The adventures of a Kajira

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The adventures of a Kajira

 

Part One

 

S was an ordinary girl who felt the pressures of every day life. She felt the need to constantly try to fit into an ever changing landscape of societal 'normality'.  The pressures of 9 to 5 and striking a fair balance of work and play, the pressures of social media, and the artificial need to strive for more.  S was conventionally beautiful, and always attracted attention wherever she went.  She had learnt how to manipulate this to her advantage and take from situations what she needed.  As S progressed through every day life this came with its own set of pressures and challenges.  S was bored and disenchanted with life. 

 

At no point did S ever consider stepping outside these boundaries of normality we all call reality.  S would lurch into everyday and every relationship with a sadness,  a craving for something she didn’t understand.  All she knew was it would grow stronger inside her every day.  This took its toll on S as over the years nothing and nobody could quite live up to her expectations.  Expectations that even S didn’t understand.

 

One evening, while bored wasting her time watching mindless nonsense on a well known streaming platform, S took it upon herself to place one toe outside those boundaries of her normal safety net.  S registered herself on a well known BDSM website.  S had no idea what she had just artificially stepped into.  She quite literally had ripped a hole in the very fabric of her existence.  Like Alice in Wonderland, she tripped and fell into the proverbial rabbit hole.  S began reading about this lifestyle and all of the wonderful branches of activity that form the most magical tree in existence.

 

After spending a few days in a different dimension of reality, S felt a huge weight had been lifted.  This felt like home, like the very shackles of her soul had been disengaged.  She felt a freedom, suddenly she understood, her true calling had found her.  S had discovered lifestyle slavery.  S knew immediately what she wanted, what she needed, what her very soul had desired for years that she never understood.  S was captivated by the very idea of full time slavery. 

 

S finally understood she could let her go of the tight grip she fought so hard to maintain everyday.  To give herself to somebody she saw as superior in every way.  To be mentally, sexually, and physically free.  It was like she was now bathing in the pool of eternal life.  She had found the answer to why.  She understood there would be hurdles and challenges to overcome, but she was now so reinvigorated it became an obsession.

 

S found as much literature as possible on this topic and began to indulge.  Her soul gorged on the content like a pride of lions with a fresh kill.  What was it about ownership, servitude, control, ***d nudity, free use, even being GPS tagged, that excited her so much. 

[Ja****]

Awesome start.. I’ll be looking forward how your story develops. I like your style of writing!

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Part Two - The Call

 

Several weeks had passed and S was so captivated by this whole new universe that she could no longer wait.  S had lived alone for several years; the last few weeks allowed her to experiment and replicate her basic version of a slave lifestyle.  She bought herself a collar, practiced bondage, wore no panties to work each day, removed all clothing each time she got home.  S had begun to touch herself so much that risk inevitably followed.  She often found her mind wandering while at work, and without realising, she would touch herself at her desk hoping nobody else noticed.  She didn’t really care; however, the wheels of motion had already begun.  What came next was inevitable.

 

A profile on a well-known BDSM website had previously caught S’ attention.  At the time S felt scared to approach such a person.  She was no way ready to take that leap.  What would people think of her!  Now though, things were different.  She no longer had any apprehension just a nervous excitement about what might be.  S removed her clothing almost automatically.  She had subconsciously programmed herself without knowing.   She placed herself into the ‘collar me’ slave training position and took a photo.  She then spent some time crafting a message that would catch the individual’s attention.  She didn’t need to do this; her physical traits and intelligence would have sufficed.  She included the photo and then her heart pounded inside her chest when she pressed the send button.

 

S waited in nervous anticipation. A day had passed and nothing, S began to question herself, her morality, her self-worth.  She scoured her inbox every hour, through the hundreds of useless messages she received daily.  Nothing….  S was confused, angry even.  Without realising, she had exhausted herself thinking, and placing herself in all the different scenarios in her head. 

 

S fell asleep and upon waking several hours later she immediately checked her inbox.  There it was…. The response.  Simple yet effective…. a scheduled link to a video call for Friday at 1pm.  A rush of emotions immediately overwhelmed her.  ‘What does this mean?’, ‘What is going to be asked?’, S’ apprehensions began to surface, ‘I can’t do this’, ‘who am I’ she thought.  S didn’t realise at the time, but these were perfectly normal responses and apprehensions.  She began to gather herself and process the situation.  She had 3 days.

 

S went back and forth almost arguing with her conscience then, in what felt seconds, it was Friday morning.  S was no closer to any kind plan or decision, she was ***terbrain.  Anticipation, excitement, nervousness, apprehension, these were just some of the many emotions that encircled S as she thought about the call.  ‘F it’ S thought; I wanted this, I’m doing this, this is who I am now.  

 

S was determined to make an impression, she did her makeup, let her blonde hair naturally flow down, tightened her collar, removed every item of her clothing, even put her best perfume on, despite it being a video call.  S was soaked! Then she just clicked the link to join the call and put herself into the ‘nadu’ position, hoping the individual on the other side of their call would appreciate this.  Then he appeared, it was a dark room with a single vintage lounge chair which was empty.  Then he walked and sat down confidently on the chair.  His elbow resting on his knee, his hand supporting his chin.  He was dressed in an all-black suit, and a black shirt with two buttons open at the top.  He wore a black masquerade mask, but S could immediately tell she was attracted to him.  His 5 o’clock shadow, his chiselled chin, his dark hair, she was captivated.

 

Then he spoke in a deep voice “stand up and face the camera”.