By myria{Kk} 

Dearest Master,

     myria has learned that being a slave is a lot like being on a journey and finding yourself three days into a 6 day water supply and deciding to go forward out of trust, instead of turning back and returning to safe shores. When myria looks back on what she used to be like, and where she is now, she sometimes stops and shakes her head. myria looks over her shoulder a lot Master, since You don't give this girl mile markers, telling her where she's going to be, she has to guage her path simply by looking over her shoulder at where she's been.

     Master, how is it that You looked at this girl and saw potential, for deep inside, this one had no clue what she could become? myria may never understand that, but myria does know that she will continue to follow You, she will continue to strive to please. It's a daily struggle sometimes Master, sometimes this collar that you've placed on this ones' neck seems awful tight, and yet it's a joy to be owned by a Master that cares enough to crank the collar tighter when a lesson needs to be learned.

    The lessons that You have taught myria don't merely encompass irc, Master. They have wrought themselves upon a girl's heart. Once, myria said something to a Master, and He was greatly displeased by the tone that myria took, at the time, myria didn't understand what it was that she said, but Master, the way that You responded, taught myria deep inside that tone matters, that it's not merely words. Now, myria still slips and offers tone, but Master, myria hopes that it is less and less that it is seen, for myria doesn't ever seek to offend. myria took that irc lesson, Master, and applied it to her heart, and myria finds herself more patient with those around her, myria finds herself checking her own vocal tones, and yes, myria strives to be pleasing to others in her offline life.

    Serving others became a big lesson for myria also, Master. When Master Zeb pointed out that a girl was not very pleasing in her service to a Free Man, myria will never forget the feeling in her heart when she knew that she had disappointed You, Master. myria has learned to focus, Master, and if she's serving a Master that for some reason myria dislikes or doesn't know, myria simply closes her eyes and focuses even harder on what she does, for myria knows that as a Free Person, they deserve the best serve she can give. Master, myria has also sought to serve You in other ways, not simply online serving paga, but also in ways that can make Your online time more comfortable. myria knows that she's not the sharpest crayon in the box when it comes to irc, but myria truly loves to help out in any way that she can. For this slave, to serve Master in that capacity is to truly serve, it isn't merely word pictures, it is an actual service that myria can do for You, Master, myria cannot describe the burning in her belly when she gets a "well done, girl, you have pleased me". It truly is the most magnificent feeling a girl can have.

     The most difficult lesson that You taught this girl, and also the most lifechanging lesson, is that myria is slave, Master. Master, a girl will cut and paste a lesson here, one that she hopes her sisters can learn from without having to experience in their own lives. This log is heavily edited, myria just leaving in the information that is pertinent to this lesson, Master.

 <JaKil> you know I may offer to buy you one day myria, you seem like a well used wench.

* JaKil grins

<JaKil> Kogg you take a one copper tarn disk for her?

* Kogg ponders

* JaKil grins

<JaKil> perhaps a bargain here is possible

<Kogg> 15 tarsks and it is done

<JaKil> hmmm

<JaKil> 1 tarsk bit even

<JaKil> I want

<JaKil> her

<JaKil> hmmm

<JaKil> done!

<Kogg> done then

<JaKil> slut come here

* Kogg pushes the wenches off his lap

<myria{Kk}> yes Master

* JaKil hands Kogg the coins

* myria{Kk} crawls to Master JaKil, and kneels before Him, her thighs spread widely

<JaKil> slave, I name you ....

<JaKil> hmmm

<JaKil> let me think

<JaKil> I will call the she-sleen, myria

*******slave's note.....please notice that myria was a little upset here and didn't read that the Master actually named her myria, or, that in a private window the Master told a girl to add a collar to her nick*******

* Kogg removes the key from his pouch and tosses it to JaKil

* JaKil takes the collar off with the keys provided

* JaKil hands Kogg his collar back

*** myria{Kk} is now known as she-sleen

<Kogg> return the collar and silks at your convenience

<Kogg> serve him well she-sleen

* JaKil looks at the slave

<she-sleen> yes Master Kogg

* Kogg reaches down and yanks the two sluts back to his lap

<JaKil> feet she-sleen

<she-sleen> Yes Master JaKil

* she-sleen presses soft kisses to Master JaKil's feet

<JaKil> you look good at a mans feet she-sleen

* she-sleen wriggles seductively over the Masters' feet warming them with her body

* JaKil cuffs the she-sleen

<JaKil> you will address me as my Master

<she-sleen> Yes, my Master

<JaKil> I wish you well, Kogg

* Kogg kisses one then the other of the wenches in his lap

* Kogg stands

<Kogg> JaKil, might I kiss your wench farewell?

<JaKil> she-sleen serve the tavern, if none need service, stay at my feet

<she-sleen> Yes, my Master.

