collaredlesbos: It was my first shower after the grueling, crated trip across the Pacific from Korea
collaredlesbos: It was my first shower after the grueling, crated trip across the Pacific from Korea. They left me in the crate overnight, in my new Goddesses expansive garage. When they pried it open and led me to my basement cell for the night, the guards briefly winched at the smell, but quickly clamped a leash to my collar and dragged me along. I had been taught enough English in preparation to be able to read the labels on some of the other crates; many already opened and stacked for disposal, some still carrying slaves to be processed. “ Bogotá” “Paris” “Moscow” “Istanbul” I was joining an international group of women, sold and devoted to an American Goddess none of us have yet to meet. In the morning as I dried off and looked out at her expansive gardens, already being tended to lovingly by my slave sisters in the field, I knew I would find happiness here. -- source link