It wasn't long before I was spending all my free time at the computer, in fact I was spending all my free time in Gor, I stopped going to other chat rooms, sites and checking e-mail constituted of quickly reading and replying to what was absolutely necessary. I was encouraged not to roam but to stay within my "Home" while online. I readily agreed to this and spent my time learning the ways of a gorean slave; which included how to serve properly and how to do the various positions that was expected. When I wasn’t training or serving I would have fun and play and pull jokes; just basically have a barrel of laughs, it was a great escape from the worries of real life.
Now there are three basic silk levels in a gorean home, white (virgin or untrained slave), yellow (non-virgin, semi-trained) and red silk (fully trained pleasure slave). I didn't care to advance to the next silk because I wasn't too keen on cybering; however this proved to be a requirement so I did advance but never to red silk status. I also must add that I cybered more than I can keep track of. I hated it; not only was it boring it was at times very degrading. A slave can not refuse to be used and she can't have any say in how she is used. Going along with this should have been my first clue that I was getting way too involved in this world. I know for those who have never been in a state of emotional entrapment this will sound off the wall, but there were many times that I went along with cyber that left me in tears feeling completely violated and shamed. For many reasons I will not recount specifics here in this blog.
After awhile I caught the attention of a Master who was a member of the home I belonged to and he offered me his collar. I was literally scared but accepted it and went through the process of waiting while it was approved by the Ubar. On the day I was to be collared I was shaking so badly I almost couldn't type as I tried to answer the questions and assume the position of female submission (a position that makes it easier for the Master to put the collar on). After the collar was put on I became plain giddy! I was so happy, I now belonged to a Master I was HIS! and that's how I wanted it to stay. At this time as restrictions and rules were set I didn't argue or resist, I actually thankful and accepted them because after all shouldn't a slave be grateful of everything? I could only pm with certain people; I couldn't add any new friends without permission. I had a curfew for when I was to be off the computer, etc and of course if I got in trouble in the room then I was in trouble again with Master, for having caused Him disrespect.
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