- Bard -

I remember sitting on the edge of a cracked, faded white tub, running soapy hands over his body and thinking back to every bit of training I'd ever had, wanting to make him feel as special as he was to me, wanting to show him my love, wanting him to see that yes, I was willing to serve him, that I wanted to serve him, that I loved him completely.

I remember leaning against him and feeling him run the sharp edge of the ankh over my skin while I stared at a cup of warm tea in a chinese restaraunt, waiting for Caleb to arrive so we could order, wondering if it was going to get nasty.

I remember looking at him while we walked through Saturday market, while I looked for that wonderful scarf that left me tingly the rest of the time he was here... he looked at home, as if he was supposed to be there, to be with me right then... it felt so perfect, so right.

I remember the first time I heard his voice, how it wasn't what I had imagined, it was richer, slightly higher, sweeter... the voice of an angel, not a demon, and I fell for him all over again just at the sound of it.

I remember the day online when he asked my character to collar him, when he gave that to me... I remember how deeply I was aching afterward, and I remember wondering if I would ever see him again or if it was just a dream.

I still wonder it, sometimes.

- Kadin -

I remember him walking up and asking to be raped... oh, it took a lot of dancing around to get him to say it, he was still so innocent... but say it he did, he made me want him just for the chance to corrupt that purity, to claim him.

I remember listening to him sing 'My Only Love' to me over a phone when my throat was so sore I couldn't talk and when he was so stressed, so tired... even then, he found the perfect way to make me smile, to leave me glad to be alive.

I remember watching him kneel, seeing his eyes as he looked into the webcam, the first time, that sweet perfect first time... he was nervous, it showed, he was so afraid that he wouldn't be pleasing, that somehow he wouldn't be good enough... but gods, he was pleasing indeed, and I loved him for that hesitation and fear, for wanting so completely to please me... I am in awe of his submission, still.

I remember talking with him, the slow conversation that slipped into half RP, picturing our meeting, claiming him... that was the first time he admitted completely that he was mine. He surrendered... submitted... he gave me the most priceless gift anyone can ever give.

- Rhett -

I remember sitting outside of the apartment on 40th and closing my eyes, my hands clenched, leaning against him with his arm around me... I felt so completely weak at that moment, then a second later so unbelievably strong... he took me through the fire, left me with the taste of cigarette ash in my mouth and the knowledge that YES, I could do what I wanted, I didn't have to be afraid.

I remember the look on his face, the first time his fist slipped inside me... and the look on my own, I didn't see it, but I felt it, felt my entire body contract and the sudden rush of humiliation-pleasure-joy-desire-filling me... he left me in a little trembling ball and I loved it, every second of it.

I remember curling up in his arms and talking for hours about the girls with the hair... the black-haired girl, marked for death, her every breath earned with her own pain... the pink and green haired girls, little sextoys, so sweet and perfect and wonderful... and the blue-haired girl, the partner in crime who still, sometimes, found herself on her knees, helpless, trembling... I remember how wonderful it felt to know that there was someone who shared my desires, my worst and deepest secrets, and who didn't think less of me for them.

There are more people I need to put memories of... Caleb, Scott, Alex, Joe... but not yet. Right now caffeine has arrived, and I must go and drink it.