"I believe that two people are connected at the heart, and it doesn't matter what you do, or who you are or where you live; there are no boundaries or barriers if two people are destined to be together." -Julia Roberts
So at the beginning of dancer of gor, I was a little bored. It was interesting how she started to explain how she felt on earth. I often get that same feeling, being out of place, or often wondering if I was meant for a different time era. Silly I know. However as the book progressed and the slavers came to her, you could feel the power of the man as you read. How he had her kneeling, and reading that she was a slave. I could feel that in my slave belly.
You could tell when the men came to capture her, that Teibar was her love Master. Just the hold of her he had from the beginning was amazing. It transported me and made me feel as if that was my Master, taking me from earth. I was very upset when he sold her. Though she was just a slave now, he sold her. I wanted her to be his love slave. I ended up putting the book down for a few days.
When I came back to the book, and she was sold at auction to a man that could read her face. It scares me, because I wonder too if men can read my emotions. She was not attracted to the large tavern Master, but she served him as if he was a love Master. It was truly inspiring. Then when she met with Mirus I thought by their interaction that maybe I had been fooled, maybe he was to become her love Master. It was a twist when Tupita betrayed Doreen, and had her kidnapped. I actually cheered when Tupita never made it free of her slavery as well.
When she became a lure girl, I thought at first it was interesting. Though I knew well that if she was caught, she would be slain. Such is the life of a slave. This angered me when Mirus came and wouldn’t let her go despite her constant warning that she needed too. It broke my heart that she had no choice but to lure him. Then I cried, I cried so hard when they sold her to the chain of Ionicus. Mainly for two reasons, but the most reason was I thought it unfair that she should suffer such a fate? I was sure she would be killed.
Despite all that, I know a slave is at the mercy of the Free. This was evident when Mirus tried to kill her. Even though she obeyed the order of her Masters to lure men, she too was at the mercy of the wrath of the men she lured. I feel it is totally unfair, but again it reminds me that no matter what order you obey, you are possibly displeasing a free somewhere.
At the end when Teiber saved her life, I cried again like a sissy girl. I knew he was her love Master, and for him to admit that he tracked her since the day he sold her melted my heart. Masters may not say they love us, may not show us they care at all times, but we know they do. The fact he saw a beautiful dancer in her at the beginning, and claiming her at the end. It was a truly beautiful story. Definitely top five for me.
Ula’s body glistened beneath the
penetrating light of the sun, as she stepped into the sands. Her slender arm
raised above her head, and angled bent at the elbow. She moved her free arm to
wrap around her belly, and dug her nails into her side to hold herself there.
The musicians were setting up to play a sensual tune to fill her heart with
passion. As her heart raced in her chest, her belly turned in knots. She waited
for the first thump on the kaska. It would soon start to beat the aching need
that filled her soul.
Middle Post
Ula thrust
her hips forward, before bending at the waist and grabbing some sand in her
palms. The kaska beat heavy on its leather, its song dark, and sensual. It called
to her heart as her need built more in her belly. Tears had filled her peridot
eyes as she searched for a calling of her Master. She slid to her belly, and
bucked her hips more, aching for his touch. Crimson hair clung to her sweaty
body, as she rolled to her back. Lifting her ankles she brought them in,
fingers tracing down her creamy thighs in agony
The Need Dance:
The main features of the dance in itself for the girl to
show the free her hunger to serve. She starts out unsure of herself, fighting
what is in her heart and in her belly. Denying that she needs men. By the end
of the dance, she must have it. It is like the breath she breathes, she will
die a slow and painful death if she does not have the touch of a Master.
The need dance itself can be performed anywhere. In the sand
of the dance pits, on the tile before men, chained at the bottom of your Master’s
bed.
I think key steps in the Need dance, would be emotion
mainly. Perhaps a Master can allow me a veil to cover my face and body, to hide
myself away from men. That way I can better dance modestly to deny that I am
for the use of men. After such, I could toss the veil away, and hide my body
with my hands as if I am still shy. I would then begin to sway more sensually,
starting to like the idea of being used by men. Then I could openly display my
heat and need before the men, knowing that I am beautiful and wanted by them.
If I were to perform a Need dance, I would want it on tiles.
I would desire torches lit all about me, to get the glow on my body. I myself
would want some silken sheer fabrics to fake my modesty with. I think a simple
drum to keep time, and give the audience something to listen too as well.
