"Slave dance, that form of dance, in its thousands of variations, in which a female may excitingly and beautifully, marvellously and fulfillingly, express the depths and profoundities of her nature." – Magicians of Gor
After a hard journey with many dangers you find yourself standing just inside Master Tear's School for Wayward Slaves. It's renown driving you to make the journey. You are met by a nude woman with a neon pink band fitted loosely to her kneck. She falls to her knees, hands raised palm up well above her head stretched out to you. Sitting on them is a neatly rolled piece of parchment tied with a pink ribbon that matches the slaves collar.
The note reads....
Tal Traveler,
Please take off your coat and accept my offer of bread and salt. The pleasures of this house are yours. We have many slaves here as well as food and water.
If you would you wish to see the pens and get a sneak preview of the slaves for the block tonight please find a slave wearing a pink collar. They are owned by the house. Feel free to use them however you desire and beat them if needed.
It's a very good line up today. They have all been trained properly to serve men in all the standard ways right here in the greatest slave school in all of Gor. Dancing, cooking, cleaning, and of course in the furs. They are all red silk girls so they are fully ready to please. We will be exciting them before the block tonight. They will spend 5 minutes in a pen of male slaves before they are brought out so that they will be fully ready to be displayed.
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Perseverance. Learning. Patience. Can there be any of ways to satisfaction that aren’t mere works of fleeting fortune?
I waited for what felt like days, dancing under the many eyes in a large Tavern, a veritable Hub of Gor. Half of those eyes, I don’t trust. And some of my foremost fans put in an appearance to taunt me.
Yet in the end, Master arrived, and the evening we spent made all those eyes and hours worth enduring the Hub. He took me to a creepy little island whose name I can’t pronounce and we met a Free Woman within the empty hall of the Jarl.
Master had me serve Her, yet I’m fairly sure that He didn’t expect my service to be successful, as the hall was only full of fruit from what I can only assume was a recent raid on Schendi. I failed to supply the Lady tea.
Yet in doing so, I presented both a shiny example of Master’s sadism and a figure of my submission. The intriguing Free Woman seemed impressed by both, in that she was profoundly alarmed and fled. Master then used me and we slept.
The outcome was so very satisfying, yet the intricacies of the journey under His command were too. Like the fine Kaissa player He is, He used me as a piece in a scheme; part of a sinister seduction of sorts. Though my body suffered a whipping, my mind enjoyed the relief of being led by someone who thinks two steps ahead.
These are the times that give me both peace and purpose, acting as Master’s game piece and plaything. Being absent from Him, as a coin girl, increasingly feels like squandered time. The Men that fill me leave me empty, or worse. They occupy me with their failures. They don’t give me copper so much as they give me corruption to carry.
All pieces must serve their place in the grand scheme of things. My ardent hope, my aim, has become proving to Master that I am not a simple girl to be sacrificed to spearmen, but instead a figure that can move as many spaces beside Him as He needs me to.
Completely obsessed these days thinking about training position/slave positions for my beauty sub and thinking about what a great kajira she would be for me. I feel like an old Dom by rescuing things from the beginnings of BDSM even though I'm in my early twenties. 𖤐