Discovery“Kajira – la kajira” The words run through my head, What do they mean – that I’m a SLAVE? I should’ve stayed in bed! “You will learn to be pleasing,” Wow, who the heck is HE – Striding through the wagons, “You will respect the Free.” His voice is mesmerising, His bearing and his stance, I’ll teach him I deserve respect, Given half a chance! Next I meet a trainer, “Drink this now, yes, you will,” Screwed up face and gagging, That slavewine made me ill! She demonstrated positions, And made me try to copy, I still prefer to ‘tower’, My ‘nadu’ looks so sloppy! She made me ‘serve’ a Mistress, Made me strip naked! Bare! I tried to cover myself up, Unbraiding my long hair! Surely they are joking? Pointing to furs and cages. I can’t sleep in there, not ever, I’ll toss and turn for ages! I demand a nice soft pillow, Silk sheets and my pyjamas, And for my breakfast please, Fresh pancakes and bananas. Why are they all just laughing? What do they find so funny? This is a dream; I’ll wake up – To buttered toast and honey! A sigh of relief and pleasure, Escapes my ruby lips. My fingers trace the brand, On my bronzed and silken hips. That dream will always haunt me, Of how I used to be, By begging this fine collar, I became truly free. Looking where I’m lying, To my Masters sleeping form, Serving him my greatest joy, To please and keep him warm. So yes, I’m a kajira, I’m proud to serve my home, I dance and show my passion, I’ve no desire to roam. He it is who owns me. Possesses my body, mind and soul, Found what it was I’d hidden, That made me truly whole. I do not yearn for past times, I live because he so chooses, He brings out the inner beauty, A true kajira never loses! |