The slave has worn collars

     The slave has worn collars, she has knelt at the feet of "Doms", she has her IRC training, and the training she has received from meeting various others in real life. The slave has met formidable men, she has been intimidated and beaten.

     Nothing she has experienced could have prepared her for the unexpected meeting of the Man who collared her on IRC. The slave’s Master was as He said He was, His eyes bore into her, her belly began to burn. When the slave first knelt at the feet of her Master, warmth spread through her very being, her heart quickened, her belly quivered, her flesh broke out with tiny beads of moisture. The slave begged to shower, her Master granted her permission.

     As the hot scalding water rushed over her, so did her emotions, tears trickled down her cheeks. The slave returning to her Master, fresh and perfumed, she again knelt at His feet. Pointing to His feet, she bent at her waist, and shyly, tentatively kissed them, then she began to slowly lick them, bellying before Him, she began to lick and suckle upon His toes. A passage she had read flashed in her mind, the meaning echoing the girls thoughts:

"The life of a female slave," he said, "is a life wholly given over to love. It is not a compromised life. It is not one of the lives which is part this, and part that. It is a total way of life, a total life. The female slave seeks to give all, selflessly, knowing that she, as she is mere slave, a rightless animal owned by her Master, one who can be bought and sold at His least whim, can make no claims, that she deserves nothing, and is entitled to not the least attention or consideration. There are no bargains made with her, no arrangements."

Mercenaries of Gor … page 435

     Time stood still for the slave, although time was passing around her. Master pointed to the floor at His feet, "Kneel!" he said, the slave did so quickly and obediently. In His hands He held His Real Life collar, the slave trembled, her eyes cast downward, she listened carefully as He spoke to His property.

     On January 3rd, He collared His slut, with His House collar. As His collar circled and closed upon her throat, the following passage filled the slaves mind:

"He is the Master, let him neglect me or be cruel to me. Let him whip me or chain me. Let him do with me as he wills. I do not care. I want to belong to Him, I will kiss his whip with joy! I want to love him, with all I have to give as a woman. I want to serve and love him, selflessly, only his mastered slave."

Mercenaries of Gor … page 428

     The slave loves her Master, she will strive to be pleasing to Him and to all others. The slave but property to Him, to her He is everything.