Vows

I Found this somewhere. I don't remember. If anyone knows the site, please send it to me so I can add it.

The Submissive's Vow

I will communicate with complete honesty my needs, desires, limits, and experience. I realize that failing to do so will not only prevent my Master and I from having the best experience possible, but can also lead to physical and emotional harm. I will not try to manipulate my Master. I will not push to make a scene go the way I feel it should. I will keep an open mind about trying things that I am not accustomed to or comfortable with and expanding my limits. I will continue to grow as a submissive and as a human being. I will accept the responsibility of discovering what pleases my Master, and will do my best to fulfill His wishes and desires. I will not allow myself to be harmed or abused; I know that submissive does not equal “doormat”.

I will be courteous and helpful to my fellow submissives, I will share my knowledge and experiences with others in the hope that they will learn from where I have been I will take the time to help those new to the scene start out on the correct path.

I will be responsive to my Master, I will not try to hide what my mind and body are feeling so that I may assist Him in His responsibilities as my Authority, I know that Dominants are not telepathists, and will not expect my Master to know thought or feelings which I do not share.

I will never think myself a “better” submissive because I choose to submit on a different level than another. I will not be boastful of experiences I have had as a sub. I know that my actions reflect upon my Master, and will do my best to help others see him in a positive way; I will not intentionally embarrass or displease my Master.

Above all, I will wear my title of submissive with honor, I will never cause others to think that being submissive means to be weak or subhuman. I will take pride in who and what I am, and will never show myself in a negative way.

The Dominants Vow

As the Dominant to my submissive I know that she gives herself to me in mind, body, soul and spirit and does so of her own volition. In me she has placed confidence, reliance, faith, hope, and dependence.

I will endeavor to ensure my submissive’s needs and desires are learned, and her limits are respected at all times. I understand that the gift of submission is priceless and will cherish it always.

Through my actions I will demonstrate that I am in complete control of myself thus allowing me impress upon my submissive the need to relinquish any control she may subconsciously retain in order to facilitate our erotic power exchange.

I accept responsibility for all aspects of my submissive life, ensuring that each decision I make in her regard is the best for her body, spirit and soul. Never will I place my submissive in jeopardy, nor will I compromise the trust she has placed in me.

In order to bring my submissive to new heights and understanding, I will work to achieve a vast knowledge of all aspects of the lifestyle, thus allowing me to be the teacher that she so richly deserves.

I will honor, defend and guard my submissive at all times showing that my love for her will provide a safe harbor in times of adversity.

My Dominant self is rooted both in reality and in fantasy, yet I can easily differentiate the two never allowing the fantasy world to overtake that of the real world.

In times of distress and hardship, I will shed the role of Dominant and provide for my submissive, a supportive partner and confidante.

While often unrelenting and strict, bringing my submissive to tears, I will always kiss away the tears that are shed showing my submissive that while stern, my heart belongs to her.

I vow never to lift a hand to my submissive in anger. When punishment is needed it shall always delivered with a tender and discerning hand and for a valid reason.

I pledge to my submissive patience and understanding, tolerance and steadfastness allowing us to grow and nurture the bond we have established so that it may withstand the test of time.

Above all else, I will wear the title of Dominant with great honor.

Why I havent written in a while

I know it seems like months since I have written anything in my blog. I am going to keep this post short and sweet. Truth is I was really sick. Just got out of the hospital. I am alright, just had really bad pneumonia.

So now that I am healing and getting back into the swing of things, I will be adding more stuff to my blog that I have been working on. Stay tuned. A lot of good stuff coming your way!

Olni Class 7 Make up HW

Reading the log of this class made me think back about a dance competition I hosted, on my old sim called the Gorean Sanctuary. I didn’t dance that day, I was simply a host, and I had judges from off sim, and made sure none of their slaves were dancing. I wish I had this knowledge when I first started hosting dance competitions.

I never thought of finding judges who were knowledgeable on gorean dances. I didn’t have anyone to help me plan score cards, and I just took it from a whim, and wrote one myself. It was a simple one, but seeing the different criteria I realized how botched I was at hosting.  I enjoy judging competitions myself personally, and having knowledge about cache the animations, help a lot. I was always wondering why it did that.

I do agree with the fact that even if you don’t get the place you get, or feel you deserve you should never openly complain about it. Instead rejoice in the fact you got the chance to dance, to get your story out there, and just have fun with it. Even if you aim to win, your first thought should be about pleasing the free with your dance.

I do feel that when it comes to judges, it doesn’t matter if it’s a free woman, or a free man. It shouldn’t matter either, if you made them upset. A judge should never hold a grudge to you, during a competition. Upset or not, a judge should remain unbiased at all times, leaving personal issues outside, because it doesn’t concern the dance in question.

Giving music to Dj’s sometimes worries me. I know personally I enjoy my music, and I work hard looking for songs to dance too that inspire me. I really don’t want other people using my music, in a way I am selfish like that.

Over all, I say just take a breath, and know no matter what, don’t stop your dance, just dance because it’s in your heart. It doesn’t matter what place you get during a competition, if a judge scores you wrong simply because they have had, a bad day. Dance because you want to dance, not because you want to win!

Home Work for Olni Dance Class

Dancer of Gor Summary

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.

Sparkles Week Three HW

Dance of the Saeela

Opening Post

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.

GDPR

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!!!!

Not Perfect

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!