This membership post of Lansharra's was when she came back to the Lair.
laurana was who my Mistress turned me into, the first time Kimba was collared. I was still the same character, but Lansharra gave me a makeover (new avi model), and a new name.
It was kinda strange, yesterday, because, to be a perfect slave, I had typed everything in Word and pasted it to the room. So I now have this huge file of all those posts. It really was strange to look at 1/2 the training and furring sessions; just my responses from 8 years ago.
I had it bad. My slave fires were LIT! I had been all girded up to defend against getting collared by a man, and Lansharra came out of left field and took me totally by surprise.
She later told me that she had intended to collar me the whole time, before she ever came in the Lair. She came in as FW Metalworker, roleplayed her way in, solved the trapped PD in a clever way, and spent weeks learning to be a Panther before she made a move on me. It ended sooooo horribly. We went to visit Tuchuk, and had been there about a week. One night I come in, and Rags tells me, "Lansharra's husband came in the Room earlier as a messenger. She has been in a terrible car accident, and will be in the hospital for months, and need all kind of rehab. She wants you to remain here, until she gets better."
And me and Rags had the biggest argument we ever had. Because I didn't believe it. I knew too many kajira who had been abandoned in this way. I went from being deeply enslaved to feeling anger and betrayal and not a trace of slave in me. Rags said I had to stay in MTC because I was collared, and that was what I was told to do. I argued with him for a few minutes, and went back to being Kimba, and me and Rags did not talk for a real long time.
Then about a year later, Lansharra came back to the Lair. Told me all about how dreaming of me was all that got her through the rehab and shit. I did not believe her, but felt I owed her the benefit of the doubt, and submitted again. But my heart wasn't in it, and another lover came back and wanted me collared to her, and I wanted it too.
I'll never know if there really was an accident. I could very well have been immeasureably cruel to a woman I loved deeply. If there was an accident, I was horrible to her. If no accident, then Karma might have set things even with her for what she did to me.
C'est la vie, c'est la Gor.
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