The Belt Dance
The main features of a belt dance, is that it is a girl who
is owned by a warrior. He is there beside her as she performs. She is to dance
below his belt at all times, never rising to her feet. Her sole purpose is to
get the eye of the man, and please him. During the dance he will deny her his
attention, making her dance more lustfully, until he finally grabs her, and
bending her backwards, kisses her.
This dance can be performed wherever commanded, but mostly
in the furs.
The main thing I need for this dance is a Master to stand
beside me, and play the role. Other than that, just music, and a place to
dance.
I would make sure I had nice fluffy furs to dance upon, a
nice strong warrior willingly to play the part, lighting and music. The rest
will come from the way I writhe on the fur before him.
So it is no wonder that I want to be a good dancer in Gorean
Rp. So much so that I auditioned for a Gorean dance troupe. These girls go from
sim to sim and do impromptu dancing as a group. They also do dancing for
ceremonies, and special occasions too. When I learned of them, I was really
eager to join them. So yesterday I had my audition.
I won’t post the questions that were asked before my emotes,
but I will post the emotes I had to do on the spot to answer them. I hope you
like the emotes I have done. At the end of this post you will find out if I was
accepted or not!
Answer 1
Ula had stripped her clothing upon entering the long house.
Stepping a top an empty table she became nervous. Her left leg bent at the
knee, toes pointed on the wood. She arched her back just a little to show a
small curved line. She raised her arms high above her head, and her hands
relaxed, bending a finger or two. She could hear the crowd of men as they
talked and ate. Her heart began to race, her breathing picking up, allowing the
smoke that filled the room to swell in her chest. With a slam of a hand from a
Jarl on the table, she began to thrust her hips from side to side, frightened
that the men would be displeased to see the emotion that filled her soul
Answer 2
Ula had been in the sands swaying from side to side, her
arms like wings on a herlit in slow motion as they swayed back and forth.
Flowers had been tossed from the balconies of buildings, thick silken fabrics
tied around poles, and musicians playing their happy tunes. People were
cheering, and paga was served all around. Her hips thrust forward, the blue of
her silks chasing her legs tickling the flesh about her ankles. Her heart
swelled as she rocked her body in staccato movement in a circle. She caught
glimpses of free women, as they bought some pastries. One bit into it, and her
lashes fluttered. It made Ula smile, the same feeling she felt in her belly as
she danced. Her arms moved down her belly before thrusting to the side, the
aching need to be beautiful as she danced before the Free of the city that had
just been rebuilt
Answer 3
Ula continued to rock her hips in that thick staccato
movement, letting her rear shake for the pleasure of the men watching her. Her
smile was wide, and her body starting to glow beneath the sun of Gor. People
were still celebrating. The woman who had eaten the pastry had walked to her in
the sands. She was furious with her. She was so close that as Ula swayed, she
could feel the skirt of her robes touching her. She didn’t stop dancing as the
woman hadn’t said too. Her arms swayed to cover her as if she was trying to be
more modest, turning her back to the crowd and rocked her hips just a little
more, trying to hide from their gaze in a teasing fashion.
Answer 4
Ula rocked her hips to the left bringing her forward in the
sands. The kaska matched the racing of her heart as she danced from side to
side. Her arms threw themselves to her sides as bent her left knee and lifted
it again to thrust her hips towards the eye of the man. One arm pulled in and
wrapped around her belly cluthing her side to calm the ache of her slave fire
deep within her. Her free hand reached for the man, wanting him to grab her and
put her to his feet in all his Mastery. She spun then, her silks twirling in
the wind that lifted them, as she danced away from him coming to stand back
near the girl who just finished her twirling beauty
Answer 5
Ula could taste the paga off the breath of the men as they
laughed and scandalized the dancers near her. It made her belly ache, as she
rounded her hip to one side near the man of the ahn. A small smack came to her
backside and then he laughed. She whimpered softly, enjoying the feeling which
made her slip to her knees and part her thighs widely. The light from the oil
lamps that hung on the wall flickered, causing shadows on her body. Arching her
back she rocked her hips forward, her fingers rising higher on her belly, and
climbing up touching her flesh. She felt fingers touch her nipples which
weren’t her own, and she groaned with her rising need. Her sage eyes looked to
see the man before her enjoying himself. She grinned and then arched her back
more, her head nearly touching sands, before she turned and rolled to her
belly, crawling sensually away from him, so he could watch her backside. She
gave way for the next dancer to torture him with glances of her body.
