Witness of Gor coc-26
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He shook his head.
It would remain here then. Perhaps it might be recognized, if only by the captors.
I touched his own cloak. I felt it lovingly. How warm it would be. I looked up at him. I would love to have it wrapped about me, I naked within it. It would be almost as though I were within his bonds.
I lifted the cloak a little. I did not dare, of course, to put it about me. We a slave is naked before her master, she does not simply cover her body. She must receive permission to cover herself from the master, even if it is by so little as a word or a glance.
I looked up at him.
“You are well trained,” he said.
“I had excellent trainers,” I said.
“Stand,” he said. I stood instantly.
He indicated that I should turn about, and I did so. Slave bracelets were snapped about my wrists. He then turned me about, again, so, that I faced him, my wrists pinioned behind me.
He surveyed me, his slave.
“You are incredibly beautiful,” he said.
“I am pleased if master is pleased,” I said.
“We shall ascend the stairs,” he said. “We shall go forth to the world together.”
He then kissed me, and then put his cloak over me, over my head, blanketlike. The cloak, as he had thrown it over me, would come high on my thighs. It would be as though I might be a new purchase, naked from a sales barn, being fetched back to a domicile, the master’s cloak, for want of something better, cast over me.
I stood there.
I then felt the cloak being gathered about my throat, and, in a moment, I felt a collar being put about my neck, over the cloak. The collar was snapped shut. This fixed the cloak in position. It served then as, in effect, a slave hood. I then felt a leash clip snapped about what must be a collar ring.
“You are now hooded, and braceleted and leashed, my beauty,” he said.
“Yes, Master,” I said, happily.
“As is suitably for you, a slave,” he said.
“Yes, Master,” I said, happily.
“There is no escape for you.”
“Nor do I wish one,” I said.
“It is night outside now,” he said.
“Yes, Master,” I said.
“We shall go forth together,” he said.
He then lifted me in his arms and carried me up the stairs. He stopped at the top of the landing and set me down, steadying me with one arm while he raised the trap. He then carried me upward again, through it, and closed it behind him. In a few moments, after ascending another flight of stairs, and moving though a large room, we were outdoors, on the street.
“It begins,” he said. “Are you ready, my love?”
“Yes, my love, my master,” I said.
I then, hooded with the cloak, braceleted, leashed, followed him though the streets.
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