Master was in the other room as shayla was working in the kitchen. Positioned as he was, he had a clear view of her as she worked. He had wished her to wear nothing but her heeled sandals at the time. Shayla, of course, had her mind on the task at hand, though still listening for a word from him that would bring her to his feet. Master told her later that he had looked at her as she was working, thinking to himself. He said that he was living a dream, one that many many men have, but very few have the courage to pursue. A beautiful, sexual woman living with him, belonging to him in every way possible. One that was totally devoted to him and his pleasure, ready to do anything if he were to ask.

What kind of purchased, material item, could possibly match putting a man's dream into his hands?

shayla