I was going through folders, cleaning stuff out and ran across this. I made it back in 2005 when I was experimenting with the Gorean lifestyle.
The exchange between Master and slave is pretty much a common exchange during collarings. The lyrics are from Seraphim Shock’s Some Sick Dream.
Yeah, odd that I’d have “him” whispering those words to her, because they are so not typically Gorean. But hey, what can I say? I tend to veer towards the romanticism in BDSM. If it’s not present, he’s lost me. My mind will be a million miles away.
So yeah, I didn’t last long in Gor. Hell, it’s a wonder I made it out without becoming sleen chow. 
