Tony’s World

Bridget Choses Enslavement

Bridget’s emotions were running wild.  The ride up to Master’s gave her ample time to reflect on this special occasion.  Bridget was to be enslaved today.  Master had often told her that all women secretly wanted to be possessed and owned by a dominant master.  Collared.  Be an enslaved slut.  Bridget had embraced her inner slave and wanted the delicious certainty of being a strong Master’s owned property.  What a glorious feeling to have no need to carry on with the soul killing charade of denying her sexuality, her submission, her needs and desires.

Bridget was so sure.  She couldn’t wait for their special ritual.  The ritual was ordered by her Master but she had made adjustments and additions that had delighted Master.  She knew Master treasured her and all of her. He often remarked on her intelligence and how it drove her kink and also drove his passion to be her owner.  Master always said women with a desire for the collar, for enslavement were usually the very intelligent ones.  

Before she left home Bridget paid attention in the shower.  Her shaving was meticulous. Her legs, arms, and pussy were smooth as possible. She thrilled at the thought of the way Master would cup her smooth, oiled pussy and run his hand back and forth as she squirmed and moaned. She knew Master loved to lick and kiss her clit.  He also like to use his Hitachi and a soft makeup brush on her.  He’d alternate the vibrator and brush on her clit.  Sometimes he’d just stop and listen to her breathing.  Bridget loved it when he chained her wrists and ankles in his bed and made her come over and over until she screamed.  He’d gag and blindfold her and make her come some more. Master had learned early in their play to put a towel under her.  The wet spot was something to see.

Bridget’s enslavement ritual outfit was all white and had been her idea.  Master had suggested adding long white gloves and she agreed with relish.  Once out of the shower, at Master’s direction, she installed two Ben Wa balls in her pussy.  They went in nicely.  When she walked around she could feel them as she moved.  She wondered if walking in heels would accentuate the sensation.  Oh well, she’d find out soon.  Bridget loved Master’s toy collection.  He had a veritable fleet of vibrators including a very useful remote controlled beauty.  Master said he was shopping for an internet controlled vibrator for some long distance fun.  He also had a selection of nipple clamps, some fun and some she feared.  There was a lot more and she was sure the list was growing

After carefully pulling on her white stockings and attaching them to her sexy garter she slipped on her skimpy white panties.  A curvy white push up bra completed her underwear.  She had a nice white blouse with a plunging neckline that accentuated her cleavage. Her brief white skirt would expose her slim legs and white stockings.  Finally she slipped on her white high heels with thosecute sexy little ankle straps.  Naturally she added accessories like a string of pearls and a bright red lipstick.  She decided she’d add her fragrance and put on the white gloves when she arrived at Masters.

The miles rolled by.  Her heart sang.  She had made her decision.  It felt so right.  All the things she wanted to experience would be hers in a safe and protected place.  Master would help to explore all the dark kinky places she dreamed about.  

The highway intersection appeared on her GPS. She had to turn north.   It was time to call Master.  She heard the phone ring.  Her emotions ping ponged.  Master answered with a pleased voice.  She was close.  He could almost sense her.  They both reveled in the joy of anticipation.     Master remarked that he was looking forward to draping her with his new 1/8” stainless steel chain.  Perhaps chaining her breasts with a nice halter.  When he mentioned that he’d like to chain her in Sirik Bridget’s was incredibly turned on.  The thought of the chain running from her collar to the chained wrist manacles and finally ending on the ankle manacles.  Sirik chain bondage allowed movement but served to remind her that she was owned, protected property.  Master loved everything Gorean and spent a lot of time finding ways to practically adapt the mores of Gor to earth.  A significant Gorean notion is that bondage enhances a woman’s beauty.  Bridget agreed but also concluded bondage made her horny as hell.

The rural setting, the trees, the quiet appealed to her.  Here’s the driveway.  Turning right and pulling up the long driveway she found herself next to Master’s car and she knew, the beginning of her life changing event was close at hand.  She put her car in park and applied the parkingbreak.  She felt that she also applied a break on her normal, vanilla life.  She would enter the BDSM Sea.  Enter it as one of the more exotic and nuanced denizens.  She would be a slave girl, specifically a Kajira, a Gorean slave.  Bridget and Master had discussed many aspects of enslavement, slave protocols, sexual ownership, and what they each wanted.  She agreed with Master that after all, it was at its heart, an exotic adult game.  They both knew few could play the game, few could accept their role, and few could adhere to the rules and enjoy them with intense satisfaction.  Bridget loved her role and while their private play was so satisfying, she looked forward to their forays into various forms of public play.  Public Play involved exposing part of her BDSM life to the vanilla world.  Bridget always found it surprising.  She couldn’t believe the naughty sense of excitement she felt when she was exposed.  Was it humiliation, she wasn’t sure but it was very kinky indeed.

