A slender youth dressed in chainmail carrying a shield had entered the tent while I was watching. Evidently one of the medieval 'reenactors'.I should ...ave apologized for the interruption or introduced myself or something. Instead I asked how they could know it worked half the time. Did they keep records?The reenactor slumped into a chair, "please don't tell 'em I'm here miss, this stuff isn't real but it weighs the same and the longer you wear it the 'eavier it gets."I nodded. Argggghhhhh?.leave me madam?.please was my pleading word.I will use this cock which has dared to urinate in my toilet. It will be taught a real lesson. She said with anger. Now she pressed the lit cigarette at the glans of my penis. Such is the bad luck of my virgin cock that instead of tasting a pussy for the first time that my cock is tasting a lit cigarette. Virgin?huh?asked Madam??yes, I said promptly. Good for me she said with a cunning smile.Here are the rules slave,-You are my property. Ikuno quickly recovered and nudged Kal with her elbow, “Guess I wanted to let everyone know I was yours now.”“I think you might have succeeded,” he said shaking his head, then looked back at Perra, “why were you coming here anyways I thought you and mother were going to be busy?”“Mom said she needed to go visit the weaver in town to pick up thread and material for some more winter clothes,” Perra had taken to calling Kal’s mother ‘Mom’ almost as soon as she moved in, “after we got done with. She was captivating. Now she was gone. She was paradise, lost forever.Eleven months passed before she suddenly reappeared. She furtively arrived late in the afternoon, laid out as rotisserie in the sun, read, enjoyed a brief swim before silently vanishing. She was always alone, never saying a word or acknowledging anyone. Her beauty and mysteriousness were irresistible.One warm day, almost four weeks after her return, I watched the sun move again toward the horizon. The beach emptied the closer.