How wine came to Gor.

I've been thinking a bit about changing around the business I have - you can read more about that here. One of the things that I wanted to do was expand the types of wine we had, however that proved to be difficult. Due to the laws governing wine production in my state.

Thus any wines that we add will be avilable in Second Life only for the time being.

I wrote the following story in what I hope is something similiar to the way I see a folk tale being told on Gor.


The Story of Adena, and how wine came to Gor.


Long ago, when even the Glorious Ar was still but a small village. A powerful and strong Ubar had a lovely kajira with silken locks named Adena. She was his favorite and could dance and sing like no other and whose voice was like that of the birds themselves.

However, one day she fell out of the Ubar's grace. No matter how she begged or what she did to be found pleasing, she still could not make him happy. Then one day, she decided that rather then live without this man she would rather die.

Going into the servery she found some Ta grapes, that had been caste aside for they had spoiled. Thinking to kill herself, she ate the grapes and drank the juice of them! She then fell into a deep sleep. Upon awaking she found her mood improved.

"Oh Woe, what a lowly and miserable beast I am! I can not even kill myself! How can I please my Master!" And again, she ate and drank the juice of some spoiled Ta grapes hoping to end her life. Again her mood improved.

Failing to take her own life, she crawled back to her Master the Ubar. Who upon seeing the improvement in her mood and how she served was taken aback and went to see what had such an affect on her spirits. For three more days and nights this pattern continued and each night the girls mood improved.

Fire entered her belly again and she surpassed the highest levels of service. Till finally the Ubar questioned her. "Girl, once you were miserable and could not please me! Now you dance and sing like the Adena of old. Better perhaps! What has renewed your soul so?"

When told of the strange drink and the magic it contained, he went to the servery and studied it. Then ordered a barrel made to store it.

"This I declare" he said in a booming voice that even the Priest Kings feared, "let this Ta wine travel the land, so that others my share in our joy!" With that he freed the poor lowly slave girl and declared her his Free Companion.

And that is how wine came to Gor.

Last part of "A thief at the farm"

As I returned to my Master thinking to my self I had some peace my Master saw the Mistress physician standing in the distance and told me we where going to and get that shot.
I was not that happy hearing those words, and started to protest and wanted to walk away. Master then leashed me and started to pull me towards the Mistress.
"Tal Freya, can you help me" he asked her," she needs a shot against infection and maybe you can look at her hand again" "she's not very well...seems like chicken-pocks" I started to pull harder, and Master kept the leash short.
Mistress Gayle came walking over the bridge and saw me pulling, her soft voice asked me if I was well, and I shouted I was not. The Mistress nodded and said I looked rather pale. She stepped back hearing my Master talking and asked if it was contagious. I kept pulling and pulling shouting "nooooo".
"Maybe we go to the village "Master said to the physician. I was getting a little tired from pulling, when a Master arrived asking if anyone has seen a slave running.
Mistress physician said she thought I might be delirious from pain and infection. I turned my back towards all of them. My Master kicked my ass "where are you"re manners girl" I screamed feeling Master kicking me.
Mistress Gayle turned towards the Master "I saw one near where you stood before" she answered."A naked bond".
I kept pulling as hard I could, Mistress Freya smiled telling Master Boa she had to head towards the village to help me and asked him if he wanted to have a drink at the tavern while he was here.
My Master pulled me on my hair to the front of him facing the Free, and stepped in my legs to keep me down. I screamed, and grumbled feeling my Master boots on my legs. "Let's take taht bond to the infirmary" Mistress Freya said. My Master stepped dwon from my legs keeping the leash short and firm in his hand. "We follow Freya" he said to her. "hmmm hw about I follow you" she replied. Mistress Gayle laughed. "I dunno the way"Master said, while I was screaming that I would'nt follow. He yanked the leash on me."Gayle you better come with us" Master said looking at her. Mistress Freya asking if we wanted to wait a little more,
but my Master said we waited to long already.
"Yae I will come" said Mistress Gayle, "she looks in pain". Mistress Freya nodded to her "aye and makes me dizzy as well".
"Are you going to treat her" asked Mistress Gayle to the nodding Mistress."Yae that I will" she replied"let's run". The Mistress said to me to take deep breaths.
"No no no" I screamed" I wont I wont I wont". I could feel my Master's hand taking my hair, puling it again so I had to look at him "listen lil one..you wonna loose your hand" he said with angry voice to me. "No my Master please dont" I screamed at him. we entered the infirmary.
Mistress Gayle was blokking the door so I could not run away again,. Mistress Freya ordered me to lie on the bed, she would see what she could do .

My Master dragged me towards the bed " now jump on that bed" he yelled at me. I climbed on the bed, Master kept me down. Mistress Gayle was asking the Mistress if she needed something, and Mistress said with her soft voice "lie still girl I wont hurt you..move and the needle will probably snap your skin".I started to shake and mumbled softly to myself "what he is going to do with me?".....hearing the physician answering to the Mistress "aye some agrimony and kur fat". Only those words already would make you tremble.
Mistress Freja who was outside shouted to Master Boa where he was, she lost him again.
My Master explained the Mistress physician what happened and she said she already could see that from the place she was standing.
I saw Mistress Gayle standing near the shelves lookig for some thing when I shoutet "MASTER!!!!...dont let them cut off my hand pleeeeaaaassseee". My Master looked for a moment to me and said with his peaceful voice shus lil one". "You see, it is starting to infect" he said to Mistress Freya, while looking at her again.
"It's not!!! look!!" I shoutet to my Master. Mistress freya took my hand in hers and looked closely to the oozing pus,
while my Master kept talking to me" if you do not let Freya look at it and treat you, you will loose it,....now shut up and let her look".
I started to cry a little
Mistress Freya just did what she had to do, laying her hand on my forehead "hmm it's hot" she said "a fever obviously causing the delusion and caused by the infection. Mistress Gayle still loking for the items to treat me, returned to Mistress Freya, handing the agrinmony to her saing in the same time she could not find the
kur fat.
My Master could hear me sniffing and said to me to stop it or he would give me a reason to cry when we would be back home.
Mistress Freja who lost Master Boa shoutet to him "in here Boa"
I peeped a little trough my fingers of my hand which I kept over my eyes.Mistress Freya cleaned my wound with a premoistered rep cloth. I squeezed my eyes shot and turned my head away.
Mistress Freya assured Mistress Gayle she had some kur fat with her, and continued cleaning my wound.
I shoutet to her "aaaauuuuuwww..what are you doing????!!!???...this hurts!!!"
The Mistress placed the argrimony on the table near the bed. I heard someone placing smething on the table and quickly looked at it. my Master shaked his head telling me I would let me feel what hurts when we woud be back home.

