Rain

A friend of shayla's has been here for the past couple days. She's kajira, though as yet not formally collared. We have known each other for a couple years and have always been close. So having her here has been really nice.

The thing is we both know much of what the other is thinking and feeling, so it makes for some interesting situations. Tonight was a good example. It was another late-afternoon thunder-storm & we were both sitting at Master's feet joking about shayla's reactions to thunder. Somehow the subject got changed to being outside naked in the rain. Elyssa and shayla both looked at each other, knowing what the other was thinking. Master must have been thinking along the same lines because he ordered us both out the door, wearing only one of his t-shirts & a pair of sandals. So after delving into the closet we headed out. And not to return 'til we were soaked.

It was warm, the rain was warm and coming down hard. We walked to an area close by the house where the trees provide good cover from the street, and off go the shirts. 34 years old & walking naked in the rain. Ridiculous. Fun, enjoyable, exciting, and also a bit arousing all at the same time, as well. Oh, that was fun, shayla's never done anything like that before, & neither had alyssa.

After getting soaked under the trees we headed out for a walk. Nearby Master's home is a bike trail that parallels an apartment complex. Shayla's walked past it countless times in her walks but never like this. We both got studied intently by two men standing on their patio while we walked past. About a quarter mile away from the house is a small park where we stopped and sat, talking while the rain subsided to a drizzle. Afterwards we turned down a side street and walked a ways down there. Water had gathered in the gutters, and as our sandals were already soaked we waded through the puddles, kicking up splashes of water and teasing each other until we came to a house where the yard sprinklers were on. Remembering his wishes that we be soaked when we came home, we stood under them for a couple minutes, then walked back.

We took our time, joked about things, occasionally stretching (yes, we knew where the hem of the t-shirts was going, 'bout mid-butt) our arms over our heads, & generally acting like a pair of silly sluts. But it was a lot of fun.

Shayla remembers the conversation between Master and her that first night that we spoke, and how he said that a kajira, free to be herself, to openly express her sexuality, in love with her Master, must be one of the most beautiful things in the world. And that's exactly how shayla felt when she was out playing in that water and rain tonight. Beautiful, sexy, totally unashamed and proud of what she is.

shayla