She applied the bright red lipstick.  She loved the color and loved that her Master had told her he loved bright paint on her lips.  He said she was so attractive and luscious and he wanted her lips prominently displayed for him.  Next her fragrance, chosen because it was both understated and exotic.  At last she pulled on the long white gloves that came up to her elbows. Bridget and Master had discussed how she’d wear the long white gloves and he’d hogtie her and use his ball gag.  The picture in her mind of the helpless position always made her wet and horny.  Master had done this before.  Usually he rubbed a rabbit fur all over her body before he pulled her hair and squeezed her tit while he told her how he felt, what he wanted, and what he’d do with her next.

As she turned toward the house she found the garage door open and as she had been instructed, she entered the garage and went to the back door leading into Master’s Rec room.  The lighting was subdued but she saw two large shapes draped in thin cloth.  She knew these were their BDSM toys.  Master had built a large cage for her amusement and a sturdy St Andrews cross that would fulfill her desire to be suspended and held helpless. Master had promised to cuff and chain her to the cross.  She knew she’d be naked and looked forward to the way master slipped a gag into her mouth before he applied something to her ass. Usually he forced a silicone bit gag into her mouth before he used his snake whip on her.  She could bite down on the bit and scream at the same time for the serious relief she craved.  Master had assured her she’d receive a serious whipping and perhaps caning that would leave some minor marks.  She wanted the marks.  She wanted to feel his touch afterward.  She wanted all of the things that ownership demanded.

She knew Master had plans for an interesting combination Stocks and Spanking Bench.  Bridget had told Master she’d love to be placed in stocks and have her ass molested, pinched, bit, and butt plugged. She wondered if he’d make good on his promise to administer an enema while in the stocks.  Master had a lot of toys and equipment.  He had showed her the enema paraphernalia and it included an interesting flow meter that Master said was important to ensure reasonable flow and comfort.   

Climbing the stairs she heard Master’s voice and it made her heart skip a beat.  She loved the way he spoke to her.  He didn’t speak at her rather he spoke with her, sharing his thoughts and sometimes emotions.  Master was sitting in a large black leather chair.  He was wearing his black suit with a black mandarin shirt and a nice red pocket square.  He leaned forward and motioned for her to come up.  He wondered about her trip and if the Ben Wa balls were still in place and how she liked them.  She told him about her journey and, yes, the Ben Wa twins were still in place and had directed her attention at the oddest of times, like stepping on the brakes.

He asked her if she was ready, if she wanted to go through with their plans.  Did she really want all the things they had planned for, had discussed.  She knew what he was asking, giving her a graceful out.  Her mind was made up but his trust and care made her even more convinced that she wanted enslavement, wanted slavery, wanted to be an owned woman, Master’s property.  All of their discussions had led to this decision.  They both saw a Master/slave relationship as the purest and incidentally most fun form of a BDSM power exchange.  Both of their roles had been defined in term that made sense to both

Bridget answered him by unbuckling her shoe clasps and removing her heels.  Pulling the ribbon from her hair she let it fall loose about her shoulders.  Bridget smiled at her Master and began removing all her clothing.  Finally she stood before her Master totally naked.  Master seemed very pleased. He rose and ran his fingers gently all over Bridget.  Master believed that a Gorean Master took great pride in his Kajira, his slave and should be familiar with every inch of her. Bridget knew that her actually collaring demanded that she be naked. She knelt gracefully before him, raised her arms over her head and crossed her wrists.  Bridget had assumed the Kolar or collar position of a Kajira, a Gorean slave.  She knew the message she was sending was that she was ready to be bound and collared.  Naturally she looked down and waited for Master.  The decision was not only made but by showing her acceptance of their planned bond to her Master she knew it was done.  How happy, how fulfilled.  She almost wanted to cry the emotions were so strong. Her life as a Kajira, a Gorean slave was about to begin.  See accepted that she must always be pleasing and offer perfect obedience.