"ssshhh girl...or it will hurt of that I can assure you" the Mistress said to me."No no no my Master...this already hurts enough" I assured my Master. "Then stop whimping" my Master said
"Mistress Gayle quickly stepped back out of fear she would be kicked by me.Mistress Freya smeared some of the agrimony on the wound and applied soe kur fat to draw out infection. Then she looked for some bandages. I was breathing fast deep in and out. Mistress gayle returned the jar of agrinomy where she found it. Mistress Freya placed some bandage over my hand "hmmm now the anti infection shot and herbal tea ro reduce fever". My Master kept looking at the Mistress her expert movements and observed me. "Shot!!!!" I yelled." What she means with that:".
Mistress Gayle turned towards the door, wher Mistress Freja and Master Boa where standing, nodded at them and then looked at me.
I started to shake my head a no no no, and grumbled words softly...
Mistress Freya placed a firm hand on me "listen girl you lie still or you will experience pain taht can only imagine....needles broken and veins are not nice". She said to me. My Master trows an evil look at me
"shus and let the healer do her work". I then looked at the Mistress, and kept silent not daring to move an inch.
I heard some noise near my bed...Mistress Freja saw a bowl..took it..looked over at Master Boa as he pours something in the bowlnpt knowing what it is...thinking to herself "I think this is something we can drink".
She took one of the cups up to her mouth.
Mistress Freya filled up the Syringe wit the anti-infection serum and then gently placed it into my vein.
She pushed the plunger down, making sure all the serum enterd my bloodsystem.
Master insured the Mistress I was treatened by a slave , but that she was not allowed to give me a precousiuos shot.
"I'm fine Freja" Master Boa said..."drink it Freja I dare you" .then Mistress Freya shoutet at her after she finished giving me the shot
"dont drink that Freja....its breeding wine!!!!" to late she finished the cup of breeding wine.
Mistress Freja runs quickly out, and Mistress Gayle looked quick to Mistress Freya.
"I think she was worried" said.Master Boa
Mistress Freja sticked her finger deep down in her throat and trow up in the flowers outside.
Mistress Freya tried to concern over me , patting me " now you did well..next time...you wont be soo scared". I will always be scared for needles I thought, sight deeply and looked at my Master.
My Master smirked to me "you are a pussy..I told you before"...I could only purrrrrr.

I heard Mistress Freja saying walking in again " oh now what have I done".
Mistress Gayle runs to Mistress Freja's side " are you alright..what can I do now?"
Master oa asked Mistress Freya if she has the neccessary to counter the wine she drunk?
Then another Master walked in, Master Hjalmar. "What has happen, are you sick" he asked.
"Let me trow over" Mistress Freja said "I m fine".."yes I just trow up, so I will be fine".
" I dronk something, not knowing what it was and welll... I dont feel so good".
Mistress Freya kept talking to me " now just peppermint tea and the fever should go down real fast"
"yes tea" shoutet Mistress freja " I need tea" Mistress Gayle nodded "I have some mint tea"....smiled " I will bring it to you
"Maybe we give both some so te be sure it works" my Master said...."Oh yes please dont tell Mooch" Mistress Freja said.
Mistress Freya laughed "aye Freja, the bitter sip is in the black vial marked slave wine"
"I will run home" Mistress Gayle shoutet whil she was walking out of the infirmary
My Master said it would be to late for that, Mistress Freja almost strated to cry "Freya does it take long before the wine does it work?" asking her.

My Master asked the Mistress physician if I needed to come back soon for another check, while she was patting on Mistress Freja's shoulder "dont worry I have the concentrated version of bitter sip, all will be well". she turned towards my Master " aye I suggest you bring her back tomorrow...just to be sure".
"Yomorow" I asked. Master nodded " and what should I be aware of?"
Mistress Freja sat down on the chair, hand covered her face and shaking it. My Master rubs his chin hearing the words rom Mistress Freya and shaked slowly his head.

"I am in trouble" Mistress Freja said " bitter sip or commonly known as slave wine" Mistress freya said.
Master Boa said he had some slave wine in his stash at home.

Mistress came back running carefully with a tray and placed it down on the table.
My Master ordered me to come and heel next to him.

