it's just another day, fiver getting up and making her morning
latte. then with bagel in hand, sign's onto AOL and opens her e-mail. she was
going to finish righting to a Dom on the Galleria List. but her head was
foggy and the words hadn't come to her yet this morning. while she was
starting to focus on the hoard of new e-mail's, fiver thought to log onto her
"yahoo instant messenger". this hopping to see a particular slave friend of
hers online (we'll call Him "Adam"). and too, there is that Female
Dominant/Sadist that fiver was ordered to present herself to, this by Adam's
Master through Adam when fiver and Him were last talking online. and although
She would not give Her Name to fiver, She and fiver had exchanged several
e-mails after which fiver and this unnamed Dominant had talked privately
online three or four times. This Dominant was a funny sort, this as She was
definitely part of The Master's little community of "Sadist's" and "slaves"
that fiver had come to know over the past nine or so months. well, not really
know, so much as listen in on and while having her bunny-esque, but sociably
Gorean antics surprisingly tolerated by Them.
you see, fiver had stumbled onto The Master's, that is Adam's
Master's (The Master doesn't permit fiver to speak His Name) "e-mail group"
somehow while recovering from being booted off an e-mail list for "child
abuse survivors", this after she admitted to being "Owned property". although
fiver never quite understood witch part The Survivors took offense at, the
most. being a slave, or being a bunny that speaks in the third person. well,
no matter, You get the idea.

so where was fiver, Oh yes, after opening the "yahoo instant
messenger" she finds, much to her dismay, that neither The Female Dominant,
or Adam is online. Big bummer........ so fiver's attention drifts back to her
e-mail. and as the caffeine starts to work and a lazy Sunday morning's
mundane mail starts getting "deleted", or read and then deleted, fiver
happens upon the very familiar and welcome but seldom seen e-mail address of
"The Master Himself", Adam's Owner. and the hear to for silent, but quickly
awakening inner children start to shout and jump up and down. as one might
guess, it is they, the child personalities of fiver, that are quite enamored
with both Adam and His Master. and it is way too late to stop them from
ravaging The Master's e-mail, this only to find four words within, "be
prepared at 8:00 pm". it wasn't signed, and there was no explanation,
nothing.
how long was that from now? be prepared for what? how was she
to know what to do? what to wear? or even whether she should wait online, at
the phone, or at the door........ now the fear sat in, OMG, did The Master
know where she lived. she had never hid the truth from Him or Adam. B/both
there questions seemed innocent enough. Hell, fiver never even thought
anything of using her real name with T/them, or anyone else for that matter.
Had The Master traced her? stupid bunny, she thought to herself as the
minutes ticked by. she had always innocently teased and flirted with These
Men, this Sadist and His friends on the e-mail "list". and then there was
Adam, who she liked very much. OMG, did They want her? she had heard of
"slave abductions", and she knew that The Master took His property very
seriously. and Adam had told fiver of some of the things that His Master had
done to Him over the years.
fiver's head was spinning, her heart, it wasn't just pounding,
it was Banging! she could feel it in her head and see it in the veins on the
back of her hands. in fact, as she was looking at her hands, they were
shaking uncontrollably she became aware of her legs as well, and they were
turning to jello. the room growing dark as she tried to stand and do what,
she didn't know. run maybe. but it had been to late.............

7:45 pm, and there she sat, at the computer, her back to
front door. fiver had thought to herself after she had come too. she having
fainted while reading the morning's e-mail. she was much much calmer now. it
was logical, really simple when she relaxed enough to think about it. the
message could only mean one thing. and that was that she was to meet The
Master online. not on the phone, as she had never given her phone number out
to anyone. not in person, because although she wasn't sure where The Master
lived. she was very sure it wasn't anywhere near her.
but she did take the time to wear something special. this
because, while talking to one of The Master's close Friend's one time, one of
His Fellow Sadist's. she was asked what she was wearing, and she knew that
she must be honest or He would know the difference. it would show in her
words. fiver was a very poor liar, and she knew it. she would have liked to
have been wearing a sexy nighty, or just a thong and a satiny robe, but alas,
she wasn't. she had been holding her teddy bear "Camille" and wearing an old
but comfy joging outfit. she had been quite embarrassed to admit that to The
Master's Friend when He had asked, but she must be honest, or the
relationship would not be real. any dumb bunny knew that.
