With the destruction of my home, Port Pa-Kur, and the relocation to the refugee camp that is known as Bog Hill, in the midst of the swamp out of the way of further dangers, began a new life of looking to fill my household up with new and wonderful things, since, starting anew, mostly, meant, leaving behind what couldn’t be saved, and moving forwards for the long road ahead.

With time, comes amazing moments of time where you sit in contentment with the ones you enjoy spending your time with. One such is the first of my latest and most amazing girls, rose. 5 months now, she’s been in my collar and 5 months, she’s been loving, caring, intelligent, and though shy, very yielding in all the ways a slave can and should be. My rose always worries that she may be left behind again, but I show her frequently, that she’ll not only be not left behind, but always cared for as the self yielding gift she is to me since the day of her submission.

A new journey, and, a wildly new handful of kajirae for the house. First, Melina, I’ve bought from the slaver out of sheer luck and surprise. I’ve chosen to name her ilse (el-say). Pretty much love at first kneel? Perhaps, but, what I am proud of is her genuine submission to me, and the even begged the slaver after having been offered to be bought, refused, she begged herself to be sold, and was so sold. The danish voice on this girl is pleasing and quite nice to hear!

Next is trisha, a slave that I also had been talking to, and found to be quite pleasant. She’s Irish, and I like to rub her against me for all the luck to bring me joy, happiness, and quite a lot of big grins from all that she is. She’s got her own stories to tell, she makes me smile, and she has intelligence, ideas, and she really loves to be useful in many ways. I think I’m lucky to have found this girl, a good friend of ilse’s in fact, almost like two peas in a pod, that both wanted to come with me ultimately of their own wishes.

Finally, the latest of my coffel is a pani girl, cake. I named her cake as the name she was last given, I couldn’t pronounce. Neither was a previous name she suggested she was called, but in her pani language she described it meant a sponge cake. I happened to like cake, so I named her cake. She submit to me of her own will, at the circle of Gorean University, and was accepted, collared, and brought back home. We’re still new to getting to know each other, but wise words, well spoken, and genuine interests on both sides, suggest this could be a good match. She has limits, she’s told me why they exist, and I honor such honesty with understanding always.

That, is how House of Goodman went from one slave, to four.