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Äh, ok Erklärungen sind hier wohl angebracht. Ich hatte mal so aus heiterem Himmel die gloreiche Idee meine Englischkenntnisse zu trainieren und fand es ganz interessant das auf diese Weise einzubauen. Wenn irgendwer aber eine Übersetzung haben möchte (was ich natürlich verstehen würde) kann ich natürlich dafür sorgen. Sagt mir nur bescheid.
I watch the boy as he stares intently at the text I gave him to copy. The silky black hair is falling down his back except for a few stubborn strands that keep falling in his line of vision. He is quite intriguing. I had not expected him to see the hidden picture so easily. This indicates a great magical ability which could make him one of the more powerful mages on the face of this world. What a pity that he is non-Drow and will probably never get a proper education, but then no it is not, because if he was Drow I could never have claimed him for myself in such a way.
I think back to the last day and remember the exiting feeling of absolute control. The way he was moaning, begging for me to touch him. I can make him feel whatever I wish. Utmost pain, ecstasy; every feeling his beautiful body can produce. Maybe I should give him a real name instead of calling him bunny, even though it is very fitting to the way he behaves. I smile suddenly very content about the fact that I have such an interesting plaything.
This is a rare emotion these days when I have to put up with my annoying new student. Stupid little brat! Without his admittedly incredibly influential priest-father he would probably be dead by now, because I would have killed the boy the day I first set eyes on him. As it is though I will have to put up with him and hope for the next ten years to pass reasonably quickly. At least I can take a little pleasure in making him work until he drops from the exhaustion and will not be able to bother me more than absolutely necessary.
And the other boy… he seems to be nearly finished with the task I gave him and I walk up to him, to have a look at his handwriting. After all if he performs well enough I may have more for him to copy and will be able to save myself a lot of time that can be spent in a far more productive manner.
The second I put my hand on his back he flinches, not much so, but still very noticeable. I am not really in favour of hurting others, even if they are only slaves, at every possible opportunity, but I have to admit that some well measured portions of pain tend to induce quite a lot of instant respect. Gentleness is much underestimated though. I honestly believe it can bind more thoroughly than chains when used correctly. Playing with his inexperienced mind was easy. I wonder if I could train him so that he'd become more of a challenge. If not to me then at least to others. I should actually do some further experimenting on this…but I am getting side tracked.
Yes, he does have a readable handwriting although he is still a bit slow. I guess practise will improve this matter. I can not keep from grinning when I think of the other things he needs to practise. Having him as a virgin was, admittedly entertaining, but the novelty wears off after a while. It is serves me well that he can not see my face now, I already feel his slim frame shivering with tension. Maybe I should have let him see what the other masters do with their slaves, so he could appreciate the fact that he is not chained to the wall right now, bleeding and hurting like mad after several vicious whippings.
I watch him starting the last paragraph and decide that even if it will certainly make him spoil the nearly full page I will have a little bit of amusement now. Slowly I slide my hands into his shirt, down the velvety white skin. And I trace the line of his delicate collarbone deliberately not creating any feelings with the silver collar around the frail neck. Not yet anyway. And when I start to lick his earlobe he nearly jumps off the chair, spilling ink all over the parchment. Just I as I knew he would. I do not bother listening to his thoughts now, probably exactly the same frantic whining as yesterday. I guess he will get used to this after a while, but I must start teaching him how to attend to my own pleasure or the game may become boring quite soon.