Master formally asked her why she was before him and what were her deepest desires for enslavement.  She continued to look down and at first her voice was a whisper but as she gained confidence she became secure and spoke with a clear steady voice.  She asked to be enslaved.  She pledged to serve Master in all ways.  She would be pleasing at all times with perfect obedience.  She would be the owned possession of Master, subject to his commands, dressing as he directed.  She spoke the words of enslavement, “bind me master”.

She spoke the timeless pledge saying she wished to be enslaved and then crossing her wrists in front of her asked that Master bind her.  She felt the ceremonial tying of her wrists with the traditional Gorean yellow bindings.  Master then said he would complete the ceremony, their enslavement ritual, by collaring her.  She felt the collar begin to encircle her throat.  She gasped as he pulled her hair back so he could buckle the collar.  Her formal slave collar was polished metal and had a screw driven locking mechanism.  It would be difficult or next to impossible to remove, not that Bridget would ever think about removing the symbol that encircled her throat.  Master completed fastening her collar.  He took her chin in his hand and remarked on her beauty and suitability to be his Kajira. Master removed the bindings from her wrists and ordered her to stand and had her turn around slowly to display herself. She looked at herself and saw the beautiful collar.  All she could say was “La Kajira, La Kajira”, Gorean for I am a slave. Bridget now understood in a most intimate way that her master treasured her and wanted to enjoy his treasure.  Master had two more things to complete the ritual and the first had Bridget very nervous.  Bridget knew she was to be branded.  Thankfully the branding didn’t call for a real white hot branding iron.  Bridget received a henna dye print representation of the Gorean Kef, a very delicate elaborately beautiful “K”, leaving a sharp red image high on her left thigh.  Next Master spoke her new slave name. When Bridget and Master were together in their new roles, she would be “Sefa”.  Master explained that her new slave name was pronounced SEHF-ah and meant pleasure.  He said she was named that way to remind her how she must always be his pleasure slave.  She didn’t think that would ever be a problem.

It was done. Bridget had been collared, branded, and named.   Master said he accepted her as his Kajira.  Master directed her to put on her garter, stockings, panties, and heels.  He snapped a leash onto her collar ring and said “bracelets”.  Bridget immediately put her wrists behind her back, slightly bowed her head, and turned around to receive Master’s manacles. Using the leash and her bound wrists he moved her forward.  Master led her around a bit and then out around the deck. Master often told her that bondage made a woman more beautiful and that served to make her move in a sensuous, elegant manner.  Bridget agreed and could think of nothing better than to be on her knees with her Master’s cock in her mouth. He took her over to a chair by the deck table.  He motioned for her to kneel.  He unclipped the leash and attached a short piece of chain to her collar.  The chain was connected to a d-ring embedded in one of the large deck posts.  Bridget was chained to a post with her wrists bound.  Never before had she felt so at peace.  She was owned.  She had been confined on her Master’s deck.  She felt the chain on her chest.  Bridget’s excitement was mixed with embarrassment and humiliation.  She was on her knees dressed like a tarty slut, out in the open for all the world to see.  She realized that Master was exhibiting her as his prize possession.  Of course she thought, it’s highly unlikely we’ll be disturbed.  We’re out in the woods on a secluded property with foliage all around.  Master laughed and said UPS or FEDEX might show up.

Bridget’s life as a slave had begun.  She wished and waited for what was next.  Master said she was to be caged in his slave pen after they had discussed their enslavement ritual.  Master took a plate of fruit and picked up a small piece of melon.  He held it out for her to nibble. She daintily nibbled the fruit.  She was being fed by Master’s hand.  She felt a deep bond and happiness.  Next Master poured some of his cool drink into a small bowel.  He placed it before her and motioned for her to drink.  He was watering his slave, caring for his prize possession.  She knelt before the bowel and lapped at the drink. She felt so humiliated to be made to drink in this fashion but it also was so deliciously kinky.  

Her journey had begun.  Life would never be the same.  A calmness, a fullness, a richness had descended on her soul.  Master caressed her cheek and breasts and then checked the manacles.  He also adjusted her collar.  Bridget knew master would always make sure she looked her best.  She was his prize possession.