well, so there she sat. in a long and gracefully flowing
Victorian dress she had bought at "Hot Topic's", her favorite Alternative
Goth shop. the dress was black and bright red velvet, gathered just below the
bust and down the tummy to her navel. there where the flare of her hips took
over. the sleeves were layered black lace, uneven in there cut and
overlapping her hands. this leaving fiver somewhat awkwardly handless unless
helped by The Dom in Whose company she would travel if she were to wear the
dress out, or as a cover-up to the local dungeon. fiver's only compromise in
her attire was to the children that ran rampant through her mind and often
took over her system as well. she would wear for them, there cotton
winni-the-pooh panties underneath it all. if The Master asked about that
part, she may have to fib.......
she too, had a hand made cape of soft corduroy rendered in
rich dark greens, satin lined with an oversized hood tipped with a tassel.
the cape was ankle length, and left the wearer arm-less in it's embrace
although quite warm even if naked or nearly so beneath. this as if bound and
packaged for delivery. needless to say, she wore the cape only on special
occasions. but as fiver would not be going out this night, the cape was only
close in her thoughts and not at hand.......
in the minutes as she waited there, both in her mind and
online. fiver's thoughts, falling as they were, this on The Master and what
ever He should ask of her. she suddenly realized she was again becoming
anxious at the idea of being ordered, well....... not so much ordered as
beckoned to keep an appointment with the most intriguing Sadist/Master fiver
had ever found online or in real life. He was at once awesome and very much
in control. a commanding and trust engendering presence to say the least. a
Man without the slightest hint of undeserved self-importance, or narcissism.
and fiver had the experience, vesa-be the military, to know the difference.
but now fiver was becoming more then just anxious, her runaway
thoughts were scaring her. she must calm down, lest "the children" take over
her system at The Master's first words to her. but what to concentrate on
beside Him, Hummm......... Adam! That's It! she would think about The
Master's slave, Adam. yes, fiver liked Him. and too, she thought that He
liked her as well, this by how He worded His e-mail and spoke to her online.
He and fiver had shared thoughts about being "owned" and what it had been
like to both of them, even as different as there perspective Owners had been.
fiver had even admitted that she thought she was falling in love with Adam's
Master. Adam saying that He knew how she felt, feeling the same Himself.
then too, fiver had read all of The Master's writing's
concerning His feelings, expectation's and many different forms of torture
that He subjected Adam to. OMG, the thought of enduring even a small part of
what fiver had read about. but then she understood that each session, each
experience, in turn built upon the one before. she could see in her mind,
Adam being whipped while standing on a mat of tacks, His only relief being to
grasp an overhead bar to lift some of His weight. but this too, having tacks
set into it as well. fiver wanted in the worst way to be able to please an
Owner, this whether it be with her tears of pain or tears of pleasure. and
Adam's Master was the most demanding Sadist she had ever met. could she
measure up? certainly not at first, but she could do her best. and then trust
in The Master that He would know she was giving Him her all. and that with
each session she would be able to with stand more and more. this until one
day, fiver too, would be as worthy of The Master's pleasure as Adam was now.
her mind turned back to the mat and the bar, and she could
see her self stepping onto the one and being told to reach for the other,
blood trickling down her arms. she could feel the wipes caress on her back,
thighs and bottom. she could even feel the floating feeling that would
overwhelm her and carry her through and above the pain she was so afraid of,
this fear striking her at the beginning of any whipping she had ever been
given. she could even see Adam standing beside The Master, naked and
beautiful, He too enjoying fiver's sobbing tears and impassioned pleas when
ever the pain broke through to subspace. maybe laughing along with Master at
how little it takes to put fiver over the edge, and surpass the limits she
knows she can never have with a Man such as Adam's Master.
fiver found herself shaking again, good thing she had been
sitting down this time!