Answer 6
Ula twirled in the sands freely, her arms stretched to the
ceiling as if searching for her freedom. Her right arm came down slowly,
touching the steel at her neck. Her hip rocked to the left, as her left leg
then moved and came out lifting gently, to reveal a naked foot and ankle with
golden bells strapped to her. They jingled when she moved, her toes touching
sand again before slipping to her knees succumbing to the need in her aching
belly
Answer 7
Ula sweat covered her body as she continued to move her hips
in time with the music. The drumming urged her to twirl. Her right foot started
to tap the sand as she moved her hips in wide circles. She could feel her
breath fast, escaping her parted smiling lips. Bending her knees she swished
her body from side to side as if the wind blew through her like a tree. Arched
her back far, bucking her hips to the front. When she raised her body up, her
thighs parted widely as her hands slithered down her body, and rested on her
thighs, bringing her movements to a graceful stop.
ƨραякℓℯ™ (sparkle.kling): Congratulations! Is happy to say... would
like you to join the Dance Pit Raiders of Gor! on probation. (Probation usually
lasts about 3 raids that you attend or may be extended if corrections are
needed)
Now keep in mind, I am so happy to get accepted, but I still
have some things to do. Finish all the dance classes, no matter who says I don’t
need them. Plus I have to work on my posting, because my emotes are way too
long. Although I have some editing to do on posts and still need feel more
secure in what I post, I think this will be an exciting adventure.
Stay tuned for future posts will be of all of us dancing!!!!
See no one is perfect, not even me. The proof is in the
pictures. One of the main punishments I get for breaking a rule, is writing
hand written sentences. My Master, knows how much I hate these, and that is why
he uses them. So here, I have messed up a total of 4 times, but he only had me
hand write them three different times, the fourth was typed because it was so
long, and he watched me. I wasn’t allowed to copy or paste.
Take a look at the pictures. I tried to make them as
readable as possible. Enjoy!
[20:19] ȷ'ѕ ʋɭɑ (inara.serrao) bent her knee in the sand pit before pointing her toes. Her other leg was nearly straight supporting most of her weight. The sand filled between her toes, as her body sank in to its fitting upon the pit. Her mood was a bit sour due to the lack of friendliness between the slaves in the pit. Her hip thrust out, as she bent her back a little arching it to perfection. Her slender arms raise as if osts were slithering through tall grass. Turning fire fueled eyes to the girls, let her tongue dart out to coat her lips, ready to begin releasing the tension in her body.
Question 2: Write a post from the middle of your dance
[20:27] ȷ'ѕ ʋɭɑ (inara.serrao) moved her hips faster to and fro, each thrust much harder than the last. She had come to dance for peaceful reasons but that slave that was rude made her temper rise. Her eyes were aflame, rage filled them. Her arms moved, wrists flicking to the ceiling. She turned her head, her crimson hair flying fiercely to her left. She wanted so much to grab a stick and thump the girl for being so rude to the newer slave. She spun, some of the sand kicking up, her heart racing faster in her chest, as she tried to calm her temper, to not dishonor her Master by harming a slave girl
Question 3: Write the end of your dance
[20:33] ȷ'ѕ ʋɭɑ (inara.serrao) movement slowed, to a sensual sway. Her eyes were closed as she was lost on a wave of pleasure. The girls angered her, even for a moment but once her dancing took over, there was nothing to stop her. Her hips swayed slowly in wide circles. The red silk slithered higher up her thighs, tickling her flesh. She bit her bottom lip hard to hide a cry of yearning for her Master. Her hands slid down her firm belly, the coating of sweat washed over her palms. Her hips rocked back and forth, slowly as she slipped down to her knees. Arching her back, she parted her thighs and collapsed in the rough sands, succumbing to her aching need, a soft cry escaping her lips. A sorrowful, “la kajira” escaped, the sound sad, lonely, that of a slave missing her Master.
The leash dangled down near her breasts, it was cold, and inviting. With a jolt she was lead down the streets of the city of Rorus, the man not able to see was led by a younger man. As we entered the small gardens near the falls, he placed to a bench, and I to kneel at his feet. Pleasant was the sound of the water as it crashed over the mountain and splashed into the small lake below. The younger man left to run some errands, and I left there beside the man who could not see. He spoke to me, but nothing to answer, only to listen. He began to tell me a story, of the sun and how it came to be, and I listened intently eager to know the ending, but when a wind flew about us, he said to me, “Girl, what is that I smell?” I tried to smell it too, but the wind had carried it off, “What did it smell like, Master?” I asked him, and he responded, “Long ago there was a girl, she danced in Ar, at a small café. She had lightness about her, and it is her perfume I smell now, soft and delicate but intoxicating.” I smiled softly and began to look around for this slave he so mentioned, or possibly the cause of such a memory.