Master leaned back and took a small velvet sack from the side table.  “Nadu” Master commanded and Bridget went into the slave position that had her kneeling with her wrists behind her back. Bridget was fascinated  She knelt with her thighs spread wide, back arched, wrists crossed behind her back.  Master produced a bright red ball gag and told her to open her mouth. Bridget felt the ball pressed tightly into her mouth as Master firmly buckled the gag in place.  She found her hands bound behind her back, and the ball gag reduced her to small whimpers to communicate.  She knew she was vulnerable and totally in the control of her master.  It was delicious.  It made her wet just to think of all the things he would do with her.  The bracelets were gleaming metal and had a short length of chain between them so they were relatively comfortable.

Master helped Bridget to stand.  He pulled her panties down to her ankles and helped her bend over. He guided her to lay across his lap and began to stroke and kneed her ass cheeks.  Master remarked that she had a pleasingly plump ass that just begged to be spanked.  Bridget felt her Master applying some kind of oil on her ass cheeks.  She wiggled across his lap into a more comfortable position. It made her feel exposed, controlled, at her Master’s mercy.  Bridget couldn’t believe how excited she felt, how she wanted more, more attention, more control.

Master told Bridget that he wanted to assert his ownership, make sure she knew she was his property.  Bridget whimpered her assent. She wanted to be his,begged her master to have her, to make her his own, anyway he wanted.  Just do it now.

Master began a slow rhythmic paddling of Bridget’s ass.  Slowly at first but soon faster and harder.  Bridget moaned and gasped. Master paused and asked Bridget if she was his, his property. Bridget thought “yes, yes, yes, have me, have all of me.  I am your Kajira and want to be nothing else”.  Master held up one finger which was the signal for silence

Bridget was surprised that Master had shut her up, to be quiet.  She understood that he wanted to be in control.  He told her he felt so completed by their rituals.   Master loved the idea that they had built their own kinky world and Bridget loved the way he ruled it. He could silence her with a command or perhaps a gag.  She loved the delicious excitement when he placed a nice red silicone ball gag in her mouth.  Naturally Master could silence her by imposing speech restrictions and she always complied but the ball gag was so hot.

Master reached behind her to the small table by his large leather chair.  Bridget felt his movement and turned her head.  “Oh my” she thought as Master’s hand held the red ball gag, a shiny bright metal butt plug, and a tube of lubrication.  Her heart beat faster as she realized she was in for another anal training session.

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Instructions

You are instructed to answer your door wearing your shortest skirt and no under pants.  You can choose either a pushup bra or Bustier.  You need to find the best way to provide good access to your erect nipples.  High heels will be in order and a nice bright red lipstick.  Your fragrance should suggest you need serious examination.

Once inside we will continue with your assessment.  We need to determine what type of spanking suits you.  Your level of grooming will need attention.  You may have hair in places that needs to be removed or trimmed.

I will ask you to give me your tongue.  After your tongue is placed in my mouth I will begin inspecting your nipples with my fingers.  At first I will use gentle caressing pressure to make them stand up.  When your nipples are sufficiently hard I will begin to squeeze them and as long as you murmur enjoyment and pleasure your nipples will receive my attention.  Careful breast squeezing will further arouse your interest.  Perhaps some careful sucking, licking, and nibbling will begin providing your respectful encouragement is well received.

You will have a collar fitted and a short lead attached.  Naturally you will be led around to get a sense of how you walk in heels, how your hips and ass thrust up as you slowly move.

Your pheromones will now be tasted and their fragrance examined.  You will be directed to wet two of your fingers where you should now be wet and aroused.  Offering yourself and asking if more is needed will go a long way to establishing your further attention.

You will be directed to spread your legs so you can be inspected.  A little hair for decorative purposes is ok but too much around your labia will have to go.  Your hair will be trimmed with perhaps a stylish V created and the rest shaved off.

You have begun your journey and it’s time for you to dress for the adventure.  Do you have stockings and a sexy garter belt?  Well put them on.  I expect skimpy and sheer panties.  Your breasts should be supported and offered.  Makeup and fragrance needs to show how you want to be used and aroused.

Spanking is so critical to your excitement.  You love to be spanked but how is the question.  There are three basic spanking types; hand, paddle, and cane.  Which will make you lose your control and submit must be discovered.

Pulling on your lead you will be positioned on your knees.  Crossed slender wrists will be bound behind your back.  You will be instructed to position yourself on my lap.   I want to make sure you are comfortable and available.  I can detect your fragrance and increased breathing.  You know you want to be taken.

