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About me:
a submissively quiet person who knows who she is and what she is .I came across gor many by years ago in here but a close and dear friend before her passing told of Second Life Gorean and set out to do some research there , well several years later I am still there for the most part but do come back to RLC to visit friends. I train and study daily and enrolled in the Kajira Foundations at the Gorean Campus. I will not change for anyone or anything this is who I am !
EARTH DANCE
“The dark-haired girl, exquisite and lovely, stood in the light, on the tiles, back from the
foot of the table, that we might well see her. Her hair was drawn severely back on her head.
She wore what seemed to be a svelte, satin, off-the-shoulder, white sheath gown.”
“Twisted about her feet, over and under, were golden straps.”
“The girl then turned gracefully before us, displaying the garments. I saw that her hair,
severely drawn back on her head, was fastened behind the back of her head in a bun. I had
known it would be. I had not forgotten.”
“The girl, then, to the music, moved gracefully, turning, her bands held out, about the table,
displaying herself and her garments for us. She then returned to her place on the tiles, at the
foot of the table.”
“I regarded her. How beautiful she was! She looked at me. Then, gracefully and decisively,
to the music, she unbound her hair. “
“There was applause for this at the table, the gentle striking of left shoulders, for she had
done it well, and the significance of a woman's unbinding her hair before a man is well
understood on Gor.”
“She then, reaching to the left side, beneath her arm, of what seemed to be a white sheath
gown, undid a fastening, and then others, at the side of her body, her waist, her thigh, and
knee, and then, gracefully, the Gorean music unobtrusive but melodious in the background,
removed the garment. I saw then that a rectangle of white cloth, cleverly tucked and sewn,
had been used to simulate the off-the-shoulder, white sheath gown on Earth. Such an actual
gown, of course, had not been available to her on Gor.”
There was gentle, appreciative applause. “
“She now stood before us in what seemed to be a brief, silken, off-the-shoulder slip.”
“The girl then sat on the tiles before us, but back a bit, where we, sitting cross-legged at the
low table, could well see her. She extended her right leg, gracefully. It was flexed and, as her
foot was placed fully upon the floor, her toes were pointed. These two things, respectively,
curved her calf deliciously and extended the line of her beauty. Her left leg was back, its
ankle beneath her right thigh. She looked at me, and then, bending forward, removed the
golden straps wound about and under her right foot. In the restaurant she had worn golden
pumps, with wisps of golden straps. She looked at me. Well did she, and the others, know the
significance of removing footwear before a free man. She cast aside the straps she had taken
from her right foot. Then, putting her hands back, swiftly and smoothly, beautifully, to the
music, without rising, she changed her position on the tiles. Her left thigh now faced me.
Her left leg was now gracefully extended, flexed and toes pointed. Her left thigh, and calf,
and ankle and foot were marvelous. Her right foot, as her left previously had been, was
back, the right ankle now beneath her right thigh. She then removed the golden straps from
her left foot, and cast them aside. She looked at me.”
“She had bared her feet before a free man. The golden straps she had used to simulate the
footwear which she had worn on Earth were golden binding straps. They were the nearest
thing she could find, within her limited resources, I gathered, to what she had worn in the
restaurant. I did not object. They resembled somewhat, and well suggested, that footwear.”
“Such straps, incidentally, are commonly used to bind the hands and feet of women.
There was gentle applause for the girl, and murmurs of appreciation. The footwear had been
well removed.”
“She then rose to her feet and stood again before us, but now barefoot upon the tiles.”
”She then reached again to her left side, and undid a fastening there, below her left arm,
and then another below it, and then one at her hip. She then unwrapped the brief sliplike
garment from her body, and dropped it to one side.”
“The brassiere had been simulated cleverly with soft white silk. Her beauty, soft, and almost
as though protesting its confinement, strained against this silk. Too, between her breasts,
this silk had been twisted and knotted, this making even more evident the sweet contours of
her beauty, and the sturdy, silken restraint placed upon it. The panties, too, were simulated
with white silk, which, in a narrow rectangle, had been wrapped twice about her hips and
tucked in at her waist. There was no nether closure to this silk, of course. The Gorean slave
girl is not permitted to shield her intimacies without the explicit permission of her master.”
“Besides these two garments, intended, respectively, to suggest the brassiere and panties of
an Earth girl, she still wore, of course, the light, narrow white scarf, this twisted and wound
twice about her throat, the ends thrown over her left shoulder.”
“The girl then, to the music, put back her head and put her hands behind her back, and,
reaching high behind her back, this lifting her breasts beautifully, strained for a moment,
and then, one by one, twisting slightly, undid the hooks on the confining, tight silk.”