so Ok, what time was it now? 8:03 pm. she looked at the
computer, but there were no instant messages. so she opened her e-mail and
scanned it for The Master's address hopping to find something, anything. but
alas, nothing. her breath was coming shallow and quick now, her eyes moving
quickly from one thing on the screen to the next. she had to stop and calm
herself, the panic and fear were almost more then she could stand. but too,
there was that little funny feeling of freedom, that surrender to joy. it too
was driving her and lending her strength. then she was startled anew, the
children were out! and the system was in chaos........
desperately searching for "Jennifer", the system's
protector. this while she closed her e-mail. Where was
Jennifer?.............. And What Was That? her eyes trying to focus on a
small box that was half hidden by the e-mail window she had just closed. How
long had it been there? it was an "IM" from The Master, and her whole body
was shaking now!

she was frozen with her fear and the anticipation, but she
was also fighting for control of her system as well. and turning the tide of
panic while herding the inner children back a respectable distance from the
front. this so they could only watch and not wrestle control of both the body
and her system. besides, it was just the computer, she reassured herself. The
Master she feared and thrilled to, was a million miles away. or at least He
might as well be for all the real power He had over her. this being none at
all. fiver submitted to Him by choice and by Gorean discipline, and she was
no fool. the computer had an off switch, and it could be unplugged too! just
let Him get too Domly, and she'd pull out her Gorean protocol and He had
better measure up to that, or she would just run Him a few times around the
block and say "good night"! this had happened before with "wankers" she had
met online, and this would be no different. she was firmly possessed of both
her personal power and the intricate Gorean ways that had always protected
her before ........and after all, They, were only words on a computer screen.
she was grinning as she opened the window that would reveal
Her favorite Master, this to flirt and tease with words. battling with minds
where she was at least an equal, and not in the flesh where He would surly
win. one mouse click away the thrill she had waited so long for, and dreamed
so much about. she prepared her thoughts and reminded herself that although
she was currently unowned, she must maintain a "kajira's" respect for any
Dominant she talked to whether it be in real life, or online. fiver is
Gorean, it was in her heart of heart's. it was most of what she was taught,
it was all she knew.
"Click!" the words unfolded upon her screen.........

Greetings fiver
I am Adam's Owner.
and you will be meeting Him soon, would you like
that
fiver?
well then, answer the door, girl. I don't like to
be kept
waiting. Oh, and know this. you will have none
but this
one chance, and with that, one choice to make.
and it
will never come again. Adam speaks and acts for Me
in all things this night. to obey Him is to Obey
Me. you
need not fear, though I know you will. trust that
if I
have taken the trouble to find you, that I have
also
taken the time to check you out and ask of those
you
have played with, about your pain threshold,
and your fears.
do not worry either that you will disappoint Me,
I know
enough about you to know that you will please Me
well. so little bunny, go along now, Adam and I
are waiting for you just as you have waited for
your
"Master of Master's". and remember girl, the one
choice, is yours alone to make.
 

she couldn't believe what she was reading, it couldn't be true.
it just couldn't be, she was not ready. how could she be. fiver desperately
typed an answer to THe Master's astonishing words. and then she pressed the
send button, but He had gone off line. there was no one to read her plea for
time and understanding. "Ok, so stop and think fiver" she was saying to
herself as she realized the children were back out and right up front.
"Knock Knock Knock..........."
"Oh Fuck! it just can't be! not now" she was
speaking out loud, and she was sure who ever was at the door had heard her to
boot.
the next moments were all to short, this even though they
seemed to pass in slow motion. her thoughts going so fast, the voices of
children making an unintelligible din in the background of her mind. but her
feet had crossed the room and her hand had found the door knob as if in
automatic control, the door slowly swinging open.
there was a friendly good looking Man standing there, one she
recognized from the description she had gotten from Others that knew Him. He
was little more then half her physical age, though the inner children had
begun to see Him as "there Big Brother in cyber space". she wondered if He
knew this as she heard herself whisper His Name, she collapsing to her knees
in the open doorway. she was totally drained of the emotion that had only
moments before, taken her her breath away.
"Adam"

Jello fiver, I see you know Me. that is good, are you
frightened? He was smiling kindly as He said this...........
she hears the words but she does not know who
inside her has said them, "Yes Master, a girl is frightened a
little"..........
well, fiver, My Master said that you would be, He will be
pleased to know that you are. My Master also told Me that I should be gentle
but firm with you, and that I was to give you this note and leave after you
had read it. do you understand little one......?
all she could say was, "fiver understands, Master". this as
she takes the small piece of paper from Adam's hand and tries to unfold it,
her hands still shaking and weak. Adam meanwhile, had stepped back a little,
fiver welcoming this so that she could concentrate on the note. it said:
 

this, fiver, is the choice that I told you
about. after
you read this, and please take as long as you need, Adam will be patient.
but when you are done, just give the paper back to Him. He will ask you
if you understand. if you do, and you want more. simply move to your
belly at Adam's left foot and kiss it. He will then wait while you go back
inside your residence and secure it as if you going away for a while. this
is because you will be, but you will be returned in two to three weeks.
when you return, you will be unharmed, though you will bare the marks
of your training. they will not be permeant. not yet any way. there will
be
parts you like, and parts that you don't. that's training. if this is the
choice
you make, then Adam is permitted to answer three and only three
question's for you, fiver. ask Him what you will, if He does not know the
answer, that question will not count against your three.
if on the other hand, you do not want to go any
further with this. just turn around and shut the door, and Adam will leave
without a word. the choice is yours.
now I know the fear is paralyzing, but that is the
nature of your fear. the only thing that can get you past it is trust. you
may or may trust Me, fiver. but someday, somewhere, you will have
to trust someone. that is also in your nature.
so now, take a breath, stop and think. take your
time, fiver. this moment will change your life no matter which way
you go, it is just one of those things to which there is no right or
wrong answer. trust Me on that if on nothing else.
be well, girl.
 

fiver suddenly felt dizzy again, and realizing that The
Master was in fact right. she had forgotten to breath and was holding it
instead. she gasped, and while still holding the note. fiver lost what she
had eaten this evening, right there on the porch in front of Adam. she was
both sick and humiliated. luckily though, she hadn't the stomach to eat much
this evening. and too, she was already on her knees.
when fiver finely dared to look up, there was Adam, holding
out His handkerchief to her, a knowing look spreading across His face. He
then stepped around to her right as if He knew what she did not yet want to
believe of herself. fiver looked to the side up into His deep blue eyes for
what seemed like an eternity to her, she scanning His features for some sign,
some gesture, a look even, as to what choice she should make. and of course,
Adam being well trained and devoted to The Master, He would give her no clue.
fiver thought to herself, the children's voices having grown silent. for once
there is but one voice, and this when it would be a comfort to be one of
many. she knew that her eyes must be filled with the need she felt at the
thought of total submission. she wanted to be strong, and she hated herself
for the feelings that were racing through her body and her soul. why must
this, this...... this horrible hunting hunger drag her to this degrading
surrender of that which made her an individual. why must it come all at once
this way, could it not be done just as well over a few months. she sliding
into slavery as if into a new relationship, instead of giving up, mind body
and soul. she looked back down into her lap letting her hair hide her wet and
pleading eyes, the feeling of defeated humiliation consuming her from the
inside out, piece by miserable piece.
but there in that moment of deafening silence, there came a
voice. a calm almost whispering voice, Jennifer was back! not out front as
fiver might like, but there nonetheless. "this is what you were made for, you
have nothing to lose. none of us have anything to lose but our fear and our
pride". and in that moment fiver knew that her voice was there alone above
all the others, this to make the choice for every one in her system.
fiver looked up once more into Adam's eyes to see if there were
any hint of condemnation or disgust for the choice she was about to make. a
choice she knew He had made years before her. He met her eyes, but His
betrayed no negativity at all. she still kneeling, had bent to her right and
was bracing her weight on her hands. she had done this a few times before in
public dungeon's, but never with such implications as now. she thought of the
kindness that Adam had extended her, this by His stepping to the side of her
earlier mess so she would not have to soil herself in her humiliation. this
thought lingered as she dropped to her belly on the porch before Adam and
crawled to His shoe, a shoe that she now noticed had been speckled with a
small amount of her own stomach's content's. closing her eyes she kissed and
licked Adam's shoe as if it had been that of His Master's........... "her
Master's" she thought as she cleaned it and dried it with her hair. this is
where it starts, each step a new level of submission. and soon, she would be
able to refuse Him nothing, a thousand horrible things that she thought she
would never do, coming all at once to her. this as she started to cry, her
cheek now resting on Adam's shoe..........

she felt all alone in the world, she was now even less than
The Master's slave on Who's shoe she was inconsolably crying. it was then
that she felt herself being raised lightly to her feet, Adam's strong hands
grasping her upper arm's. fiver knew He was looking at her, but she could not
meet His gaze, she being totally ashamed of her abject submission and
denigration. but He, knowing her feelings as He knew His own, gently lifted
her chin and quietly said, "is there something you would like to ask Me,
littleone?"
fiver searched her mind, at first calmly, but then in panic as
she realized that all her former questions were now moot. her logic had fled
her, as did her reason. she was naked of intellect as she stood before Adam,
left open for Him, or anyone else for that matter, to see deep into her most
guarded thoughts and feelings. and in a child's voice, her head again
lowered, though her eyes shyly looking up into His, fiver spoke her greatest
fear.......
will it hurt?
to which Adam replied, "Of course littleone, it
always hurts. but you will learn to anticipate it and then even like it. just
breath evenly and steady, thinking of places and things you like. the pain
will carry you to those places and more, but then some where inside, you know
this already. don't you. you are a pain slut, fiver." Adam's hands were on
her waist now, steadying her. and she had unconsciously put her little finger
into her mouth while she wondered if she could ask what she was then thinking
about. He smiled it her reassuringly as if he knew what she was thinking of
asking. and she, impulsively smiling back, said,
why does The Master want fiver?
"He wants your uniqueness, littleone. did you not
know that you are a very unique person. you will respond to My Master in ways
that other Owners will envy Him for. He will take from you your tears, your
sobbing, your begging for mercy. He will have your fear and your pride. My
Master will even reach down into your most hidden places and take the
sexuality that you yourself could never touch."
at hearing the words that named what she instinctually felt,
fiver again became afraid. her eyes now cast downward again. she whispered to
Adam.
is it......is it... saaafe?
"do you mean, littleone, will My Master harm you
or let you be harmed?" to which fiver shook her head, "yes". "well, of course
not, look at Me. I am still alive and happy, littleone. and I would never
want to leave Him. and yes, I trust My Master with My life. there will always
be fear in your life, there always has been. but My Master will always be
with you. not to protect you from fear, but to walk you through it and take
it from you. it is in this way that He can take you to new and greater fears
each time. and each time you will get stronger. He lives for this, He is a
Sadist, littleone. you will understand as time goes on." now go and do as My
Master has bid you do, and bring a wrap in case you get cold, you will need
nothing else. hurry now......

fiver took one last long look at Adam, as He stood there on
her porch. she then remembered that she still had The Master's note in her
hand, sheepishly fiver held it out for Adam. it seemed a useless act after
what she had just done, but it to was part of her shame, her helplessness.
then turning away, she ran inside. not more then a few minutes later, fiver
stepped back out on the porch, her cape over one arm, and house keys in the
other.
Adam took the keys and closed the door, locking it behind her.
with each step that she took fiver felt her old life dying away, the note,
the keys, the door being locked. and now Adam had taken her arm and was
leading her down the familiar stars that lead to the house, but were now
leading strangely away from her life. as they reached the street, fiver saw a
black stretched cab parked just out of site of her porch behind the hedge. it
wasn't a limousine, but nether was it just a common cab. Adam walked her over
and opened the door and motioned her to get in. she stood there for a moment,
just looking at the ground at her feet. she wanted to get in, but then too,
there was something nagging at her that she didn't know how to ask before.
the door was between her and Adam, although He still grasped her arm gently.
she put both hands on the top of the car door, though she couldn't get any
grip for the length of her sleeves. Adam's hold tightened ever so slightly
and fiver wondered, could He feel the questioning in her. it wasn't that she
didn't want or need to do this, but one very important question remained, at
least for her it was so.
she glanced up through her bangs, her head lowered to hide the
sadness in in her face. she hoped someone else would come out and ask for
her, but none did. "Master.........do You want fiver to come
withYou.........Hummm.......do You want to share Your Master with
fiver........"
fiver immediately looking back down, and knowing she had no right
to ask a fourth question. that it would not be answered, and that Adam was
The Master's property. He had likely been given no choice in this, He was a
servant. she felt Him move around the door to her side as if to forcefully
push her into the car, she prepared herself to submit yet again. but He
stopped at her side, moving His large hand to the side of her left cheek,
gently but firmly turning her face to His. fiver didn't want to look up, He
was so close now and she found herself a bit frightened, but too, she was
warmed by His breath. Adam didn't say a word, He just put His other hand to
her right cheek and bent down to tenderly kiss her forehead, softly petting
the hair at the side of her face as He did so.
she would have almost collapsed right there, if it were not for the
door she was trying to hold on to. He had answered her question in the only
way He had to do so, and she understood. fiver released the door and let
herself be helped onto the cold vinyl of the back seat where she gathered her
skirts and slid across to the left side of the car. Adam then followed her
and sat facing the back of the car, and her, He motioned for the driver to
proceed.
after the car had pulled away from the curb, and at the corner of
the street fiver lived on, pulled out onto the main boulevard. Adam took out
a small nylon zippered bag, and started to take some things out of it. a
small face mask and what looked like two small pressurized cylinder's. this
was followed by two snap-hooks and then......... fiver's eyes grew wide as
she recognized what came next. they were two sets of smooth round rings, one
set just a little smaller then the other. they were "sirik rings", The
Master's "slave steel". fiver knew what she then must do, but it surprised
her non-the-less, this as Master was not of "Gor". the back of the car was
big enough that she could knelt between the seats and in Gorean ritual, she
raise her arms, wrists crossed. to Adam. and lowering her head between her
out stretched arm's, she softly whispered, "la kajira" (i am a female Gorean
slave). it brought her some comfort and a tear, this to feel her submission
in the terms of Gorean tradition and discipline. and she was grateful to
Master for this small indulgence so obviously done for her benefit.
the set of smaller rings were locked around her wrists and
connected to each other with one of the snap-hooks. and then while she
remanned in that position. Adam reached behind her and lock the larger set
around her ankles, connecting them in the same way. Adam then set back where
He had first sat down upon entering the car, and said, "Ta kajira" (you are a
female slave).
the sirik rings were cold on her skin, and just slightly heavy to
feel. but she knew this would pass as she had wore similar rings before. one
gets use to them after a wile, and they become a natural part of ones body,
warm and alive and freeing. and at the same time a symbol and practical tool
for restraint and display.
"you may now lower your arm's littleone" had said Adam, a firmness
to His voice, "and lay down on the floor of the car". He then said, " you may
note, littleone, that your bonds are not locks, but instead, simple snaps.
that is because your submission is of your free will, and not by force. this
makes you no less the slave, and the snaps, no less locks. in fact, you will
find those snaps much more binding then if they had been locks, they bind you
heart and soul, not your flesh. for now, if you release even one snap of your
own will, Master will release you, and you would have to beg Him to beat you
for this indiscretion should you want it other wise. He may oblige you and He
may not, that is Master's choice. do you understand, littleone". "yes Master"
she heard herself whisper, shaking her head affirmatively as well.
Adam lowered the two side windows just a little. He then proceeded
to take the face mask and place it over fiver's nose and mouth. she felt an
almost instant panic set in and she started to resist, trying to struggle
back to her knees and away from Adam. she could not help herself. Adam
stopped, and sat back looking at her for a moment, the mask still in His
hand. "littleone, it is only natural that you feel frightened, but you know
what this is. and it, and I will not harm you. but you must realize that it
is your fear that you struggle against. I will be here when you wake up, and
you will wake up. you have trusted Me this far, if you stop now, it will just
get harder for you. but if You continue to trust, it will be easier for you.
fiver thought to her self "what was she afraid of, she could not
get away if she wanted to. and it was her fear that she fought, not Adam. she
had always done battle with herself, and it never mattered where she was or
who she was with". she relaxed a little, and wished that she had some
"xanax", but that would be cheating. what could she learn, how could she
explore, if she were only half there. and too, how could anyone know her.
fiver laid back down where she had before, and Adam replaced the mask on her
face, and opened the valve on one of the tanks. the flow of air was fresh and
cool. then He slowly opened the valve on the other tank just a little, it
added a sweet sort of taste to the air. Adam put his hand on her thigh patted
her softly, saying, "that's a good bunny, just breath slowly and steady. I
will be right here with you......" He was smiling again and that comforted
her. fiver closed her eyes while thinking that His hand felt good to the
touch........