Instructions follow.  I will grasp your hair and pull it back as you are vigorously spanked.  Naturally you will be aroused by the hair pulling and spanking.  You will have to count out the spanks and plead for harder or less so.  10 spanks will decide how you like your this treatment.

Now things are getting serious. After the hand spanking you will resume your kneeling position.  Have you ever worn a ball gag?  The sexist aspect is the drool and you need to accept that you will drool when you’re gaged.

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You will be instructed to open you moth and the ball gag will be inserted.  Tying the ball gag in place behind your hair will set the scene.  A paddle will be applied to your ass.  You can ask for harder by nodding yes, begging for less by shaking no.  You can continue with the way it is by just remaining still.  You will be gaged and unable to speak but you can express you delight by groans, moans, squeals, and squeaks.

Perhaps hand spanking and paddling is enough to satisfy your desire for ass pain but in that unique case you may want to be caned.

If caning is your desire other arrangements will be necessary.  You will have your bonds released and be led over to a short table.  Your wrists will be tied to sides of the table.  Next, your legs will be spread and tied to the legs of the table.  You are now bent over the table and ready to receive the cane.  Again you can control the severity but you must understand that you won’t escape without marks.

Bent over the table, panting and waiting.  I will toy your ass with the cane to let you get a feeling for what is to come.  I will have to express my disappointment in having to abuse you in this fashion.  The caning will start and the count will be given.  You can controls the intensity but you will receive 5 strokes.

Which do you like the best?  Does the hair pulling make you wet and weak?  Questions that are answered during the spanking assessment determine where things will go next.

Kinky Trilogy

Offered for your enjoyment are three short stories that start with an initiation to the BDSM Lifestyle, another that provides amorous equipment advice, and finally a fast paced account of two kinky spaceships looking for love and finding one another in the vastness of space.

Dominant Hatchling

My kink wasn’t totally unexpected.  For some reason I preferred pictures of bound women to big breasts in Playboy.  No internet, no Fetster or FetLife.  I didn’t discover The Village Voice for several years.

For me it was a horse of a different color.  Literally.

I was in a boarding stable tack room.  My sister was out on her appaloosa, Schatzie (sweetheart).  Not for me, the fucker bit and kicked me on several occasions.  But I digress.  My sister had a fellow boarder there who was a couple of years older than me.  I think I was 22 at the time.  Well my introduction was like a slow underwater dream. Tracey saw something in me and when she off handed flashed her 1000 watt smile at me, held up a piece of leather rein, and suggested I could tie her up I was hooked for life.

Tracy and I dismantled some long reins that were part of a pony cart harness.  We sat across from one another and I tied her wrists together in front of her.  She loved it, got up and twirled around a couple of times.  Delighted with the sensation she suggested I tie her ankles together.  Now I had Tracy standing up and unable to move.  Wow, we both were getting worked up and really didn’t know what to do next.

My true nature emerged when I suggested tying her to a saddle stand.  The stand looks a little like a spanking bench.  Unfortunately the proportions didn’t work quite right but I did have her hands tied to the stand with her laying on a horse blanket on her belly with her ass in the air.

I suggested to Tracey that I could pull her pants down.  She saw my bet and raised me with a “why don’t you take them off”.  I didn’t stop with her jeans and so there she was bare assed in this dusty, horsey smelling room with sun light pouring through the small window lighting up all the dust motes.

Why didn’t I spank her?  Why didn’t I take a picture?  Easy answers.  No phone camera.  Hadn’t been invented yet.  And a serious case of male arousal that had to be dealt with.  I’ll leave the story for that day at that.

Tracy and I got together a couple of other times and she did get spanked.  Tracy went back to college, probably found a more competent Dominant.  I started prowling the Village Voice and coming up with ways to suggest interesting things to vanilla dates.  Ways that were designed to keep things from blowing up on me.  Subtlety is not my wheel house.  In retrospect it was hilarious and I always wondered if I might have sparked some interest but who knows?

Japanese Women Pleaser

Japan.  Land of the Rising Sun, Mount Fuji, Bullet Trains, Geisha Girls, Kobe Beef, and the JWP.  The JWP? Yes, the JWP.  The Japanese Women Pleaser.  Hitachi makes the standard of the industry, The Hitachi Magic Wand Model HV-270.  The HV-270 offers two distinct modes each with multiple settings.  One can opt for the low slow constant murmur of pleasure or the more adventurous rising pulses of eternal joy.  The HV-270 is battery powered with purportedly enough battery capacity for a month’s worth of orgasms.  I have never been able to verify this claim with a carefully controlled research study.

