<strong>Name:</strong>Janisha<br/><strong>Location:</strong>On an auction block at the slave markets<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Matthew Loader<br/><hr/><br/>He apologized to her! That was a welcome sign. A man apologizing to a slave was a man who thought of the slave as a person, not a tool – or at least as a tool with feelings worth caring about, and for a slave that was enough.<br/><br/>“Please, sir,” she bowed again. “It is I who failed you, sir. I was unable to give you the information you wanted.” That was her slave training speaking – a slave was never failed by her master, only a master could be failed by a slave. Even if the master asked the impossible.<br/><br/>“I see, sir,” she said, and she bowed again to thank him for complimenting her intelligence and beauty, “Thank you, sir. I am happy you find me pleasing.”<br/><br/>Jani’s mind was on autodrive at the moment, playing through the standard behaviours that had been drilled into her during her training, while she tried to get a fix on this man. What did he want? Would he make a good master? If she could figure that out, then she could give him what he wanted – and if he was going to be bad master, she could<em>not</em>give him what he wanted, and hopefully he would move on.<br/><br/><em>I think they just didn’t understand you.</em>What a maddeningly strange thing to say to her! What did he mean? What did he see when he looked at her? What was he looking for? He was taunting her, maybe, telling her that he knew of her disciplinary problems. But to what end?<br/><br/>His next question floored her. There was no way she could answer it honestly! What she<em>wanted</em>was a master who would forget about her completely, and leave her to live a life of luxury lounging about at his expense. If she had to work at all to earn her keep, she wanted it to be in a position that allowed her to use her mind – she did not mind using her body for her master, but she wanted her master to use her<em>mind</em>. She wanted to be devious for him, plan things for him, organize things for him and fell his enemies for him. She would give him her body, willingly and with great pleasure, if he would allow her to have some measure of control, and not just feel like a useless fuck toy.<br/><br/>The surprise was so great that for a moment she lost her control, and her eyes narrowed and lips pursed, giving away momentarily, that her mind was working in nefarious ways. But she quickly recovered control, and returned to her bland, emotionless expression.<br/><br/>“Please, sir,” she lied, obsequiously, “The only thing I look for in a master, is the sign that I have pleased him with my service. I ask for nothing from my master; I live only to serve him, as a slave should.”<br/><br/>And her answer to his second question was just as evasive and dishonest. “Sir, I want nothing,” she said, softly. “And, as a slave, I deserve nothing. Unless my master tells me that I want something, then I have no wants. Except to serve and please my master. Whoever that may be.”