For Amelia Davies it was the breaking point. As it returned to its London f
For Amelia Davies it was the breaking point. As it returned to its London flat and stripped itself of garments it knew it shouldn’t be allowed to wear, it fondled the steel slave collar that it had bought for itself at a BDSM shop. Now the time had come for it to work up the nerve to have it engraved the way it wanted. It had to prepare itself for the jaw drop of an engraver when it told Him that it wanted it engraved with this message: I AM THE PROPERTY OF MEN. PLEASE USE ME. Amelia had been a ravenous researcher in print and online of all the beautiful missing girls from around the world. It had no doubt the rumors of a planet in which girls lived as slaves was true. It locked the collar on its neck, cursing the fact it still possessed the key to its lock, and assumed the ritual position it had started weeks ago. The position it assumed was the obeisance position; the natural position for a girl when first in the presence of a Man. Once in the position, facing the door of its flat, Amelia began to recite for five minutes, “Please Master, I am here. Where are You?” Just as its recitation was due to end, it heard its door open. It was positive it had locked it. It looked up to see a Man wearing sunglasses despite it being night holding what appeared to be a gas mask. “Ms. Davies, will this be necessary?” the Man asked, holding the mask out to Amelia. Its heart racing, a lump in its throat, Amelia, with feminine instinct, went into a perfect nadu before its superior. “No, Master!” the soon-to-be kajira exclaimed breathlessly. -- source link