Mistress Gayle started to pour some mint tea hastely for Mistress Freja. I jumped of the table carefully and kneeled next to my Master. Mistress Freja takes the cup from the tray and almost drop it on the table, herhands where shaking badly.
"Would the girl want some tea Freya" Mistress Gayle asked. The Mistress smiled "aye that would be a good idea". she placed the cup near to me, while my Master reached into his pocket and holds a silver tarn to Mistress Freya "here for your time" he said.
Mistress Freja was placing he hands around the cup and started to drink. " Boa dont tell anyone ok?" she asked him.
Mistress Freya took the piece of silver tarn and thanked my Master. "it was my pleasure" she said, "and you where very brave lil one" .Myself I thanked the Mistress for her good care, but told her I was scared.
Master Boa was trying to convince Mistress freja he had at his home something to counter for what she had drunk. "I keep it hidden" he said.
Mistress Freja looked up to him " I understand" she said.
I could hear my Maser thinking "yeah right Boa..the same fluid I always keep hidden".
"I keep all of that hidden" said Master Boa cant have anyone stealing it".
Mistress freja looked down at the table " how could I be so stupid" she said. "Come her Freja" Master Boa asked her, and gave her a big hug.
Mistress Freya smiled a little "we all make mistakes..Freja, and that one was easely fixed".
"Thank you" replied the Mistress in question, whil Master Boa had another idea to take the Mistress to his room.
I was sipping my tea listening to all of this, then cought hearing those words.
"But Sir Boa I am a taken woman" she replied to him.
"I was only joking" he assured her."I can not go with a man to his room" said Mistress Freja, "I dont know why I did drink it". "It just looked like wine".
"Would anyone like more tea " shoutet Mistress Gayle in the room" she looked over into the room noticing no one need more tea, looked at Mistress freja in the hope the horrable taste wold have dissapeared of her mouth.
Master Boa told her she will have to be careful - a guy might take advantahe next time cause of it-. "Freja" he said "you know I am very honorable".
My Master saw I finished my tea "you can wait outside lil one" her ordered me. I replied him as I always do and walked outside the room, wishing the Master and Mistresses well.
I stepped outside with a happy face, I still have my hand, and after all it was not that bad this injection.
I heard my Master thanking again for their help.
I coud still hear them slightly talking inside, Mistress Gayle's soft voice talking to Mistress Freja, she hoped she felt better already.
My Master winked to me to heel, passing the Mistress shaking his head, as he had a wicked smile around his face.

At last back to our camp.

a thief at the farm (part 3)

Travel to Cardonicus
Approaching the gate we saw many standing chatting to each other, Master nodded a tal, myself greeted the Masters and kajirae. The master who was standing in front of my Master was asked by him if there was a green around. The Master was not sure if there was one at this moment. A kajira replied as well she has'nt seen one."but maybe a slave can show you the infirmary and you can look about in the city" a Master said. My Master looked a little worried and replied "hmmm that's to bad....then I have to continue my search. Even myself started to be worried.
"Who is in need to of help yourself or your kajira", asked Master Feliciano.
"My lil one here", she is hurt by a knife during holding a verr and when no one looks at it, it might be infected" The Master looked at a girl named dy and told her she might be helpful. "well go and offer your service then".
"Well if she knows what to do then its fine with me" replied my Master. She said she was trained by a green Caste. I looked up with questioned eyes at my Master. Would this be the right thing to do?. But one had no other choice to follow the girl who was leading the way to the infirmary.
We had to wait for a short while outside, cause she needed to ask permission to her Master.
I started to tremble a little. "My Master will she be able to help this one?" I asked him.
The girl came back and I had to follow her.She said my Master could come in and watch. "I will be near" he replied. I was so thankful hearing those words. The girl ordered me to sit on the end of the table. Carefully with one hand I climbed on it.
She asked me where it hurt, as my Master told her what he already did to help.She unwrapped the cloth on my hand and told my Master she needs to look at it to know what she needs. I could feel the cloth already sticking on my skin when she unwrapped it. I started to wibble with my toes, starting to get a little nervous of what would happen. The girl walked over to the cupboard, looking for a bowl some clean cloths and meirgold. my Master told her I needed a shot probably as well.
The girl said she was going to use the oil to clean the wound.She poured the oil into the bowl, and washed her hands, she added some warm water to the bowl. I smiled to her when she stepped back to me, and said softly to me " now this is going to sting but it will clean and help"
She then gave me another cloth and said "if it gets too bad bite down on this, but I will be as gentil as I can". I looked with scared eyes to her, but noticed her gentle face, and trusted her, looking at my Master seeing the same expression on his face, I was sure.
She was wetting the rag in the bowl, and carefully started to clean slowly, making sure to get all the repcloth away. I saw how carefully she was working , and saw all the blood disapearing. I could not stop to mumble some words, it was stinging anyway, how carefully she was doing it, it was hurting me.
She asked me what my name was, and whisperd to her I awas not allowed to pronounce my name, but then quickly whispered my name to her.
"Master do you mind I give her some kanda leaf" she asked my Master. He nodded to her "but not to much"
"I will be careful with it Master". She walked to the cupboards and broke a piece of kanda leaf in half and gave it to me. Telling me not to swallow it. I started to chew on it, thinking how faster I would chew the lesser I would feel the pain.
She looked at the wound and was getting a needle and tread, "ok fran I need to put two stitches, they will be small and close together. I will be quick and gentle as I can hun".
"do it quickly sister" I asked her, and she pinched the flesh together while I was looking at my Master, using the needle to make two stitches and released my hand. I bite on the cloth as hard I could, but still was screaming....
"ok that's done" fran she sudden said. "That's all I replied, looking at the same time at my hand, "you are really ready?"
The girl walked back to the cupboard to take some salve and a roll with bandages "if it gets wet or if it bleeds though, you may need to change the bandage".
"So the worst is done...I will go outside" said my Master. I took the kanda leaf out of my mouth and kept it in my hand to trow away later. I nodded to hear hearing her words and thanked her for being so kind to help.
She said my Master was right to get a tetanus shot, and she was not allowed to give that. A Green should do that.
The stitches would have be removed in 10 days, and if no one else would have time she would be gladly to do so. I would surely remember that, cause she was gentle to me.
I looked toward the door opening where I could see my Master waiting. "thank you so much sister" and jumped of the table, walking to my Master and heeled at his feet.
I looked up to him when I saw him reaching to his belt, knowing where he keeps the sweets I smiled, he took out his little bag a dade and gave it to me. I handed over the salve and bandages to my Master, and thanked him for the dade.
The girl was grateful at my Master "thank you for letting me treat her Master " she said and walked away...back to Heimdal.

Back at Heimdal

Ariving back at Heimdal Master Matt was waiting for us, asking if all went well. My Master was tired from the travel and said to Master Matt to take me to the farm to get the verr.

