This is a story a girl wrote for a competition when she was collared to #Green_Cliffs_Inn on bondage, though a girls no longer with them, she looks back to her time there with very fond memories and a few regrets. This one had fun writing this and has enjoyed herself immensely in what she writes.

Awakening of a kajira

by jameelah{GCI}red silk kajira of #Green_Cliffs_Inn

We are each driven to what we seek and desire. The slave is different from most. We feel, yet we surrender to those around us, constantly we are learning, constantly we struggle. For some the idea of slavery is easy, it's just who they are, there are those who the journey is not easy and they struggle daily. This is a story of one such battle and why things go the way they do. The girl woke cold, shivering and wet from a recent rain, dark eyes open slowly blinking back the brightness of the sun trying to get her baring. She looks around at the dirty alley she lays in wondering where the heck she is, she looks down gasping seeing her clothes all of her belongings gone... simply gone. Looking about the alley she finds a scrap of dirty material wrinkling her nose at it but thinking anything is better then being naked. Wrapping it about her curvaceous body scared she begins to move from the alley, shouts around the streets drawing her further out, long chocolate locks drift down the girls’ body.

Timidly she steps out into the streets then hears the shouts of men, looking over her shoulder she sees several very large men running after her. Picking up the hem of the cloth she begins to run and run fast turning through the various alleys her heart pounding in fear. Seeing a doorway ahead with three moons etched in the doors surface she runs inside collapsing against the door.

The darkness surrounds her, she tilts her head looking inward, and only hears the voice of a man and woman but notes she's clearly entered to her what seems to be a bar. Later she is to be informed she has entered Tavern of the Moons. The bright blue eyes of a Lady shine brightly from beneath a veil. She motions the girl forward but the girl still locked in her fear does not move. She stands motionless against the door. A shadow moves from the darkness to her standing before her His fingers grip her chin forcing her face upwards and speaks to where she can understand "Enter the Moons girl, you are safe here no one will dare hurt you within these walls. Come.. " Tugging on her hair He pulls her after Him pushing her to her knees at the Lady's feet then sits on the dais beside her.

The woman looks to the Man then to the girl kneeling before them. Then she speaks in a language the girl shakes her head not understanding. The man sighs deeply and begins to translate for her in English "Do you know here you are girl" The girl shakes her head "No I do not know where I am at" The woman shakes her head listening to the transaction then whispers to the man again. He laughs then smiles. Looking to the girl he reaches out yanking the tattered fabric from her body. "You girl are on Gor. A place like no other. You will from now on call me Master and this Woman is Mistress. You no longer have a choice. You will not use the words I, me or my but instead you will say "this girl wishes" or the like. Do you understand?" The girls’ eyes widen in fear hearing His words her blood pounding through her veins. Thinking this place better then where she was in the streets she answers quietly "Yes Master this one understands." He smiles pleased with her submission.

For years the girl spent with the Mistress, learning loving Her. Following her from wherever she went. They traveled many places together and many moons together until one day the Lady took an FC, having long ago lost contact with the first Master she followed the Mistress dutifully though. Loving her deeply. The Inn they settled in was different, it wasn't as warm as the Moons but as wonderful in ways. The girl grew here, felt cherished by her Mistress and the knowledge that a girl was with her the longest having watched many others go and come before her. Then one day a girl came in. At first she was a darling, but then she turned to venom. The girl of the home learned to despise the other girl, hating her and feeling jealous to everything that was said and done. The girl went to her Mistress and Master telling them of her frustrations and fear at the feelings she was having. The jealousy scared her she hated it. The Mistress knowing her girl well having released her many times before but always welcoming her back with open arms, knowing the girl needed a firm Masters hand but never finding it in the choices they made together.

Lovingly the Mistress looks to Her girl her hand digging for the key of the girls collar. Tears wash down the girls face feeling that she once again disappointed her Mistress but knowing, they both know that the girl leaving the Inn would be better off. No Inn needing a slave that is so jealous that they cannot perform. The key snaps in the collar, hard steel falling from her neck. The tears fall down the girls cheeks now wetting her face and the Mistress hands as She reaches forward taking Her girls face into Her hands whispering to her "Fly girl.. let go find yourself and be free. Someday, someone, somewhere will win your heart and your pain will go away. Do not let it burrow inside or you will be miserable forever,NOW GO and don't come back".

The girl hugs Her then rises fleeing from her home, the Mistress that she has always known. The girl traveled Gor for years. Never finding a Master, or if she did she lasted a short time with them. Then one day she came to a Shop meeting another Mistress, falling in love the girl begged Her Shops collar and spent eight months beneath her collar and learning. In the Shop she met a Master, He captured her heart, her soul. He collared her taking her to His, but being a Master that was never online the girl grew restless. Fed up the Master freed her totally. Told her to try something different. He loved her and she loved Him, but they both knew that something had to change. A Woman emerged from the mysts. Draped in blue leathers the Woman slowly made her way through the Land of Gor. Fear ripping her body having always known this world as a slave.

Leaving her comforts and her homes she traveled to a land further away from any she'd ever been before. Finding Sanctuary in a Palace the Woman began to feel comfortable in Her new role, but yet something was missing. When those asked who she was or where she came from, she never denied that she was a slave before, always open to who and what she was. Some may have mocked her but most were kind. A Freeman came along challenging the Woman. She truly was at loss but she took His collar knowing it was wrong the minute it closed upon her throat. But nothing to do she wore it proudly for less then a week. He released her, then freed her but her slave soul was now trapped in that of a Free Woman. Restless she wandered. Hearing of a dance contest the Free Woman frowned missing the Dance of a kajira. Stepping into the Inn she looked about and met the eyes of another Free Woman, asking to speak they spent quite a time talking she decided to shed the pretense.

Tired of being what she was not she danced the dance of submission. Feeling the freedom from within as she bares her soul totally to many she did not know but knowing that she had made the right decision. A slave emerged, wrapped in the warmth of her new Home. Well supported by many which still shocks the girl. The slave at home, her heart full and whole once more....

If you continue to read, the dance that was danced is called Ldy_Rains Fall, danced in #Green_Cliffs_Inn on mirc bondage.com
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