Re: Holding Pens: Jackson
Jackson was thankful when the mistress had left. He left his tee shirt off, even though he desperately wanted to put it back on. No offence to the women just she creeped him out and the was pretty sure he was homosexual. He took a chance to glance up and around, still his eyes were lower than eye level for most of the masters. He relaxed a little in his position, trying to alleviate the ache in his leg when a shadow darkened the pen door and Jackson straightened up.
"I was punished, Master. When I was thirteenth." Answering the man. Why was everyone so worried by his scars. They were a sign of his disobedience and he would like to forget they were there, then again the memories would never leave him alone. Jackson could see that the man had very nice shoes. His last master liked his shoes as well.