This one sees You enter...bows...forehead to floor...black hair pooling on dirty stone...holds for several heartbeats before straightening...forms unruly mop into mane down back. Most soft of voice...'greetings...this one is much honored to be noticed.'
This one is of some training of Gor...all online. This one is attracted to a world where the strong take what They please...do as They wish...and are limited only by Their honor. It is of much thrill to know that...in such a world...this one is of not strength or power and must seek protection or perish. Of Gor, a harsh collar of iron is the fate of the weak.
Perhaps one day a kajira will seek to beg a collar A burning need...a craving...to serve One of power and strength and honor...this one is of much thrilling to submit...to serve black wyne or pa-ga-na...or to kneel quietly before One...this one adores karta and nadu and she-sleen...to abase and humble before One of power...who takes as They please. It is of much wonder that this one ponders such. Face heating...biting lip...this one thinks not of herself as only for girls...for Men are of much pleasurement also.
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My Ideal Person:
A collar is not for this one...perhaps ever. Such a One would be ever of special...to see and know of perhaps the first meeting. If such were so...this one would kneel before all...of not clothes...and kiss and lick the boots...and beg to wear such a collar. The One would be of strength and honor...and this one drawn to crave Their notice...and be of much thrill when eyes meet...and fingers caress. The One would forced Themself not on this one...but would wait...and know the ever wildest fire of need and craving burned hot in this one for Them.
This one lives in a small town in Wyoming and is in a r/t relationship with a wonderful guy and isn't looking to complicate that.
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