Entering the farm all was still bloody. The verr lying on the floor, the skin almost detached. It just needed to be cut into pieces. "How is your hand fran?" he asked me " are you able to hold anything?"
"yes Master" I replied, " this one can drag a piece of the verr with her other hand". "Even puts some parts in her backpack".
"Well I start to cut it up....use your legs to hold it still so I can cut it well"
I moved closer to the verr...my body slightly started to tremble...hoping Master Matt would not be silly to cut in my leg, or my other hand. I pressed my weight on the body of the verr . Master Matt took his sword, saying "I think sword will do it fastest...I am sure I can be carefull this time"..as he pulls the sword out placing it on the verrs body. He lined up and stated to cut into it.
I turned my face away, noticing he took his sword...not wanting to feel it in my face.
Master Matt
Then begins to move his sword up and down on the verr. I saw how it was sliding into its skin. "you think this is the best way? or should I just try to slice at it?" he asked me. "No Master" I said " just be quickly before the Mistress returns."Just cut it into big pieces and we bring it to the cave."The Master swinged with his sword into the verr then stands up and swings it the other way . As he looked down at the mostly equal cubes of meat "hmmm yes" he said " I think that was much better asnd faster idea girl"
"Well done Master" turning my head again, knowing all was done.
He then winged again with his sword into a couple of large pieces , while he watched with joy slicing them into small pieces. "ok girl....all done best pick them up now". He said.
"Master tug some pieces into this one's backpack as well". I took a piece of the leg ready to be dragged to the cave. Master Matt quickly tugged some pieces into my backpack. I looked at the Master asking him if all the pieces where taken, and if Master was ready to head back to the cave.
"Come fran let's go back to Storm" he said. and so we walked out of the farm to our cave.

Quickly we walked into the cave, I dropped the big piece on the floor, Master Matt watched me as I put out the meat and leayes out " that thing will sure be tasty"
"It surely will Master" I smiled up to him...and then looked at my hand, questioning myself who would prepare it.
"Make sure that meat is hidden first though incase anyone comes her searching for it" the Master sad to me. I started to hide all the pieces . "These are really heavy Master, especially that one over there Master, maybe Master would be so kind to help this one", I asked him. Master Matt nodded at me picked up the heavy piece and carried it over the table to the servery, and hides the piece high up "there...none will find it up here". I giggled "yes Master indeed...thank you for helping this one..." and quickly glide on my knees again ready to head back to my Master and bring him the good news.
Master Matt ordered me to go back to my Master, I wished him well, and walked out of the cave.

I still needed my shot against tetanus....but that will be the fourth part of this story

A thief at the farm (2)

While my Master was taking this girl to the village, Master Matt suppused to kill the verr, losen the wool from the skin and....well cut it into pieces.I turned myself for not be able to look how he woold kill this poor verr.
Master Matt drove his blade through te nack of the verr as he watched the blood shoot over his fingers, feeing the crunching of the bones, " well that was the most human way" as he lays it on the floor beside me " here, all yours". I watched Master Matt just taking away the last breath of the verr, and waited untill he cleaned the inside and most of all skinned the wool. I closed my eyes fast agayn when I saw all the blood in the pure white snow. He removed the useless inner parts.
Master Mattt looked at me and asked me "girl do you know best way to get the skin off, I steal most of my food, I don't skin". I could only shake my head, "jst cut it with a very sharp knife slowly from the skin Master, but be careful it needs to be done in one movement...don't slip aside wth the knife". I hoped I was of some help with this, cause never seen a verr been skinned before
"I will try"..I'm sure I will mess it up though" and laughed, " maybe I should find a professional to do this".

"fran you hold it while I cut it...I'm sure that's the best way", I moved closer and sat on this bloody verr.

I sat still as good as I could, making myself heavy and holding my hands on it to keep the poor moveless verr stabile. Master Matt started to cut slowly the upperskin with the wool from the skin, watching it separating slowly...., While Master Matt was working with all his attention on what he was doing, Master Artan came saying Mistress Freja was missing. I sudden saw Master Matt his knife moving closer to my hand, he was speeding up the cutting, as his hand slipped away catching my hand slightly. He lloked quickly what he did wondering how bad it would be.
I screamed "AUUUUUUUUUWWWWWW, Master!!! what happened...I looked at my hand and saw the blood streaming from the top of my hand. I started to shout" This hurts", and the pain was getting worse.
Master Matt heard me screaming "what, eh nothing...." while he looked at the blood pouring from my hand, quickly tiurned to my Master to see if he noticed,wondering what he was going to do now.

"I think the verr may not have been dead" he said and laughed a little "did it bite you"
I quickly took some snow with my other hand and wiped the blood away from my hand in the hope the bleeding would stop, tears were rolling over my cheeck, the pain was unbearable. I started to bite on my lip for not making a sound and cried out loud "Master look at my hand what will happen now?"
Master Matt looked a little worried for when my Master would find out "eh I think maybe we should get you to a green...would not want to get that..cut...eh I mean bite...infected"."Do not worry girl..it will be ok" he said to me and tried to calm me down, not wanting to alert my Master who was working on a scroll for Mistress Lucee.
"Oh yes please Master let's hurry, before my Master notices something" I said with a soft crying voice. I took more snow and wiped again over my hand whitch was bleeding and would'nt stop. Master Matt gave me a cloth to cover it up and stop the bleeding a little "come lets go...lets go we leave the verr here!". He wrapped the cloth over my hand when he saw I was struggling with it and walked as fast as we could to the village.
Ariving in the village there was a little panic around, probably about Mistress Freja still missing, when Master Matt started to ask if a green was around, "this girl has cut her hand,....need a green to ook at it...it seems quite deep..."
Master Traum replied while the others where still talking about Mistress Freja's missing" just a moment I run to healers office". "No no greens around" he said, after coming back. I kept wiping my tears away with my other hand. Misress Kat said to come with her, she would put some salve on it and bandage till a healer would be able to look at it.