Turning I look to the older man and said to him, “all that is here Master, is a beautiful flower, deep in crimson hue” she said softly, eagerly he petted my dark red hair, and said to me, “fetch one to me.” I quickly hurried to gather the flower delicately in my hand. Plucking it, I took it to him and said, “Here it is Master.” Then I held it before his nose, “yes” he said, “That is it” I smiled softly. “Tell me of it girl” then softly, I stared to the flower, lost in its gaze. It had wet dew upon its folds, and it was tightly closed, just starting to bloom. “It is a young flower Master, dark in the hue of scarlet, as the sash of a warrior. I let it touch his arm and slide down his flesh, and a small groan was heard from his lips. I smiled and then stopped just near his wrist, “Its petals are of the softest silk in all of Gor Master” I continued to let it trail up to his lips and said, “It is sensual and wet upon they lips, yet soft and light to the touch”
He gasped again, and kissed the flower. I imagined him taking the slave he longed for and kissing her lips. I could sense by his reaction it might have been what he thought of as well. My heart leapt for this desire, and then I pulled it back and smelled it, “its scent, soft, and light. Perfect for the match of finest scents of perfume Master” another breeze picked up and blew the scent of the rose bushes towards them. He sighed and groaned again. I plucked a petal, a small snap heard from the youngness of its unbloomed rapture. I swallowed hard and said, “It is young, and ripe like that of a white silk slave Master” then I could feel his hand in my hair, pulling me. Up on my knees I went, the flower between us, gave fruit to sweet delightful scents, as he kissed me hard, lost in a memory of a girl he long desired from Ar.
Sense of Touch: Stepping into the soft cool sand, beneath the three moons of Gor; I squish my toes in deeper to get a good stand. My crimson skirts are thick and heavy, and tied tightly around my waist. My fingers slide up my taut belly and then higher into the air. I shake my head, letting my garnet lochs cascade down my shoulders. The music begins to play, and with a twist of my ankle, and rock of my hip my skirts begin to twist and twirl up my legs as I start to tell my story of longing to the free who looked upon me.
Question 2:
Sense of Smell: As I sway, the drumming was louder, and my heart raced in my chest. I could smell the fire, its heat was intense, as the heat of my need for the touch of a man. I could smell its musky scent coating the night with it dark smoke. Each pop of moisture escaping the wood, made me dance much harder. I could see the eyes of the men upon me, and I was nervous to not be found pleasing. I toyed with my crimson skirts, lifting them higher to tease the men, but I was thankful. I could smell the thassa near us, hear the ships coming into port. Each wave brought the salty water wafting in the air to beat down the fire, to calm the heat, but my heat was far too intense, it could not be defeated, it could only be Mastered.
Question 3:
A. The senses that were described were, Hearing, Seeing, Touching
B. The ones left out were Smelling, and Tasting
C.
I continue to sway in the sand, the light of the moon shining down upon me, and giving me a tender glow. I slide my fingers through my silky lips, before darting my tongue out to taste the sweat that started to coat my body. I listened to the waves beating down upon the shore, and some shouts of men as they commanded me to be more sensual. Lifting my lashes I stare at the men, boldly daring them with my sage eyes to take me from the sands and make me perform a more sinful dance. I thrust my hips towards them, before twirling faster and faster, I breath in the smoke of the fire surrounds me, I want to choke to die from its strong scent but I could not. I danced before men.
As I spun I grew dizzy but it didn’t stop me. I shook my chest to them, teasing the men as they stared upon me. My eyes fogged over with desire to be put to the furs. I looked to the sand and gasped, it stuck to my legs and when rubbed together felt like rough rence paper that would make me raw. I heard cheering in the crowd, it made my cheeks flush darker, and they shouted calling to me, their cries to get their lust satisfied were singing into the night. I twirled, leapt, swayed to the sounds of the thassa, the crackling of the fire, the beating of the dancing drums. I fell to me knees, swaying seductively, my body coated with sweat. A man came near, gripped me, kissed my lips and then cheered as he tossed me to the pit. His tongue had shot into my mouth and I could taste the thick paga, and fried bosk. It was thick and left my lips numb, aflame to the touch of the man.
So I missed dance class for my Olni training. However I was given an assignment to make it up. So I will post my assignment here for you all to read!
