She remained pensive for the rest of the day. She thought about her state of peace and contentment. A couple of weeks before, Lucy had been unsure of what would transpire and how she would react. For so long, she had pondered the reality of being a slave…she had imagined in detail what it would be like and how it would effect her. She felt certain that it was what she needed, but without having any experience, she could not be truly sure. This was a defining experience for Lucy. She marveled at how natural it felt being His slave. Whatever lack of certainty she may have felt was put to rest. This was exactly what she needed, and He was exactly the right man. She thought about the first e-mail she had sent Him. Lucy remembered how she felt that she needed to tell Him to be rough with her. It seemed almost naïve now. Her Master needed no instruction on how to treat His slave. This is exactly what Lucy had desired. Her satisfaction ran deep. She suspected that it must be similar to what it feels like for someone to finally admit that they are gay. A catharsis. A confirmation of something that has always been there but had not been nurtured.

The next morning, the soreness she felt was much more profound. It was almost a total body soreness. She could push on certain spots on her hips and waist that were very tender, showing her exactly where His grip had been. It was far more severe than the last time. With every step and movement, Lucy was reminded. She enjoyed enduring this. It was a harmless pain that fades in a day or two, and it served to remind her and Lucy found it fulfilling.