<Kogg> your wench

<she-sleen> Masters may this girl please serve this evening? * Kogg walks over, rubs the head of she-sleen, turns

and leaves the tavern

<Kogg> Be well all

<JaKil> I wish you well Kogg

*** Kogg ([email protected]) has left #silk&steel

* she-sleen looks at the floor and sits quietly at the feet of her Master.

* JaKil finds the girl acceptable for the moment

* JaKil hands the girl the empty bowl

<JaKil> paga, wench

<she-sleen> yes my Master

*** Kogg has left IRC

* JaKil pulls out his collar, and checks it for serviceability

* JaKil sees it is servicable

*******slave's note- a serve follows, myria would like to note that it wasn't the best serve she's done, but perhaps other slaves can understand why this is so. myria edited out this serve since it doesn't affect the telling of this story.*******

*** Kogg is on IRC  (a girl's heart sang when she saw this)

<she-sleen> my Master, your slut brings you paga, she hopes that you find both it and your girl pleasing and satisfying this day.

* JaKil takes the brew

* JaKil sips

* JaKil nods

*** Kogg ([email protected]) has joined #silk&steel

* she-sleen lowers her arms resting her palms on her thighs

* Kogg walks over to JaKil

<JaKil> good to see you again

* JaKil looks to Kogg

<JaKil> yes?

* she-sleen keeps her eyes lowered to her Master's furs

<Kogg> I almost forgot, her is the key to her kennel as well

* JaKil sips the brew

* JaKil nods

<JaKil> I see

<Kogg> here

<JaKil> my thanks

* JaKil takes the key to Kogg's and now his kennel

<Kogg> she does look well at a man's feet

* JaKil agrees

<JaKil> she has some worth

<Kogg> hehe, then they all do don't they

<JaKil> is she pleasing in the furs?

* Kogg turns and heads for the door

* JaKil nods

<Kogg> Be well all

* Kogg turns

<Kogg> she will yield

* JaKil nods

* she-sleen swallows and lifts her chin high, arching her back more as she kneels before her Master.

* Kogg walks back over grabs she-sleen by the hair and yanks her lips to his and crushes a Master's kiss to her

* JaKil looks on and smiles

* she-sleen opens her lips and yeilds to the Masters kiss, soft sounds escaping her throat.

<Kogg> be well little slut

<she-sleen> thank You Master Kogg

<she-sleen> this one wishes You well

* Kogg looks at JaKil

<JaKil> Kogg, perhaps you want to sit  and talk for a moment

<Kogg> you know, my Brother, she just does not look right without my collar on her throat

* JaKil shrugs, true

* JaKil smiles

<JaKil> a gift, I return her as a gift

* JaKil grins

* JaKil hands Kogg back a set of keys

* she-sleen listens quietly to the Masters' speaking

* Kogg laughs and slaps JaKil on the back

* Kogg hands JaKil back his tarsks

* JaKil looks at his friend of many years

* JaKil pockets his coins

* Kogg looks at she-sleen

<JaKil> she is now yours

<Kogg> slut, why is my collar not on your throat

<she-sleen> Master, You sold this slut to Master JaKil

<Kogg> ah, so I did

<Kogg> she-sleen, position of submission

<she-sleen> yes Master

* JaKil drinks paga

* she-sleen crawls to Master Kogg, and presses her face to the floor before Him, her ass high in the air

* Kogg laughing steps over and snaps his collar back on her throat

<Kogg> she-sleen, you are now myris

<Kogg> no, myria

*** she-sleen is now known as myria{Kk}

<Kogg> yeah, myria, I like that

<myria{Kk}> yes Master

* JaKil thinks Kogg has been much in the paga tonight

* Kogg laughs and pulls the wench to his lips

* myria{Kk} kisses her Master through a river of tears falling down her face.

<Kogg> is there a lesson here, little wench?

<myria{Kk}> yes Master

<myria{Kk}> this girl is slave, she is yours to do with as you please.

<Kogg> correct, myria, you are mine to do with as I please

  Master, myria learned other things from that lesson, that although on irc collaring can only be consentual, she also learned that for myria, this girl gave up those choices when she begged Your collar. myria also learned something else, that myria will hopefully hear often, something that Master JaKil said afterwards when discussing this with a girl.

<JaKil> you see, you did not run, you did not press the X

<myria{Kk}> no, a girl does what her Master tells her to do

<JaKil> thus the reason you are called kajira by me

  Master, it isn't easy to be slave, but it is what a girl is inside. Sometimes it's a frightening journey, Master, and sometimes it's frustrating, but always Master, it is rewarding.

*myria{Kk} bends over, and picks up her Masters bags, and slings them over her shoulder, stepping out into the desert again, sometimes myria looks over her shoulder and sees how far she's come, but then she looks ahead, and can not see where she's supposed to go next, so she looks down, at the heels of her Master, and simply follows.