Master Traum kept searching and run back out of breath " the healers office is empty, but our bond has experience", and looked at the girl named yslkee.
She looked up immediately when she heard her name "please yes please" I could only say.
" this one helps her homestone physician.....may this one see the bonds hand" she said.
"Yes you may " said Master Matt
I carefuly unwrapped the cloth from my hand, closing my eyes for not to see how deep the cut was.
While she was inspecting my hand, smiled and craddled my hand and chew on her lips for a moment, at the same moemnt I heard footsteps behind me, a voice the voice of? , Master Traum greeted my Master.... MY MASTER!!!?!!
"What's wrong lil one?" he asked me, looking at me
Another bond came when she heard someone crying
I did not dare to look at my Master, kept my head bowed,
Master Matt turned and stepped away, trying to blend himself in the crowd, the moment he saw my Master.
He looked at my hand "what happened?...." then he looked into the crowd for Master Matt
I mumbled some words " a little accident my Master" and quickly hide the hand behind my back again."So tell me what happened" Master asked me. I glared to Master Matt quickly. Master saw me looking at him, raised an eyebrow..."Matt what happened?" he asked him.
"jus a little cut Storm..nothing worry about..it was either the animal was not dead....or maybe my knife slipped".
my Master walked closer to me "show me that hand" I kept turning my face away from my Master for him to see my tears. He kneeled down and reached for my hand. I could only bring my hand in front of me, still holding my face to the left.my Master took some snow and wiped the blood away to inspect the cut.
When sudden Mistress Dalilah walked in " Tal, does anyone realise Fraja is missing?"
"Storm?" The bond who helped me moved herself out the way. My Master looked backwards when he noticed Mistress Dalilah, nods a tal to her..."no I did not know that" he said. While my Master inspected my hand, Master Matt watched my Master,, answering the Mistress " I heard something about it Dalilah, artan...was asking but I was a little distracted at the time.."
My Master reached for a little bottle of paga from his belt, took the vork between his teeth and poured some over my hand My eyes were only focused to master Matt, when sudden I felt the liquid over my hand and jumped "aaaaauuuuwwwwch". Master Artan who just arrived answering to Mistress Dalilah he did not know where Mistress Freja was asked " what happened to fran?"
Master Matt said he would be back in a moment and asked Master Artan to come with him.
my Master puts the cork back on the bottle and placed it back on his belt. I started to shiver, he took a clean piece of repclothe and winded it around my hand and knotted it. He strokes my hair when he said to me we needed to go to see a healer, to give me a shot. "a shot my Master??" I asked him with eyes widened.
"my Master this really hurts, how coud this happen?" I asked my Master while I looked up to him.
"yes", he said " so it will not get an infection" "heel lil one" he said when he raised himself.
"all this because of this stupid....stupid" and hold my voice.
My Master wished all well and I followed him, thanking the bond quickly before leaving the village.
Master Matt came running into the village, when I just could hear him saying that Freja was safe.
And asked my Master how I was. "Well Matt, she needs a shot against infection she might get.

My master took me to Tharnock, the city we where before, to do my examination . Since this was a year ago this took place, my Master wanted to have me checked again.

We came at Tharnock....and all was so quite. We waited..... and waited in front of the infirmary. Where was everyone...no physicians, only a Mistress passed by to whom my Master asked if there was a green around.

My Master was thinking of another city to travel to, and so we did.

We arrived at Cardonicus, at the gate there was rather a crowd with Masters, and kajirea talking about the lateste gossips from the city.

This part you will read tomorrow....smiles...keep reading.....

a thief at the farm

What a day...it was...all started when this one was not around yet, so here a bit of what happened before
fran was with her Master...
My Master capped her close to the village...Master Matt was there also as another Master passed the conversation started ... she was scooping around the city, and maybe trying to steal things. Said to the Master she would be a good bond for the village.
My Master turned her over and she groans...He started to bind her writs and her ankles

She replied: not stealing...looking..there is a cave yes? don't tie please
Master Matt asked my Master if we where going to keep her, and my Master asked if he wants her.But he could use her to get lacey back which he captured earlier but escaped, and he could have his revenge

The girl started to ask to let her go and she would get Lacey if she knew where to find her "I can bring her whoever she is.I promise".
My Master kneeled close to her...looked into her eyes "who you think you are, you can bring lacey back""what's your name, and where you come from girl named okie?"
Master Matt whispered "do you think she will come back?""what is stopping you running away and not returning..what promise would you offer?"
She started at Master Matt "I lived in a cave once, I am looking for it, there is many places since then, no homes"
"well there are many caves, girl named okie" replied my Master, he looked at Master Matt"well she is not particially dresses for the fokking frost here" okie bites back the insults and said" I was dresses better before, before I met some other of your kind""I might freeze to death if you dont let me out of the snow please"
Seems my Master heard some shooting at Lucee's farm and maybe she shot some of her stock..
they went to her farm to check her stock. The girl grinds her teeth, and my Master pulled her on her feet, tows her over his shoulder, and walked to Lucee's farm.
Master Matt said he thought to have seen some bloodin the snow when he run to my Master
the girl said that everyone had to eat, she groans when she recognised the farm. The my Master asked her where she did hide it.The girl asked hide what?. A verr replied my Master to her, she shaked her head and said she did'nt touch any verr. my Master asked master Matt to go and look for some bloodtrail, he noticed an arrow near the fence, and told her she ain't not a good shot. He compared it with hers and it looked like her arrows.
She said that she shoots fine and only was testing the string of her bow.my Master dropped her on the floor and again he asked her where she hide it. The girl laying on the floor tryed to convince my Master by bringing Lacey and 2 verr, she did'nt hide anything and again where she would hide it

