Continuation:
Every now and again I would see her, in the clubs, or at a D/s party. She seemed always to have a different Master or Mistress from the time before.
If anything, she was more beautiful than ever, more desirable and her obedience was often shaming to other subs and their owners.
Yet, to my eyes there was something missing.
That sparkle that a submissive has when they are content and at ease with themselves, knowing they are owned.
Rosina, for that was her name, lacked that look, and when I looked closely at her owners I wondered if she were more trophy than submissive, that she was more actress than owned.
We had never spoken.
Yet from time to time we would catch each other’s eye and there was a kind of questioning in her look.
A sort of plea for help.
For my part, she could never had failed to see that I desired her for my own.
That I longed to have her as my submissive.
But there is a code, amongst Master’s, well at least amongst those who are gentlemen as well, and I would not approach her and break the code.
TBC: