>I am called adira and I am owned by Mistress Charisma. I made this page to tell a little about myself and to keep track of my tasks and chores. Thank Y/you A/all for taking the time to take a peek.
"You are a secret dream, which I scarcely dared dream, come true to me, Master," I said."And you to me, Slave," said he."Will you truly be hard with me, Master?" I asked."Yes," he said.
"Will you truly, though you care for me, keep me as full slave?""Yes, Slave," he said.
"Subject even to discipline, if I displease you?" I asked."Subject to discipline, at my pleasure, whether you displease me or not," he said.
"My bondage then will be absolute," I said.
"Of course, Slave," he said.I reached out timidly, to touch him. I kissed him, tenderly, on the shoulder."I love you, Master," I said.
"Be silent, Slave," he said, irritably.
"Yes, Master," I said.He then touched me with sweetness, and tenderness, and I held him closely, but did not speak, lost in his touch, for I, a slave, had been forbidden to speak. He made gentle love to me then, which, I knew, might become abrupt or brutal as he chose. There were a thousand ways to have a slave girl and I did not doubt but what Clitus Vitellius was master of them all. How joyful I was. He was dominant over me. I was subject to him. I was his, completely without qualification. It is impossible for me to express my feelings. Perhaps this is why he had warned me to silence, that I might not try to speak, but would be content to feel what could not, in any language, be spoken. So I did not then try to speak, but, rather, contented myself with turning to the tasks of love.DAW, Slave Girl of Gor, 1977