Introduction ... In The Night
Curled at the foot of his couch, she fell
asleep surprisingly quickly. She found it soothing to listen to the rhythmic
sound of his breathing as it slowed and became deep and regular. The chain,
warmed now by her body, lay heavy against her. Before drifting off, she had
explored the links with her fingers upward to the thin pounded collar. She has
worn a collar for nearly as long as she has been on Gor and yet she found this
collar disconcerting in a way she did not understand. She has never been
chained.
She woke sometime in the night from a restless dream, sitting up abruptly and
biting back a cry. Disoriented at first, she looked around, a tightening in her
throat and belly of panic. A light slap of the chain brings her to full
awareness. In the dim light, she sees the outline of him on the couch. She
lowers again to the mat, her breathing quieting. The dream ... she cannot
remember the details, only that it seemed to involve running ... and mirrors.
Like the mirrored rooms in earthen funhouses where you try to escape and yet at
every turn are faced with yourself.
The tight sensation in her throat is gone, but the tightness in her belly is not
and actually seems more intense. Or she is just more aware in the darkness of
body sensations ... or the lack of mind and body numbing smoke. She shifts,
laying flat, face down ... stomach and breasts pressed tightly to the mat, arms
first stretched at her sides ... then bent to rest her cheek on her hands. The
chain intrudes and she rolls to her side, facing away from the couch, tugging
suddenly at the collar, her fingers slipping beneath the metal.
She flops to her back, staring up at the ceiling. Wide awake ... her thoughts
racing. She was brought to Gor and collared. "Yes, i am slave" she said it
easily. She even spoke in third person until she had been left alone for so long
and reverted to her old manner of speech. She always made "the best of things"
and suddenly in the darkness of his room she realized she had really looked on
her time here as just another adventure. A trip ... a vacation. She refused to
admit the jealousy she felt that other girls were thought to be more desirable
than she. What did it matter to her ... she was joy ... she was not like the
others.
And now she lays here nude and chained. He said she never looked more beautiful,
spoken quietly .. plainly. She felt her body react to the words almost
immediately. She didn't move, fighting the urge to arch her back deeper ...
suppressing an urge to look even more beautiful.
Rolling to her side again, she draws her knees upward. She begins to sob...
silently. She stifles a soft, anguished cry with her hand ... not completely
understanding what is tearing at her and yet, in a deeper way that goes beyond
her rational thought, she begins to acknowledge the nature within her and what
she is. She jerks hard on the chain, tears staining her cheeks ... then in
exhaustion, lifts a hand up to the couch and places her fingertips delicately
against his foot, gently to not wake him. She falls again into restless sleep.