The first question asked in class is why do we dance? Everyone had beautiful answers about pleasing the free, and filling a need within themselves. These are all correct; in fact I don’t even think there is a wrong answer to this question. When I think about dance, and the reasons behind it I can only think about my soul. When I hear the music, and feel intense emotions, the only way to express to these feelings is through my dancing. I get lost in another world, lifted to a higher place and then when I move, I try to express my dancing as best as I possibly can, and hope that the words do come out to make everyone who watches me, feel what I am feeling. Dance is a part of me, and I am a part of dance.
The second question asked in class, were about the different types of dances. You first have your impromptu dancing, which is what I call on the spot dancing. You do not have time to pre-write a dance, edit it, and make sure the flow is good. All you have, is the area you are told to dance, what is around you, and fast fingers to produce short but elegant posts as best you can right then and there to please the free. Most impromptu dances are in taverns, or in private homes of Masters.
Then you have your exhibition dancing. This is good practice, because you have a chance to prepare a dance, edit it the words, make sure your flow is graceful, and elegant. You can perform these dances for ceremonies, events, or just to show something you have created. These dances are not judged, just viewed for the enjoyment of the dance itself. Take the time to use your exhibition dance to find any flaws in performance before using it for a chance to compete.
Then lastly you have your competition dancing. This is a dance that you have pre-written, edited, matched with music, and dance animations, and are ready to use to compete against other dances, for prizes. These dances are elegant, and perfectly edited so that the flow of the dance, the sound of the music, and your animations come together as one. You want the transition of what you are feeling and saying to fully be felt and heard by the audience.
At competitions you will meet petty girls. Girls who are insecure with whom they are. Some girls who feel they are better than you, especially if you are a new dancer. They will mock you, be rude to you, and try to make you feel inferior to them, in order to slip you up in your dance. You just need to know that they are just trying to scare you. Just shrug it off.
So not many people know but I enjoy dancing. I know hard to believe. So my Master Lathan (J) is allowing me to attend all the dance classes in Second life, to improve my skills. Now, back in 2009 when I was first collared, I had been trained in basic slavery. I have since then applied myself to the training of four other slavers, plus underwent my own training that I did myself.
Now, in 2009 I did do dancing competitions, placing in first place in a few, second and third in some others. I stopped dancing when I became a panther girl in my role play. I guess for some time I lost interest in dancing. I wasn’t in the best of places then either. Now, I am back. I have witnessed some of the competitions that are going on now, and I am excited. The girls bring forth great competition, and their dances are beautiful. I know I will have to do my best to place at all.
So for a while I will be posting some of my homework assignments, practice dances I do, and pictures. Plus any competition I go to from now on, I will post winners, and their dances for your viewing pleasure. Once I complete the classes, I will post copies of my certificates. I am excited and I do hope you all share in my journey to becoming a better dancer for all the Free.
I was reading a post the other day on fetlife, relating to gorean slaves being sick, or disabled. Now the reason why I am writing this is because a ton of the comments really irritated me. I refuse to repost some the things I have read, because they were highly offensive.
Now we know, everyone in life goes through some sort of tragedy in their lifetime. I have been with Masters who have been in wheel chairs, or had a loss from their leg being amputated. This never effected my desire for them, or my desire to serve.
In the books John Norman talked about girls who would have their noses cut off, or were even hamstrung. They were still alive, and still made to serve. Goreans don’t have pity usually for people, but they are compassionate, often merciful, they loved life and everything to do with it.
So what does it matter if you get sick or become disabled. You can serve your owner still, and if they leave you for it, than in my opinion they weren’t worthy of you serving them anyways. I would never leave my Master’s collar just because he fell sick or injured. Instead I might have the opposite affect and worry over him, sit by his bedside the entire time. I would fight for him, and give him strength.
Just remember, sick, injured, disabled…they are just words, they aren’t who you are!!!
So, my Master and I visited Callera today for the monthly dance competition. I must say a lot of unique dancers, and I finally got to watch a Pani contract woman perform. Truly beautiful.
My Master doesnt enjoy them as much as myself, because its not actually just watching them, it does involve much reading with very long posts, but he knows my love for dancing, which I will be participating in competitions soon.
Now I will admit in my own opinion, there should have been a girl placed at least second, for her performance, but I was not a judge today, so it was not my decision.
I do believe all the dancers performed well, and it was enjoyable. Below are the dancers that won, and their performance, along with some random images I enjoy, and of course the ACTUAL song they danced too. So please listen to their music before reading their dances!
