I became interested in slavery, and began my training as a slave collared to a Gorean man in June of 2000. This was not what I know now as ownership... I was still not anywhere NEAR ready for being fully owned. I spent several hours a week at his home serving and learning how to behave as a slavegirl. I had rules that were in place 24/7, but still maintained my own residence and had much freedom. There was a contract with a set time frame and a list of my 'limits'. I thought of it as ownership then. It was not, but it was enough for me to get a glimpse of how he and his 1st girl lived all the time, as Goreans.
At the time, I wanted to incorporate "temporary slavery" into my BDSM activities but I could not imagine consenting to having my life so controlled all the time like his girl's was.
Looking back at it, it was more akin to the "contracted slavery" sometimes entered into by free women as mentioned in the books and, as also was often the case with those fictional women, once I had tasted slavery, I was unable to go back to my free status without feeling that something was missing.

I continued to learn more about Gorean slavery, began re-reading the books, with an eye toward the slavery end of things, and found myself with desires that were very frightening for me at the time... Desires to be utterly owned. I pushed these aside and kept being the "part-time slavegirl" from time to time, yet retaining my freedom for the next couple of years.

Then, sometime during the early summer of 2002, I met a man who would change all that. We were introduced by a mutual friend who knew we were both "into Gor" (her words). As we talked, I found myself kneeling at his feet as if it were the most natural thing in the world. I didn't really think much of it right then, and we developed a friendship that, over time, developed into more. We began living together as Free Companions in September of 2002. He never tried to push me into anything, but the more I saw that he would not try to "Master" me by force, like so many others had, the more I yearned to submit to him. After much discussion on the matter, him making certain that this was really what I wanted and that he felt ready for the responsibility, he officially collared me on July 19th, 2003.
I was owned until March 1st, 2010.. Nearly seven years!

I was never, of course, by any means the perfect "TGK" ("True Gorean Kajira"). I always had much to learn and a long way to go, but I tried to be as pleasing to my master and the other free Goreans I interacted with as I could and was always looking to improve myself.

My master had me branded on Tuesday, August 15th, 2006 with a "kef" that he had me design. For details about the entire process, with photos (including at each stage of healing) Click Here.

I do realize that there are those who will never see me as a free woman because I was once a slave.. I have already encountered a so-called "master" who ordered me to tell the girls who were addressing me properly that I was "no mistress" and, when I politely told him that I would not, as I was a free woman, he chastized those poor girls for "answering to a slave" and proclaimed my claims as "a girl's bullshit".

That is fine. I know who and what I am, and will not try to hide my past. I will celebrate, fully, the woman I am with no apologies and with pride. My time in the collar has helped me to learn what it is to be a woman and, indeed, has prepared me for being a BETTER free woman than I was before the collar.

I now know myself as a woman, and am happy to be so. No, I am not weak, by any stretch of the imagination, and there are few people, male or female, who can physically overpower me, but I no longer feel the need to constantly PROVE that. I enjoy letting men be men and not challenging them constantly, like I once did. I enjoy being treated as a lady, being protected, cared for, and nurtured, having bags, boxes, doors and chairs held or carried for me.
Of course, I can do all those things for myself, and do not NEED a man to do them for me, however, I no longer see it as an insult or a condescending act, but rather, a tribute to my womanhood. And my gracious acceptance of such things is a tribute to their manhood. We are not the same, and that is beautiful!

Sure, sometimes I have more of my "male energy" going on, and in those times, I am more masculine than feminine, but I have learned that I don't have to hide any part of myself. And that does not negate the fact that I am a woman.
I never would have come this far, if not for my years as a slave.

I hope that my path and my experiences can help others who may be on a similar path.. Perhaps my words can light the way, or even warn someone off that particular path. It doesn't matter to me, so long as my story is beneficial to someone!