“Our eyes met.”
“The silk was then dropped to one side, "Superb," said Glyco.”
“She then reached to the white scarf on her throat and, beautifully, to the music, undid it
one turn.”
“She then, to the music, drew it beautifully, slowly, from her throat, and, gracefully, dropped
“She lifted her head, and, with her fingers, delicately indicated and displayed the collar.”
“She then stood before us as a barefoot, half-naked, collared slave.”
“Gorean applause, and murmurs of appreciation, greeted this aspect of her performance.”
“Our eyes met again.”
“She then reached with her right hand to her waist and undid the tuck in the silk which was
wrapped about her hips. Slowly and beautifully then, to the music, with both hands, she
unwound the silk, and then dropped it to the tiles.”
"Superb!" said Glyco.”
“She then crawled to me, on her hands and knees, her head humbly down. Then, when she
reached me, she lowered herself to her belly and, extending her right hand, touched me on
the knee. She lifted her head. "You are my master," she said, "and I am your slave, and I love
you!"
Who I'd like to meet:
who I would like to meet is rather tough having been here in RLC for many years I have pretty much seen it all. There are many wonderful people but not many I would consider a Dominant , and the Dominant s I have come across are not true Dominants in my opinion. Unconditional submission is earned and not given freely ,to the One who does earn mine will understand a Kajira is a structured life she serves for the pleasure of others not for personal gain. The one who has earned my submission will push my boundaries through action, words and the fundamental knowledge that Their Kajira is a treasure to be hoarded guarded insanely Their prize to be set forth for all to see so that They may bask in the knowledge that Their Kajira brings unrelented pride and happiness. They will cherish all that she brings and the absolute knowledge she belongs to Them and only them she has no desire for another.
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BELT DANCE
~Rising after hearing the command to dance, the large bulk of the Master moving before me, my hands held against the flesh of my hips just scraping over the bronzed cream sending shivers along my spine. The man stops in the center of the room and his booming voice orders me to the floor at his feet. Hastily i move, my steps quick yet seeming all the more graceful for the turn of an ankle and the flutter of the ribbon about my left thigh. Sinking before him i take my place, my thighs parted so that the scent of my womanhood wafts upwards announcing to those close by that something of interest is about to happen. The mahogany curls flow down my back like a stream only to furl around and caress the curves of my form. Tiny hands flutter upwards towards the man before dropping elegantly to my open thighs palms upwards in recognition of my place at his feet. Eyes like the starlight skies rise to the Master's belt, focusing there for a moment as if judging the distance and range of my movements. A long pink sliver of satin slips from between my lips involuntarily to wet them, the full bow seemingly bruised by one too many assaulting kiss from a man such as the one that stands before me. Naked save the simple collar of steel and the ribbon of burgundy silk about my thigh i wait, remaining perfectly still. And again the voice comes from above me.~
~With the sound of his words ringing still in my ears the haunting beats of the drum sound distant, the sudden rush of adrenaline coming to me, forcing my body into motion lowering my head my form shifts to and fro like that of a serpent, the movement bringing my breasts into contact with the leather of his boots. A tiny gasp escaping me as the smooth leather seems to frustrate my flesh, the sugared peak coming to full blossom pulled tighter than the youngest of rosebuds on a chill morn. The mahogany curls lash forward as my movement seems to shudder at the touch fanning out over his feet, my hips rising and falling in time to the drums as my hands slide forward serpentine in their movement, two small animals writhing from their dens to wrap around his ankles. The long expanse of my back exposed now to his view my spine undulating as my hips rise and shoulders seem to shimmy up his leg, my hands climbing along the backs of his thighs, the ripened breasts flattened against the angularity of his shins, my form being dragged upwards~
~The deep beating of the drums drawing my form still higher, my this spread further inching closer to his feet as they spread, the scent of woman now permeating the air around me, my hands finally having reached the back of his belt they lock there for an instant my back arching upwards then back away from him so that my hips rise to the height of his knees and only the tips of my hair pass over the line of his belt. Starlit eyes graze upwards as the face is once more exposed to the view of any who wish to see it, the lips furled into that smile that screams for lips to be kissed without my voice saying anything. my ankles now flexed so that upon the balls of my feet and the fingers locked into his belt my weight is supported, hanging before him a woman, the only clothing a simple burgundy ribbon and collar. The eyes rise to his face into his gaze brazen and bold as if daring him to stop the dance. A peal of laughter falling from crimsoned lips as i see his reaction to the boldness my hair tossing once more as i lift more bringing my breasts upwards to him and then quickly falling away again~