3rd Place: Kamini
[16:45]Kamini (catalina.staheli) rises up with liquid grace, making her way towards the sands, slim feet following the path of those before, the granules warm beneath her toes. Reaching the center of the sands, slender arms rose gracefully before her, deep azure gaze haunting as she waited to begin, heart pounding, emotion roiling through her. With a gesture from the Master, the slave took a deep breath, long golden lashes fluttering closed for a moment before with a whirl of lithe body, she begins to tell her tale...
[16:45]Kamini (catalina.staheli) moves forward, slender feet stepping cautiously through the fading dusk toward the bright glow of the fire, the men settling down upon the beach around it. Pale blue orbs glance to her left, seeing the serpent anchored in the frigid waters of the northern Thassa. The bond was home, brought back into the world she knew, one of survival, strength, unyielding force and wily gods.
[16:46]Kamini (catalina.staheli): Long, delicate fingers glide up to brush against the collar still worn, pale cheeks flushing as haunted gaze returns to the men around the campfire, those once friends, loved ones. Now Masters. The crack of the whip makes her jump, willowy form leaping, drawing shadows upon the sands as the sharp noise forces a panicked cry to rose-hued lips that was echoed by the other girls, sweet voices rising up into the night, laughter that jeers from those gathered about the fire.
[16:46]Kamini (catalina.staheli) moves away, golden crown of silken curls swirling about as she swoops down in an agile attempt to duck. The bond tries to escape attention, not realizing how the light of the fires drew patterns upon her own bared form, soft creamy flesh shimmering in the darkness.
[16:47]Kamini (catalina.staheli) cries out as another step through the pebbled sands had her smacking hard against the broad chest of a marauder, laughter was heard all around as the men looked up and saw her there, fathomless pools wide with fright, sensuous figure stiffened. Broad, weathered hands rose up to either side of the bond-maid, grabbing her upper arms and giving a good thrust forward, the sweetly curved creature stumbling closer to the fire, falling to her knees before the harsh, unmerciful gaze of the men.
[16:47]Kamini (catalina.staheli) felt the whip with the second cast, gruff voice rising over the crackling flames as the marauder chuckled "Ye've turned into a right southern slut!", others moving over to settle and watch, the girl's cry much different, tinged with the pain of that line of fire spreading down her back, mixing in a hint of red with the delicate patterns she had traced upon her form.
[16:48]Kamini (catalina.staheli): His words causing her to tense once more, azure depths sparkling with emotion as she rose, whirling in the sands, heart-shaped face lifting up to stare into the face the one she'd known all her childhood growing up, anger and pain filling crystalline gaze, heart wrenching at the smirk upon His lips.
[16:48]Kamini (catalina.staheli): "Please! Let me go! Free me!", the desperate words echoing across the sands, graceful arms rising up before her as she begged in a voice choked with sobs, words repeated a dozen times before and always met with the same callous laughter, hope dashed when she'd first seen those who had come into the village to steal and plunder, heart soaring as they'd taken her along...until the realization dawned that the past was ended, her present circumstances ensuring her position would not change.
[16:49]Kamini (catalina.staheli): Crystalline gaze glimmers with the unshed tears of hope lost that she would ever return to the lofty status once held, words offered in that gruff tone sealed her fate as he spoke once more "Yer where ye belong, beast. Now, dance fer us and show what a good silkie ye've become".
[16:49]Kamini (catalina.staheli): Any response was lost as again, a deep cry issued forth from the poor girl's lips as a second line criss-crossed with the first upon her delicate flesh, head thrown back as golden tresses cascade down, swirling about her luscious form. The bond-maid glances at the whip, a spark of
[16:49]Kamini (catalina.staheli) whimpers softly, shifting and twirling within the sands in her proper place before the men, small hands following sweet curves, highlighting her soft, feminine figure, head turned away, eyes downcast as she danced, shuddering as emotions roiling within, a trail of salty tears drifting down pale cheeks as the firelight turned silken curls into a cascade of molten gold.
[16:50]Kamini (catalina.staheli) feels the rush of the wind, the snap of the whip right above her once more, a moan escaping as belly tightened, the unyielding gaze of the men above her, surrounding her, driving passions to rise within, quivering with the intensity of emotions she'd learned within the freedom of the collar now worn.
[16:50]Kamini (catalina.staheli): Slender hands dig into the wild tangled locks strewn about her as she flinches, jerking back before scrambling to her knees once more and this time dipping forward to crawl step by step through the sands like the she-sleen she is towards him that held the whip, that had once looked upon her as an equal, and now saw but a beast upon the beach.