Then this one arrived seeing her Master from the distance and waks towards him to heel beside him.
I heard my Master talking to the girl not knowing what was going on. He said to her why she would bring 2 verr when she steals 1 from the farm. She did'nt steal a verr she said.
Master Matt seemed to have seen some blood and yelled at my Master that he could'nt see where it came from or went, he would continue to look further.I heard the Master yelling words about blood not knowing what was happening and looked towards the farm where I could see Master Matt. The girl started to shiver from the laying in the snow and when my Master said he would squeeze out an answer out of her. He kneeled down and draws his dagger, trails it over her stomach and up to her troat "now tell me where you hide it" The girl started to clench her jaws holding her breath and said "oh really did'nt take a verr, I swear"
"Well there is blood and an arrow of you...and one missing" Since I was in the farm the day before I had to count them again
The gitl thought to be clever and said" look at my hands, if i'd killed a verr, would not there be blood?" "Well you seems a very clever girl..almost no cloths on...nothing with you to eat"
In the mean time fran was was inside the farm and looked around, when master Matt was yelling that he sees a wounded verr, that could die soon, and not knowing what hppened to it.
I was counting them and shaked my head, shouting to my Master that I thought one was missing, there where more the day before at the farm, I was very sure about that.
MyMaster said to her she was going to pay for it, the girl tried to roll over" I did'nt take it, but I will bring 2 and lacey, yes?"
My Master grabed by her feet binds and drags her inside the farm, near a bunch of straw. "do what you must do then, but it wont change that I did'nt take the verr" and sighed, she was to proud to keep defending herself and started to at her bindings with the tips of her stretched fingers, hoping to pluck an end from the knot and work it loose.
Fran walked back to where she belongs and saw Master Matt inspecting the verr.
It was limping badly and while touching with he could feel the blood streaming over his hand, the poor vurr struggled and Master Matt quickly saw an arrow sticking out. He then quickly pulled the arrow out, not caring if he would hurt it more. He looked at the arrow and noticed it looked similar to the one my Master found near the fence.
He tosses the arrow towards my Master shouting " catch! as the arrow flys trough the air direction my Master." is this the same arrow as you found"
I bend my upperbody quickly aside to escape the arrow.. the girl frowned hen the arrow soars through the air
My Master catched the arrow, and took the other one he had found near the fence, he nodded that they look alike and turned to the girl. He holds the 2 arrows in her eyesight and said to her " well I think this was yours...or not.." and shake with the one with blood on.
Poor little verr I could only say, shaking my head.
Master Matt let the poor verr go and pats it slightly, as he watches it try to limp of "well not sure there is much we can do for this one...but I do not know much about healing animals...maybe I should just put it out of its misery?"
My Master could only nod and blame it on the girl "you where going to anyway weren't you" she said, " I only shot that one because it attacked me!""Its rabid", "but I did'nt kill it and take it away or hide, just like I said I did'nt"
I shouted to Master Matt nooooo Master stop...give it a chance" and looked with very angry eyes at the captive girl, in the hope she will be punished for her deeds.
She glared to me and said "what would she know about being hungry" My Master asked her hoe she would know it has rabid..was she a green?. "because it attacked me" she said.
My Master knows the owner of the farm has a healthy stock, he said with an angry voice "well maybe you scared it!" "well you wounded it and it looks bad..we have to kill it now to put it out its misery"
the girl even dared to say or ask to give her the skin and roast it, If I have to pay for it, it should be mine". How could she dare to say this!!!
"well you do not need it" said my master angry. I was looking to the limping verr with sad eyes, knowing soon it will be taken out of its misery because of this stupid...stupid...girl.
My Master then decided to take her into the village and the magistrate wold deal with her. He bend over to her and lifted her on her feet and then trowed her over his shoulder again. "well if you do this I will never bring lacey to you" she said
Master Matt heared my words and lowers his sword noticing the verr coud not go so far "well I will put this one out of its misery then".

Myself could only give a little smile to my Master hearing his words she would be dealt with the magistrate, and will learn a lesson for hurting a poor innocent verr.
Master told me when he was walking away that I could clean it and take the wool and skin to prepare a meal for the.
"this is my skin, my meat " she shouted when her Master left the farm.
"The that slave will ruin the skin, and she sure can't butcher it" not knowing of course that Master Matt would butcher it.


My Master dropped her in a cage, while she was trying to negociate with him " Please let me just replace the animal".
My Master said to her, it was a little to late for that, she did steal it and if he were'nt there it time, she ould have stolen it for nothing.
"I did not steal" she said again, "well you hurt it and had maybe attentiion to take it".
"I f I was going to take the animal I would not have left it" and frowned. My Master grins at her words she did not steal...he closed the door of the cage and locked it.

Fran and Matt where still at the farm....but this part and the continue of the story will be placed tomorrow....SORRY

Something a little different

Normally I would not post Role Play to this board...but I was talking about how Role play (RP) is like an interactive novel. For example, I posted a little bit of RP to my Gorean Wines blog for your reading pleasure.

So I will direct you there.

Ceri

((This is a work of fiction.))


It was hard to believe that a mere two weeks ago she sat on the other side of the square laughing with her friends and getting teased. "Ceri wants a collar!" they laughed when one of the big warriors gave her a wink and she showed a bit of ankle to him.

He just laughed and moved on. She was still barely into her sixteenth summer and he was at least twice her age. The girls giggled and laughed and she laughed to telling them "I don't want a collar! You do!"

Truthfully she didn't. Unlike many girls her age she liked to talk about boys, looked at boys. She knew some of her friends would soon be taking Free Companions. She had looked at herself naked in the mirror and liked what she saw. But she never once thought of wearing a collar.

Now she did, and it scared her.

That was two weeks ago and the sun was just starting to peek out from behind the leaden clouds. "It's going to be a wet cold day" she thought and curled up into a fetal position. Then despite herself laughed, amazed at how she could think of the weather on the day of her sale into slavery. She sighed and tugged on the chain on her ankle. It was not going to budge she knew that. There were no more tears. Although she knew there would be fresh ones soon.

She was young, pretty, untrained and because of her fathers debt, cheap. "A bargain," the slaver had said "give me 3 months and I could get a silver for her!" But the debt to the city was not even half that. So she would be sold to a another slaver hopefully. Where she might be trained to serve well, a rich man's house or pleasure garden.

