Laying beneath the green nkets I fell quickly to sleep. I dreamed of Master Damien and his Brothers


    all night Long.


    The next morning one of the men woke me. I asked him his name and he told me to call him and all his


    Brothers ‘Master’. Evidently, I would not be talking to them much. The man that woke me took me to


    the shower and cleaned mepletely.


    My first shower with this new Master was practical. The man used the sponge to clean most of my


    body. When it came to the sensitive bits between my legs he used his fingers. I flinched and backed


    away inadvertently. This new Master just grabbed my hip and held me still as he cleaned every nook


    and fold. He was almost disinterested in the task.


    I dreaded the plug. It was so degrading to be cleaned and prepared that way. I had no control over


    such a personal thing. It was awful.


    This new Masters didn’t really seem bothered either way. He did each step with clinical detachment.


    Once they were done he stood me up and moved right to the silky rub.


    When Master Evan had rubbed me with the purple goo, he always lingered on the ces I Liked. It was


    a morning massage as much as a skin treatment. This new man made no such alterations. It was


    rubbed in and then he was done.


    “Come,” he ordered walking out of the bathing room, “it is time to eat, ve.”


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    At breakfast the man across from me held up his bowl and asked me what I called it in my first


    Language. I told him and he repeated the word until he could say it. In between bites, I was instructed


    to teach them the names of all the things around us. It was a strange way to spend the morning meal,


    but it became my norm.


    Time dragged on and it soon became obvious these men did not want a sex ve. They cleaned me


    and kept the annoying thing in my bottom, but otherwise did not touch me. I was d, but I couldn’t


    help but find it odd.


    The first few days I had dreaded going back to my new owners’ apartment at night. I waited for them to


    descend on my body the way Master Damien and his Brothers had. At some point I was certain they


    would use me. It never happened.


    These men had no interest in my physical self, other than it was cleaned and fed. They made me tell


    them about Earth. These Masters wanted information.


    Everyday some aspect of life on Earth was explored. They made me relive moments from the most


    mundane to the most exciting. I spent seven day cycles exining the inside of a supermarket. It was


    like they wanted to be know my inside out.


    For the first time in months I had to speak English. They ordered me to teach them the entirenguage.


    I was threatened that if they spoke it to another Earth ve and I had lied, they would have me


    whipped. I did the best I could.


    When I wasn’t teaching my new owners, they acted like I wasn’t present.


    If they weren’t engaging in their Earth hobby, they had plenty to keep them busy. They were always


    doing something. Often I found myself sitting and watching their family like I was merely a piece of the


    furniture. I was useful when they wanted me to be and nonexistent when they had better things to do.


    When they weren’t talking to me, I was not to interrupt them. I learned that very quickly. Their


    conversations with one another wereplicated and I was chastised if I interjected. The truth, I soon


    realized, was they only really enjoyed talking with one another.


    My owners did things in their spare time Like take apart transport pads in the sitting area. They enjoyed


    difficult time consuming tasks and I was never asked to participate. Unless they were asking about


    Earth, they didn’t speak to me. For me, it was a Lonely existence.


    At home there wasn’t ever a visiting ve to speak to. Unlike Master Damien and his Brothers, who


    spoke to almost everyone, these new men had few friends in thepound. Warriors would


    sometimese by to ask a question, but they never stayed long. My owners seemed to talk down to


    almost everyone and most other men seemed d to leave their presence.


    Sometimes, as the jovial men walked off discussing the chuke game they werete to, I wanted to go


    with them. I missed walking around thepound with my owners and watching them y. Actually, I


    missed doing almost everything.


    Since I wasn’t really expected to do anything most of the time, I picked up a hobby. With my owner’s


    permission Rose taught me to sew and knit. My skills quickly equalled hers, because I had Limitless


    time to practice.


    The men actually seemed happy I was doing something and bought Limited supplies for me. They liked


    it when I sewed things withplicated designs. When I was able to stitch their symbol onto their shirts


    they were ecstatic. It was the first and only time I ever really pleased them.


    Most of the time, I was an annoyance to my owners. Their questions were soplicated. I frequently


    could not adequately answer them, so they punished me by making me sleep in the little box in the


    wall.


    Eventually, they figured out I just didn’t know how everything worked on my home world.