fiver noticed that her shoulder was hurting just a bit, so she
tried to role onto her back. but she then felt the bracelet's and anklet's
that bound her limb's together, and then remembered what had happened. she
was helplessly enslaved, and this after she had begged it of The Master's
slave, Adam. she kept her eyes closed as she contemplated her situation. she
had a sick feeling in her tummy, and anxious feeling almost. yes, she was
still dealing with the idea that Master had made her ask for this. and if
that were not enough, she was utterly humiliated both by the act of
submission and her own systems willingness to submit to another slave, not
even The Master Himself. then too, she came to the understanding that it was
not exactly her that did it, Oh yes, she was there along with dozens of
others. but now it was her turn to be "out" and deal with the reality of the
choice that the system had made with "Jennifer's" help. she replayed the
whole thing as best she could in her mind while she lay there, she not
wanting to face what she was nor the reasons that the system had for it. at
least she had been given the respect of begging the collar as "kajira".
the road they were driving on had suddenly turned rough, and she
had to steady herself from rolling around. this being what must have given
away her waking state to Adam. "littleone, you are awake, that is good. you
will be able to stretch your legs soon. would you like that". she bit her lip
to remind her who she was as she replied, "yes Master, it would be good to
get up for a while". He reached down and unsnapped the anklet's from each
other, and she instinctually starched one leg out as she pulled the other to
her chest. then she switched legs and did it again. meanwhile the car came to
a stop. she noted that the windows had been rolled up and that it was
pleasantly warm there on the floor. even Adam had taken His jacket off,
although He was now putting it back on.
it was then that Adam opened the door and a sudden rush of
chilling night air startled the last of the sleep from her body. He had
stepped out taking something from His bag along the way. "come on littleone,
the air is brisk and I need a little walk". it's not easy to get out of a car
with any grace when cuffed. but once out she was glad for her choice of
clothing. good velvet is surprisingly warm, and the long length kept the
draft to a minimum. she wanted her cape but she was not going to push her
luck, as she was just happy to be out in the fresh air with even the little
freedom permitted her by her bonds. her legs may have been free, but if one
has ever worn steel anklet's, they know that the rings can bind down on the
muscle and bone at the top and back of the foot. this rendering one a little
stiff at walking, and forget about running.
the head lights had been turned off and the only light was coming
from the interior lighting of the back seat of the car, but this was enough
to walk around a bit. and fiver felt quite "beautiful" as the Gorean's use
the word, this prancing and twirling around in the moon light as she was.
she'd started to feel quite free in of spirit about then, and it apparently
showed in her behavior as she was taking in the night air as she had never
before done in her life.
then came Adam's voice, He having stepped back to the car and now
leaning against the hood.
"You have picked Your property well, Master. she has a child's
heart and spirit".
"Yes she does, and not a bad shape for a girl that hasn't always
been so. how is her skin, Adam?"
"soft like no one her age" came the reply, but fiver had already
stopped by then, she having been shocked at the realization someone new was
there with them in the darkness. then she remembered Adam's words, one in
particular. the word, "Master!". she froze in mid thought, her eyes peering
out into the night almost afraid to see The One that she knew must be there,
somewhere.
"then let Me see, will you, Adam". at which Adam started to walk
over to and behind her. she felt something cold and flat at her neck reaching
a few inches down her back beneath the collar of her dress. and in that
moment she knew it to be a knife, this just as Adam cut the fabric from and
the dress slipped down her arm's to where they were bound. all she could
think of, strangely enough, was that her favorite dress was now worthless.
then came Adam's voice, "hold still littleone, or you may get cut again". and
with that He slit both sleeves and the dress fell in a heap on the ground.
