Collared

I found the training that my Master engaged in before my collaring to be substantially different than I expected.

I had some experience in writing erotically and so I expected to immediately engage in lengthy hot prose.

Instead muse had to learn to listen: with her ears, her body, all her senses and to respond with sensitive prose that was inclusive of the new information and direction coming from the Master. He set me simple tasks at first like describing wind in my hair and the gentle stroking of the fuzz on my forearm.

Finally, the exciting day came when I was going to be pulled into his world. I felt a true sense of danger and knew I was crossing over into another life. He met me at a pre-arranged place on his tarn and told me to ride behind him. For the first time I was a slave girl in Gor, riding behind an all-powerful Master. My heart was beating fast. I was not yet collared to him. What if he abandoned me, sold me, or I was captured by some stranger? I felt myself press my breasts into his back and becoming as seductive as possible in order to encourage him to take me when I begged his collar.

Setting down within the city, I fell to my knees and raised my arms over my head crossed in the attitude of female submission. In that position I begged his steel and promised to please him. The promises made him laugh because as Master, should he collar me, I WOULD please. There would be no choices. With a click of a steel lock, the solid collar snapped around my neck.... both a symbol and a tool of Mastery.

This was but my first step on the wild side of my female nature. I had much to learn and challenges ahead.