my name is teya i am the kajira of Tegne warrior of Gor. Tegne is my Master and I am his slave ... but it was not always so. Master has commanded me to tell you my story ...

    i was Ceirana, Free Woman of Gor, and Mistress of the Gardens of Gor. As a Free Woman i was full of privilege. Protected by my robes and veils i felt safe and secure ... until i met Tegne. Tegne came to the gardens looking for a friend that was to meet Him there. As we met, His gray green eyes looked into mine ... There was something in His eyes that made me know we would meet again.

    Tegne came to visit quite often. He would sit ... sipping black wine and we would talk. Always His gaze was piercing ... as if He was reading me ... my thoughts ... my heart ... my soul.
 

    One night as i strolled in the Gardens, i heard the sound of wings ... next i new ... i was in the talons of a huge golden tarn being carried up and away from the gardens ... i struggled in the grip of the great bird ... i heard a voice call to it ... Har-ta ... Har-ta ... i knew then that it was Tegne that was my captor.
 
    We flew for what felt like hours ... may have been only moments ... i do not know ... Tegne landed the tarn on a small hill ... dismounted and ordered the bird to release me. With a brush of His hand on the beak of the tarn, He set it free to hunt, then turned to me.

    He removed His helmet ... stood there in the scarlet of the warriors ... gray green eyes burning into mine ...  "Why have you taken me?" i screamed, as He moved to me.

    He just smiled and said, "You are now mine."

    i shook my head ... "No." i whispered

     He looked at me, and nodded, "Yes" He said, His voice level but with the tone of command.  "You are now mine."

    All i could do is shake my head no. But i knew that what He said was in my heart. That yes, i now belonged to this warrior...

    i knelt still where the tarn left me ... watching as He removed a quivar from His sleeve ...shivering as He slowly cut the robes from my body.

    As my robes fell about my knees ... i heard Him say ... " When I first met you I wanted you as mine ... Now my beauty your body is a work of art ... but the face is it that of a tharlon?"

    i trembled at His words ... knowing well that He was not finished.

    "No, you can't do this." i whispered as His hand removed the first veil ...

    "But I can, and will." Was His retort ... as He removed the second veil...

    i could not move ... i was paralyzed as His fingers stripped away the Pride Veil ... i knew now that He could see my shadowed features through the last two veils ...

    As He removed the veil of Citizenship ... tears filled my eyes ... as i looked at Him ...

    His eyes looked into mine as He removed the final veil ...

    i heard Him whisper. " And a face of a goddess."

    i trembled ... now totally naked before Him. My eyes averted fearing to meet His gaze.

    i heard Him remove something from His pouch ...

    "Ceirana ... do you submit to me? Willingly ?"

    i started to shake my head at His words ... the word "no" forming on my lips ...

    i felt my body move as if it had a mind of its own ... i placed my head against His boot ... mylips kissed His boot ... the words whispered as if spoken by another ... "Yes my Master."

    "Look at me girl." He commanded.

    i raised my eyes to His.

    In His hand was a golden collar.

    "Can you read the inscription on the collar?" He asked.

    "teya, property of Tegne." i said.

    "teya ... means my passion." He said to my unasked question.

    He reached and placed the collar about my throat. i felt the metal cold yet strangely warm as it encircled my throat ... eyes closing as i heard it lock into place.

    It was then teya was born.

    tears flowed from my eyes ... tears of a kajira that knows she is owned ... totally and completely by her Master.

    "Who are you girl?" He asked.

    "teya, kajira of Tegne." was my whispered reply.

    "What are you girl?" He asked.

    "kajira, my Master."

    i felt His hands on mine as He guided me to my feet.

    When He kissed my lips as a Master ... my surrender was compete ... teya was His ...

    That then is teya's story. my Master and i now travel Gor ... He is teaching me to be kajira in every way. i serve Him as His devoted kajira ... seeking to please Him ... wearing His collar with pride... His!