[16:50]Kamini (catalina.staheli): Full breasts jiggle against one another with each sensual sway of her form towards his boot, the bond kneeling there, thighs parting wide. The slave rolls her head along her shoulders, blond tresses flying about as she dances though never able to quite hide the collar that marks her, claiming her to all as slave, caste-less, right-less property, her hands sliding along her skin, across her taut belly and over her hips until she is stroking her bare thighs, whimpering in delight as she draws attention to her bared sex, soft petals of her flower glistening with the oils of her submission
[16:51]Kamini (catalina.staheli) hears the laughter of the men about, those she'd called friend before, the shadows painted upon her flesh from the fire as another crack of the whip sounds out, cringing with fear of one who has felt the agony of such a weapon before upon her. The bond-maid begins to pant softly with the effort of the dance, shimmying as she rises to her knees, the attempt to regain her feet, to claim some independence visible to all as pale cheeks bloom with color that glow in the wavering light.
[16:51]Kamini (catalina.staheli): With a cry, she sinks back down, thick lashes fluttering against rounded cheeks as breasts rose and fell, shivering, her thighs parting and her fingers caressing the silky delicate skin as she gazes from man to man, the need evident, the desire visible, giving into that lust coursing through her luscious form.
[16:52]Kamini (catalina.staheli): All around was forgotten now as she focused instead on what her heart and belly demanded, eyes turned upward, tears dried now as eyes lit up with an inner fire that had nothing to do with the blaze beyond, looking up to the towering marauder standing tall and proud above her, emotions clawing within too much to deny, fate sealed.
[16:52]Kamini (catalina.staheli): Gasping for breath now, finally ending her dance.Shaking and trembling, a final roll of her lithe form reducing her to the position of the pleasure slave, willowy form arching up, the bond-maid offering all that she was, a sign universal that all men of Gor understood as the marauder's gaze, harsh and bold, gleaming in the firelight, took in the helpless slave before them, shivering as she hears the gruff voice drifting down with the single word "Good.", the whip returned to his belt.
[16:53]Kamini (catalina.staheli): ~ La Kajira ~
2nd Place: Kira
[15:33]Kira (kira.swordthain): " A prized kajira, having been taken from the room after performing for her Master and His guests, finds herself chained to His couch. Bewildered, she shivers in the cool air, the fires have burned down to bare embers.. but with flickers still in their depths. Chained to her Master's couch she struggles to reach the fire bowl as she carefully loads fuel to the embers creating order, poking them into a hungry flickering warmth that lazily reaches out to stroke her gleaming skin"
[15:34]Kira (kira.swordthain) lowers her small frame to the tile, brow furrowed in worry; murmuring silently "had I not been pleasing?", head held high, proudly, yet, a slight quiver of her pink lips can be seen by the most discerning eye. Head thrown back, eyes the color of the finest of black wines stare at the ceiling, taking a quick glance about before sultry black lashes rest upon the apples of her cheeks;
[15:34] Kira (kira.swordthain) 's chorded stomach pulls her hips; sultrily thrusting them to the rhythm of the music as it calls to her from the musicians downstairs. "Confident in her skill as a dancer she replays the dance", seductive hips.. thighs.. grace in every movement, calculated to tempt, to tease....
[15:35]Kira (kira.swordthain) 's up-tilted breasts, harden nipples push hungrily against the barest whisper of silks that adorn her body. Gleaming, sultry lips part in a bewitching smile of anticipation and hope as the breeze begins to seize her silks causing them to dance against shapely thighs and calves.
[15:36]Kira (kira.swordthain) 's moan slips past her lips as small hands hungrily caress opulent skin drawing the eyes slowly to the perfect lines across heated, longing flesh, each strained muscle, perfectly chiseled as though carved by a Master artisan.
[15:37]Kira (kira.swordthain) taunts, teases her own shadow, full and alive, seductive, sensuous; blatantly seducing herself "unaware that he sees her body making promises that he has never seen before from her - this shy kajira, this one who whispered around his presence; timid, trembling with depths never guessed at; now confident in her movements about the floor" moaning as her mind translates her silk's touch into gentle strokes of passion against her clean, fresh skin, no fear of failure, as her own shadow and the firelight dance with her in celebration of the beauty of the night.