~Rising in response to the beating of the drums my hips roll furiously bringing the flesh of my inner thighs sliding along the coarse leather of the Master's breaches. As my head whips left to right and then forward my hand climb, clinging to and hanging from the back of his shirt, my form rising, bringing me closer still, yet my head remains lower then the belt, bent backwards my form and all the treasures that once were hidden are now revealed. The scent of woman filling the air about me the heat of the room causing my breath to come in short shallow gasps as the tiny diamonds of water pool and puddle in the hollows of my body, sparkling in the light of the fires as my motions become more and more animalistic. Suspended from him like some game just before the final blow is struck my weight held between the floor and ceiling on nothing more than the balls of my feet and the tips of fingers caught in the fabric of his shirt. Rising suddenly onto my toes looking the Master in the eyes as my form suddenly shudders my head tossing and spinning as the proof of my exertions sprays over his form and again my form lowers Was it quick enough, did he see, did it anger him. Those are the questions that now fill the mind~~
~laughing as the Master takes the challenge , the deep almond eyes dancing in the fires light as he sets me down upon the furs at his chair, and with slow deliberate movements still in time to the beating of the drums i lean forward, my hands sliding over his ankles and up his thighs once more, the serpentine motions now more cat like as a sliver of pink slides from between bruised lips and up over your leather clad thighs, clawing and preening the clothing as my hips roll ebbing with the tide, the long fingers moving once more up over the belt the fact that he now sits making the belt dance all the more a challenge. glancing u as the beating of the drums continues m the leathers now cleaned of the salty sweetness left by my exertions i press palms flat against your thighs and force myself backwards over into the bow of love from the northern territories of Gor. And still my feet move sliding on the furs, lifting once more my hips and breasts towards you yet just out of reach~
~Starlight eyes lift nice again as my form wriggles beneath the scornful gaze, this time however the brazeness is lessened, more coy, seductive the expression on my face has become. Lips drawn into a sultry smile a mixture of surprise and confusion. that tiny ribbon of pink sating sliding over them once more as a single droplet of water dangles from the tip of a slightly upturned nose. The slender thighs spread once more as my knees lift bringing my feet off the floor, toes pointed as they lift higher and higher, til they are pressed upwards towards the ceiling. Laid back upon my elbows before the Master my palms flat against the floor my feet swirl as the knees bend one then the other the motion becoming almost hypnotic, the tiny sliver of burgundy around my left thigh catching the light as it flutters in the turbulence caused by the flitting of my feet. The gasping of my breath now audible over even the beat of the drums, the exertion bringing forth more than was expected as i writhe there before him. The mahogany locks now scraping over the stone polishing into it the moisture that seems to trickle around me, like a spring shower~
~Once more the feet flutter to the floor, like tiny birds lighting upon branches they perch prepared to once more take flight yet anchoring the form once more to the ground. The lusciously curved hips roll forward up towards the Master before me as my hands slide closer along the floor drawing the tiny frame into a kneel once more, the deeply tanned thighs spread now languidly over his feet as my head whips forwards bringing the fan of mahogany and gold silk into contact with his hands. Pressing myself forward again my breasts come into contact with his legs, the ripened mounds now heaving in rhythm with the drums, my entire form seeming to flow and ebb like a tide upon the shores of the Thassa. The swell of breasts the roll of hips and the waver of tiny fluttering hands all seem to howl an animalistic cry of survival, and the words again race through the mind "Dance or die". Spurred once more by the menacing words my form writhes before him, caught in a struggle to survive and to please, my hands rise to his belt once more clinging there, as my form stretches upwards towards him pressing my body even more to his form as my head tilts back once again revealing the practiced smile designed by the powers that be to invite a mans attention to him.~
~Spurred on by the Master before me my form writhes as i slither back along his thighs lowering myself once more into a kneel the most secreted of places pressed firmly to his boots as my hips roll my hands extending over my head twirling and casting as if caught in an eddy on the shore, twisting as my spine glides my form back to the floor. languidly lavishly my body stretches out, shoulder now against the hard cold floor sending through me chills that cause my nipples to ripen once more into tiny buds, hard and trembling the are spread before him my belly taut as it stretches and waivers in the light of the fires. One hand sliding down over my own flesh past the steel of the collar, along the path of the valley of my breasts.. lower still it inches, the fluttering fingers drawing attention with each agonizingly slow turn of the wrist, over the belly and past the hip, to my left thigh and the ribbon that has fluttered there. Hips pulsing with the final beats of the drums as the fingers unleash the ribbon and toss it upwards to the Master upon who's feet i now lie, upon whose pleasure my life depends. Starlit eyes rise to his face once more now defiant and challenging, as if to dare him to be displeased with the gift given~
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