Kat Lÿţë

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Since 2006 I’ve journeyed Gor—in crimson silks and sable furs—with a quiet spark of devotion at my core. Gor taught me I am not weak, but that I am meant to serve.

Then came Avery (freyadragonborn). With steady guidance she kindled that spark into a steadfast flame of loyalty. When she placed the collar at my throat, I felt the true weight of belonging.

Now the iron ring rests cool against my skin, and her single word—“Kneel”—echoes with purpose. In that silence I accept my role with deliberate resolve.

I do not lead. I do not question. I submit fully—true, unwavering, and resolute.

My place is earned by her wisdom and commanded by her authority. As a Northern bond, I stand ready—my spirit steady, my purpose clear.

When I kneel before my Mistress, when I speak, it is out of respect for the order she brings and the bond we share.

The rest? Discover it in the steady cadence of her voice, the determined set of her gaze, and the quiet strength that guides me.