[15:37]Kira (kira.swordthain) "seeing the slightest of movement in the shadows; glances over her shoulder as lips turn upward bringing a smile across her features. His shape; His scent undeniable to her senses "wantonly she languishes her need before him... slender thighs part as her dance thrusts her to her knees.. her hands stroking her body, "sheer bravado inciting him more as his eyes gleam, with a hunger never seen; in the firelight, her lips part, throat cords in sudden emotion..".
[15:38]Kira (kira.swordthain) seductress, temptress; slowly she crawls, stalking, enticing allowing the warmth of her body, the fire's delicious licks and tastes within her igniting, fueling her desire her need, "the lure of the moon's caresses, her fragrant hair stroking into him the same storm of need that races in her veins for him this moment"
[15:39]Kira (kira.swordthain) "Her heart thunders in her body.. beating at the base of her throat as her eyes look into his... issuing steaming looks of " come ";" take ";"possess!" soft whimpers slip through lust swollen lips as the slave moves blatantly to seduce him, writhing sensuously, seductive glances peer out through her upraised arms as she slowly dances before him "allowing his eyes to devour her hungry body."
[15:40]Kira (kira.swordthain) continues her lure, skin, fevered with desire, shining as pearls of perspiration, tease and taunt trailing their way slowly between her breasts; hiding momentarily under the fine silk only to reappear dancing along the straining muscles of her abdomen; begging to reveal their secrets. Arms raise in supplication showing perfect lines and the sweet valley of her heat, rocking atop chorded thighs as hips pulsate like the ebb and floe of the seas in a violent storm; relentlessly crashing against the sandy shore.
[15:40]Kira (kira.swordthain) a low primal, almost mournful, moan echoes through the room as she salaciously strokes each soft curve of her body, tormenting her hard tips, molding, shaping,teasing,trembling as she gasps. Her breath catches in her throat as her neck arches, "the muscles in stark relief as the tension in her lithe frame builds like that of a tightly coiled spring, tightening her core, a raging fire of need and desire certain to scorch and sear all within reach
[15:41]Kira (kira.swordthain) 's chorded stomach pulls her hips sultrily up to the eyes... thighs muscling.. "the sexuality of her dance making him growl.. and his fists clench barely containing the animal in him that intends to rend her apart with the force of his lust.".. She gasps "realizing she HAD been pleasing"...
[15:42]Kira (kira.swordthain) darkest of brown eyes, hungrily look up from under sooty lashes. Chest rising and falling in supplication with each drawn breath her voice raspy with need body trembling with untamed desire she settles at His boots in full submission she announces proudly "la kajira!"
I started blogging a few years back, and ever since then I have been infatuated with writing. I had always wanted to be a writer when I was growing up, but I never pursued the dream.At the age of nineteen I was introduced to the BDSM lifestyle. This infatuated me; I loved all the kinky stuff involved. After exploring some ideas with a Dom, I started to hear about Gor. At first when I researched it, I thought it was just a fantasy game. So I turned it away, because games really aren’t my type.
I finally got introduced into Gor, and started to see what it really was. I am completely in love with Gor, with everything about it. The most I love about it; are the rituals involved between a Master and a slave. The beauty about it and the strictness of it all truly captivate me. I came to a place called secondlife, which is a 3d chat service. It is a good place to explore fantasies, and meet new people. It is here that I really took off in a gorean rp.
I met with much turmoil and heartbreak from this program. I finally turned it off for quite a while not wanting anymore to do with it. Of course I missed the people, the socializing and the feeling complete because let me face it, I have no one here where I live that is interested in my lifestyle. At least none that I can find. So it was through this program that I finally with all my grief found my Master Juivu aka J.
I met him as a free woman in secondlife Gorean rp. He wanted me to submit and I did but not in a game like manner, it was more a RT manner. From there we Rpd, and got companioned, which for those who do not know Gor, it means we are basically married. I am going to RP having his kids, and we are starting a family. This will be really fun. I am his full slave on a separate account, and I don’t care who knows, or what they think about it
We really hit it off right away, picking on each other, and flirting a lot. When he started picking around with more intimate questions, and demands we started to realize just how perfect we are for each other. So, he demanded my submission, and I gave it. I didn’t have to question it; it just felt right for me. It was sudden and unexpected and ever since that day, each day has been ever better than the last. I am smiling again, and just in a cheery mood.
So this blog will have all sorts of posts ranging from personal topics of things that I write about my relationship with my Master, to secondlife topics, to even just random things I want to write about. I am very excited to share this journey with everyone. So please do enjoy what you read.