"I am already thinking like a slave" she thought and cursed. For what they wanted for her she would most likely end up in a paga tavern somewhere. Serving food and drinks to ugly mean men that could use her for a price of a cup for paga. She shivered and blamed the cold morning air. At least the Market was still empty. At least her friends would not see her shame.

"Did you hear about Ceri? She's a slave now, sold this very morning. Her father was such a low life, never paid the city taxes! Would rather spend it on wine and song in the taverns!" She started to cry anew thinking these thoughts. Oh the horror of possibly serving one of her fathers friends!

The cuff on the back of her head brought her back to reality. "WE HAVE CUSTOMERS KAJRIA! ON YOUR KNEES!" Ceri quickly went into nadu. She felt the slaver's quirt on her back once and straitened, thrusting her breasts out and sucking in her tummy.

"Buy me Master" was the refrain and it started on her left. Ceri started to quake...but the man and his free companion never made it to the little brown haired girl. They stopped three shy of her and purchased a blond they named Dina on the spot.

Again Ceri looked across the square, cursing her father and how she got there. She traced the Kef with her finger, how it had burned!

"Buy me Master."

Ceri looked over briefly and saw the man, he was of the wine makers. He looked over each girl, talking in a light and good natured voice to the slaver. "Someone for the fields I should think. I want to give the Free men that work their an incentive."

He stopped and examined a red head named Lana and made some inquiries, fondling her breasts and examining her teeth. Then moved on down the line. Closer and closer.

Ceri started praying to the Priest-Kings for what she was not sure. To either be passed over or bought? She was afraid and confused and a hundred other emotions all bundled into one. He was getting closer.

Ceri was startled by the voice that came out of her body. It sound soft and sultry. "Buy me Master."

He stopped. "And who might you be eh? Stand." His voice was deep and rich in timbre.

She stood. Or rather the girl stood, for Ceri had stepped outside herself and was looking at the scene. "Certainly a pretty little beast" the man said.

She watched as if a dream as he examined her teeth, her eyes. Fondled her breasts and felt her buttocks. "Worthy of more coin then your getting for her slaver!"

"I know," the man she come to hate said through crooked teeth, "but she is being sold for payment of back taxes. You know how the city is." He spat on the ground.

Ceri looked up at the man briefly...saw the kindness in his blue eyes, then quickly looked back down. She did not wish to be beaten again. The man and the slaver talked. She halfheartedly listen. She knew the outcome.

The snap of the leash on her collar confirmed it.

The slaver undid the ankle bracelet. Her Master asked her a question, "What is your name slave?"

Ceri answered him, the way she had been taught. He then gave her a new name. "Ceri."


"Yes Master." she said, pleased with her new name.

A tug on the leash, and Ceri followed.

A Kajira comes home.

The first story posted takes place in the Universe created by John Norman and his Gor novels. I borrow some of his ideas for this story and respect his works deeply. It is actually a collaboration between myself and a friend of mine named Rhyn. The tale is a bit long and could use an editor but it's a fun little piece.

Please understand that some of the names metioned are based upon are past history, using a program called Second Life, and really don't play into the story that much.


A kajira comes home.



Walking along a quiet path, a girl hidden in the blue gowns and veils of a scribe, cries silent tears . . .lonely and lost. She was once a very valuable commodity, highly loved and desired. Now, alone, she is nothing but Free. But, Free to do and be what? She is slave at heart and that slave heart is lost and feels heavy buried beneath all of that clothing.

Somewhere on this same path walks a Master planning for a new role in life as a merchant, having given up the medical field for a quieter life on Gor. He hears the rustle of skirts and knows it is not safe for a woman alone in Gor. He follows his ears and looks upon the back of a Free Woman. She turns as she hears someone approach and the two lock eyes. Her green eyes were unforgettable and flashed like emeralds.

She could barely breath as she looked upon the face of the Man who trained her and loved her. Her Master. Her reason for living, once upon a time. Although her face was mostly covered by a veil, her eyes spoke volumes. Tears swam at the edges of her lashes.

He called her name . . .just the one word, "Rhayn". She stepped into his arms, trembling. As his arms wrapped gently around her, the tears flowed unchecked down her cheeks.

He caught her in his arms, her body trembling and shaking like a Tur leaf in a thunderstorm. He did not know her problems, her troubles or why she cried so, but he held her and found that memories flooded in. Of long nights in front of the fire, of dinners and dancing and stories...memories that he thought he lost. They came back to him so vivid that he thought he needed to brush them them from his eyes.

His hand rose up and he found that he to was crying, shaking. He held the girl and straightened. Looking into her mane of dark hair, he whispered in her ear "I have missed you to Rhayn, my kajira."

Quickly he gasped and held her at arms length, she was no longer a mere slave to do with what he would. She was a free woman, proud and strong! He could do nothing but give her the respect that she deserved.

"Tal, Free woman....Tal, Lady Rhayn." He said quietly. "Although I am happy, well very happy to see you again I will admit this is not quiet the greeting I was expecting." He lowered his head and asked for forgiveness in his slip of the tongue.

He smiled and whipped his brow on his sleeve. He quickly bowed, taking a gloved hand in his own and imparted a single kiss. "A pleasure to see you again my sweet Lady."

Quickly he scanned over her, she was the same old Rhayn. Fire in her devilish green eyes and a bit of unkempt red hair in an other wise stylish hairdo. He could not help but wonder if her body was still curvy and supple under the dress of a free woman. He thought back for a second, thinking of how is glowed in the firelight.

She wore the color blue, which from the high quality of the fabric meant that she was successful as a scribe. He was glad of that fact. He wished he nothing but success and his heart was lightened by her obtaining it.

Still though the girl...no, the Lady, cried before him.

Although it was not common to show a lady affection in public, he placed his strong arms around her and started to pull her into his chest. "Please my lady, do not cry so!" He continued, "These are not tears of joy upon seeing an old friend are they Lady Rhayn?"