As a student of all things Women Pleasing I have always availed myself the most advanced and up to date equipment and instruments.  Who would have considered a non-contact IR Thermometer as essential equipment for regulating bedroom activities?  Without accurate Pussy temperature readings you’re really only going along with instincts.  Additionally, collecting specific partner data shows that you really care.

My first JWP was naturally manufactured by Hitachi.  I won’t touch anything else and Pussy I touch will be touched by nothing less than the best Japanese technology, Hitachi.  My first unit was AC powered and needed to be plugged in.  The unit was made for the US so required 120V.  My trips to the UK presented problems.  I never knew when the duty of Women Pleaser would be thrust upon me and besides I liked the way the TSA X-Ray technicians would react.  I use to make sure it was prominently displayed in my carry on.  Non-Ambiguous jokes are usually the best.  

Wielding my advanced device in the UK required either a 220v to 120V voltage converter, or as I learned, utilize the 120V shaver socket that some thoughtful UK hotels provided in their bathroom.  Luring my delightfully accented British lady friends into the bathroom and within JWP power range was only one of the challenges of a dedicated Woman Pleaser.

I would be remiss to confine my comments to the technical aspects of the JWP.  Most woman when approached with a large electronic device capped with a massive rubber top almost invariably squeal with pleasure and prepare to abandon all propriety.  And abandon they do.  The high pitched “eeks”, low rumbling guttural moans, and of course the redundant but equally charming yes, yes, yes is music to my ears.  A dedicated Woman Pleaser is motivated by the excitement of individual exploration followed by the inevitable culmination of quivering shaking women flesh.  The auditory prelude is just icing on the cake.  And quite a cake it is.

Of course you’ve concluded that there is only the upside when you know the mysteries of the JWP.  Not necessarily so.  I made the mistake of not only providing a rich technical briefing but also comprehensive sourcing instructions to one of my more adventurous subjects.  I provided very adequate service over a couple of weekend interludes.  My lovely and very responsive partner expressed her appreciation on many levels.  She also bought her own on Amazon and immediately dumped me.  We remain friends.

Docking Approach

Correct terminology is always needed to describe what we value the most. Here is a good example.

My high gain antenna began picking up the telemetry 200 seconds ago. An eternity for me.

The embedded header indicated a known protocol but the details would have to wait on the confirmed hand shake.

As I slewed my large scale optical telescope I notice the other ship was one of the sleeker, more stylish types. It was somewhat smaller then my configuration but the many protrusions and colorful adornments made a lasting impression.

Now a scant 50 seconds out I could make out the universal docking port.
Light speed communication allowed a large volume of data to be compressed and squirted through my optical laser to the other ship. I stated my peaceful intentions and made serious notice of the other ships remarkable adornments and markings.

I had no choice, my embedded control system transmitted my full internal protocol settings. At other times, approached ships had immediately activated reaction control thrusters and fired their main engines to create a larger closing displacement. It was not the case this time.

The other ship transmitted its complete protocol and it was compatible with mine in almost every manner. I slowed my approach by a careful burn that displayed precise control.

The other ship flipped over exposing its rear main engine and fired a short burst that brought our closing rate into a manageable range.

I was still carrying a lot of excess velocity from my initial pursuit. Firing my main engine I performed a similar tail flip, and began a slow approach.

My target ship activated its running lights and within 20 seconds of beginning final approach activated its universal docking port lights. Additional telemetry provided important instructions with refinements on expected and observed protocols. I modified my data stream and complied.

We were 10 seconds out when I extended my docking probe and turned on my docking lights.

The other ship began flashing its running lights and also illuminated a deep red high intensity light within its universal docking port.

Our closure rate slowed. I was in the lane. No additional correction needed. 2 seconds out additional telemetry indicated complete agreement with all mooring parameters.

My docking probe mated with the other ships universal docking port and slipped slickly into the offered port with satisfying certainty. Umbilical automatically extended, attached, and delivered appropriate fluids.

Berthing was complete. Attached by my docking probe and my other ships universal docking port we exchanged telemetry to confirm destination and additional ship to ship protocols. Course data was compared and refined.

All that remained was to fire our main engines to establish the new vector.