Your Treasure

I am yours as surely as you are mine
I am your girl, your treasure, your friend
Our bodies entwined, yours lost in mine
Take me, my lover, my heart, my friend

There in my mind you intoxicate me
Precious each second, each moment in time
Ever present, your words overtake me
Together we journey, one step at a time

My challenge, my spirit, yours to enjoy
Even you are not blind, the truth you can see
My wit, my lust, you crave and enjoy
Unique, your match, I am special you see

~ Written by Vicki Darkfold, Nov 28, 2008~

The Storm

The storm surrounds me, ever threatening
But there you stand, like a beacon
Your warm embrace, your loving eyes
My calm within the storm, my shelter
My protective strength, my Master
I am your pet, your girl, your slave
Your leash is my salvation, my safety
My heart, mind and body are yours, truly
And my devotion is complete, selfless
I am happy when you are near, when you smile
I am yours, and you are mine, Master.

~ Written by Vicki Darkfold, Nov 26, 2008~

Who Am I?

Woman of Earth
Forever a barbarian
Captured by force
Submission by choice
I am a Slave.

Humbled to obey
Taught to serve
Rewarded for pleasing
Obedient to Mastery
I am a Kajira.

Yearning to adore
True to heart
Spirited yet tame
Prized in beauty
I am a Treasure.

Molded like clay
Intelligent and Creative
Sensual and Honest
Devoted to Him
I am called Vicki.


~ Written by Vicki Darkfold, Nov 24, 2008~

Kajira’s Passion

The flames within consume my soul
This urge so deep, in your control
The truest happiness my collar brings
My heart, my soul, my body sings

Within your embrace and each caress
Your lips on mine, together we press
Our bodies closer, willing and sure
I serve you, Master, with my allure

Beautiful, smart, with submissive grace
This one is yours, I know my place
At your feet or in your furs
Seeing your pleasure, makes me purr

Opened fully to your every gaze
Palms raised up, eager for praise
My lips upon you, desire flamed
Passions rising, my heart is tamed

Taste my heat, wet for you
Master, take me, make me do
Whatever pleases and makes me yours
Step on through to pleasure’s doors

Seek my rhythm, my sweet desire
My hands, my lips, my very fire
Your collar brings me to my knees
And there is no where else I’d rather be

~Written by Vicki Darkfold, Nov 20, 2008~

The Privilege of My Collar

Within my collar, I am truly free
My palms opened upwards on my knees
My eyes seeking for your pleasure
My skin bared before your eyes
My form and figure never hidden
My legs parted before your gaze
My heat yearning for your mastery


Within my collar, I submit to you
My fate is grasped within your hands
My every want is to your desires
My willingness to make you smile
My service aimed for your delight
My body and mind yours to love
My obedience is calm and true

Within my collar, I seek to please
My intelligence need not be hidden
My privilege is always to serve
My primary focus is your needs
My will is expressed in submission
My vibrance for life is yours to enjoy
My surrender is the greatest freedom

For I am one of the few, a true Kajira.


~ Written by Vicki Darkfold, Nov 19, 2008~

Talladega & Vicki Photo

The day I was collared to my Master...

During the collaring, a woman is reborn into who she truly is in her heart. Its more then a band of ownership around the kajira's neck, its a symbol of a love and trust that go far beyond conventional understanding. To be owned is one of the greatest joys in a kajira's life.

Thank you master for allowing me to prove myself worthy of your collar.

Dedicated To...

This blogsite is dedicated to my Master, Talladega Andretti. He owns me and I wear his collar. I am his red silk, restricted private kajira. He has my heart, my trust, my adoration, my leash, and I am his completely.

We are part of the World of Gor, within Second Life. On this site are my writings, thoughts and journeys for and with my Master. I am his treasure and I write to bring pleasure to him.

I am yours, Master. I adore you and obey.

your slave, vicki

Disclaimer: This blogsite is created and maintained with permission from my master. He as always owns everything I have and do, and as such retains all rights to modify or add/remove things on this site to his discression.

What is a Kajira and her Master?

A kajira is a Gorean slave girl. The kajira is the property of her Master to do with as He sees fit. Its the kajira's responsibility to please her Master and her only thought should be of His pleasure. A kajira has no rights, save what her Master gives her. There are no limits, as to how she is to please her Master, unless He allows it. In short, when you become kajira, you give up all rights you have been taught you have, and begin to live solely for the pleasures of your Master.

The Gorean Collar is a mark of great pleasure and honor to the kajira. It means that she has found the one to guide her through all things in life. It means she has found a person whom she can trust beyond all others, in a way she can trust no other. It is a bond that is stronger then even marriage. During the collaring, a woman is reborn into who she truly is in her heart. Its more then a band of ownership around the kajira's neck, its a symbol of a love and trust that go far beyond conventional understanding. To be owned is one of the greatest joys in a kajira's life.

Being a kajira is part of who you are and should be reflected in all your actions. In essence, a true kajira should be a treasure to her Master. She is property to be valued and adored as well as to be served and pleased by. Once you wear your Master’s collar, you are his heart, body and soul. So it is important that both Master and Kajira are sure of what they want before the collar clicks closed.

A true master values her as a priceless treasure and lets her know it from time to time, he is the type who will touch the kajira’s heart and soul, enduring her to him always. He needs to be strict, but fair… for she should serve him out of a desire to please him, not out of fear. If a master has truly touched a slave’s heart and soul, truly endeared her to him, she is filled with such love and devotion for her Master that the idea of displeasing him is to her hell, and worse than any punishment he could demand of her. Such a Master need not do more than tell her she has displeased him, that he is disappointed in her, and it is enough to tear her heart and reduce her to tears, begging to be forgiven and eager to prove herself worthy of his collar.