'Do you recall, long ago, in the restaurant, when I spoke to you, daringly, I think, for a then-unenslaved slave, of the dreams, strange then to my mind, which I had been having?'

'I recall,' I said.

'I had often then dreamed, as I recounted to you, and as you will perhaps remember, that I was a female slave, that I was kept in rags or naked, that a steel collar had been put on my neck, that I had been branded, and that I was subject to discipline-and that I must serve a man.'

'I remember,' I said.

'There was one thing about those dreams, dear Master,' she said, 'which I did not dare to tell you.'

'What was that?' I asked. I recalled that I had suspected, from certain subtle cues, and silences, that she hard not fully expressed herself to me on that occasion.

She looked down.

'What was it?' I asked.

She looked up. 'That the man I must serve was always the same,' she said.

'Yes?' I said.

'And that he was you, my Master,' she said.

I took her gently in my arms.

'You see, my Master,' she said, 'you are, for me, a dream come true.'

'And you, for me, Sweet Slave,' I said, 'are, too, a dream come true.'

'Master?' she asked.

'Many times,' I said, 'did I fantasize you thusly, in my arms, an owned slave, mine to do with as I pleased.'

'I am here now, my Master,' she said.

'I know,' I said.

'And it is where I want to be,' she said.

I looked at her, in the light of the ravishment lamp.

'Gone now,' she whispered, 'are the pains and shames of Earth.'

I kissed her, gently.

'How strange I once would have thought it, on Earth, so long ago,' she said, 'had I been told that I would find my fulfillment only on a distant world-and chained by the neck to the slave ring of a master.'

'You are a woman,' I told her.

'Yes, Master,' she said.

I then caressed her gently into ecstasy.

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