He then wiped the flat of the blade on her tummy leaving a red
streak behind. it had been so sharp and fast that she hadn't felt the sting
until she saw the blood left by Adam on her skin. but she was feeling a very
light wetness in the cleft of her bottom. she shifted her weight to the other
foot and felt the tickle of a few drops of blood following the curve of her
bottom down around and between her legs, and pudding in the crotch of her
panties.
now the blood and the sting didn't bother her, and neither did
the dress anymore. but when she looked back up from where the remnants of
what she had been wearing, Adam had stepped back into the darkness of the
night and she could see another shape standing beside Him. fiver started to
shiver as she stood there trying to hide behind her long hair. her arm's tied
before her, she softly lighted in that coming from the open car door. so this
was it, well she though to herself, be beautiful fiver. and stand as a kajira
would.
she put her weight evenly on both feet, and took a deep breath
pushing out her breast's. this giving a swaying curve to her back, and in
doing so she felt the cut anew and winced. but she did not show it as she put
her chin up keeping her eyes lowered respectfully. and this was her mistake,
first These were not Gorean's and evidently They took her best efforts at
standing "slave display", for pride on her part. second, with her eyes
lowered she did not see Adam circling her in the dark or know that He had
done so until she heard the switch cut the night air, and felt the sharp and
unbearably stinging strike land on the back of her legs. it sucked the air
from her lungs as she fell to her knees at the pain which only made it worse
for the newly raised welts as the skin of her calves rubbed against them. she
leaned forward to ease the contact and the pain. this is when the second
strike landed on her back making her sit strait up again, and this time she
could not stifle the scream. tears coming quickly to her eyes.
"that's better" came the voice, and it wasn't Adam's. now she was
scared! she had read about how fare The Master could go. and though she was
new, she did not doubt His willingness to make her feel pain to the limit
that He thought she could take. she was trying to control the sobbing as she,
now humbled, kneeled on the ground. the cold air and her loss of control in
this frightened state had brought with them the sudden realization that she
hadn't tinkled sense she had left her house. she tensed her muscle's and
waited there in the half light of the car for what was to come next. and it
wasn't long either.
when next she thought to look up after quieting herself from the
crying, her eyes were met by SomeOne new. the Other person that had been
standing in the dark with Adam had started walking toward her. she quickly
shut her eyes tightly and put her head back down, and waited; shaking in fear.

"Fiver, I am Adam's Owner"
that was all it took, just the force of His presents
so close to her. she started tinkling and crying all at the same time, and as
hard as she tried, she couldn't stop.
"Oh fiver, now We might as well have those off as well. Adam....."
Adam bent down and slid the flat of His knife under
the waist band of her panties.
"No, not like that. don't ruin them. I would bet that they will
come in quite handy should I decide to train her to wet herself on command"
He removed the blade ever so slowly and put it in
His belt. then gently taking her upper arm, Adam helped her to her feet where
He slid her wet panties off of her hips and down her legs to the ground. she
then stepped out of them.
"So fiver, do you think the gorean discipline you are so good at
in cyber space will help you with Me"
she did not dare to look up to see if He was smiling,
she assumed that He was not. but remembering the welts that she already had,
she quickly found her voice,
"only if it pleases Master"
He gave out with a half laugh, and then said
"Get her out of the cold and into a warm cage, Adam. We'll start
her training with some humility and an appreciation for toilets"
at that The Master turned and walked away. Adam then
picked up the panties and what was left of the dress. then taking her by the
arm, walked fiver, who was now shivering and whimpering again, back over to
the car. and then reached in to fetch her cape.
"here littleone, let Me wrap you up in this. you must be cold"
and after He had buttoned the front, she looked up to
Him, tears running down her cheeks. she wanted to talk but she couldn't find
the words. He smiled that soft warm smile she was coming to know, and kist
her on the forehead holding her head in between His strong hands.
"you did just fine, Our Master was pleased. I will stay with you
tonight so you will not be alone. now shall We get you home, littleone."
all that fiver could do was to shake her head,
yes............

"she can not fight, and she can not run,
so she must kneel........"
la kajira,
fiver...