Shaking her head sadly, she replied, "Although it is a blessing of the Priest Kings to see you again, I fear the tears are not of joy." Looking over her veil into his blue eyes that shone like sapphire she said in a quiet voice, "I cry because I have lost who I am and cannot seem to locate the girl. I cry because I find myself alone, always alone. I cry, because seeing all this fabric upon my body makes me feel so trapped."

She flicks the veil covering the lovely features of her face with an annoyed flick of her wrist . . . " . . .and this infernal thing. . . .But, I have learned a Lady does not speak thus. I beg forgiveness of you my friend and hope you will excuse my behavior". Turning imploring eyes to the Man who was her teacher, her trainer, her Master . . . "do you even recognize the kajira I once was? Do you still see her in me? I miss her. She . . .I . . feel so lost. It is my heart to serve, yet I have none that want me to do so. It is my joy to see pride on the face of one such as yourself, yet I was abandoned. Tell me, as I am not from Gor, do Master's that are proud of their kajira abandon them and leave them to rot alone?" She sniffs as a fresh flood of tears begins, yet this is anger and shame, not sadness. "I have nothing but the utmost respect for you and do not feel as though you did such . . . it was Serapis. My only recourse was to become city slave and you know that the thought of such was deplorable to me. I chose the veil over a city collar and now . . now I have only words to serve and that is not fulfilling."

Turning her back so that he does not see her weakness she asks, "what am I to do and who will ever love a FW who only knows how to be a kajira? And, how can I be a kajira when I have been . . .this?"

Although she knows it is against protocol, she lowers her veil as she turns once more to face him, her lower lip trembling from the efforts of keeping her emotions in check . . .

He stood their taken aback by her words, her lovely face - something he had always enjoyed staring at - looked at him. Despite the tears that rolled down her cheeks and the trembling lip he did see the kajira she once was. The seductive little vixen, the playful little girl, the strong minded woman. Again he was taken aback by all woman are and are capable of, yet they sometimes choose slavery over freedom. He shook his head, knowing he would never understand the mind or the heart of the opposite sex.

He reached out tenderly, touching her cheek. "Lady Rhayn," he spoke softly, his voice almost a whisper, "I do miss and the kajira you once were. I still see it in you. How many nights did we have together? How much laughter? Owning you was a joy, despite your best efforts to not make it so." A slight smile crossed his lips.

Continuing on he said, "Those days are gone now. You are a Free Woman." He sighed but did not let go of her cheek. He leaned in and kissed her, pressing against her lips and tasting her. Memories again flooded through him, and something primal began to stir.

"No." he thought. "This is wrong but why does it feel so right." He released the woman in front of him and took a step back."

"Lady Rhayn, forgive me." He smiled and bowed slightly. "Your beauty drove me to the kiss." He laughed then, from the heart. "Ah I do understand how one such as you became successful! Serapis was a fool!"

Turning he walked away one or two steps and then turned facing her. "As was I for ever letting you go." He continued, "The heart wants what it wants dear lady. But their is so much history between us, so much time. Even if you are missing the collar, their is no promise it will be what it once was. I've grown older Lady Rhayn, meaner and ornerier. Gor is not what it once was, nor am I."

He sat down on a nearby stump and looked at her. This woman that was once slave, who always spoke from the heart. "I seek not Free Companions or slaves. I seek only peace."

She lifted her skirts slightly from the thigh, pulling the hem of the skirt up enough that she could move her feet freely. She walked softly, closing the space between them and looked down at this marvelous man that her heart still ached for. The stolen kiss had warmed her in ways she had forgotten were possible. Taking a deep breath to calm herself, she reached out and caressed the cheek of the man she knew so well. "Mast . . .Adam, you have always been such a good man. You treated me as if I was more than just some wretch. You were patient with me as I learned. You were so giving with me when I became red silk. You have been such a wonderful friend to me. I seek no Free Companion now either. I am not whole enough inside to be such. I do not know that a collar could save me either. I do seek peace as well."


She trailed her soft thumb across his lips and smiles softly, "And please do not apologize for kissing me for it will never be something I would regret."


Releasing the warmth of his cheek, she sits on the stump beside him, skirts billowing out around her, her long hair falling across her shoulder as she bends. She begins to toy with the ends of her hair to give her hands something to do, she looks at him, tilts her head slightly to the right and grins. "I have been so distraught that it appears I have forgotten my manners. Please sir, tell me how your life has been since we parted."


Leaning back and resting on the stump with her hands behind her propping her up, she does not realize that she looks like an offering to the Man with her chest thrust upward and her face smiling up at him . . .





He laughed a quiet laugh, quiet and light. He had missed her and sitting on the stump next to her had reminded him of that, as had the kiss. He brushed his hand through thick black hair and then scratched his little beard. It had been several days since he had shaved, when he was a doctor he had shaved nearly every day as was required by his caste. Now that he was a merchant...it mattered little.

"Where to begin sweet Rhayn?" Then without prompting he began, talking about the adventures he had...the pain. He had regrettably left the Oasis of Nine Wells after a plague had started that killed most of the citizens of the fair city. How he and his current kajira Kitten wandered Gor, barely surviving...how he had considered selling the girl but in the end she had stayed with him, till at last they reached family and were offered shelter in the city of Port Olni. How he considered taking a position in the Physician's office there but how he had time to think during his long journey.

"Today," He grinned, "I am a simple wine merchant. I've seen to much death Rhayn, to much." He looked down at his feet then, saddened by seeing a city die before him and unable to help, to do anything.

Feeling his pain as if it were her own, she reached out and held his hand between the softness of her own. "Adam, I know you did all that you could to save Nine Wells. Do not fret so, Sir, for none could or would have done more for the city. Kitten is lucky to have you for a Master, never doubt that either. I have heard much of Olni and honestly, the town frightens me a bit but I am so happy to hear that you have found a life that makes you happy. You are happy, are you not? I could not bear it if you were not."

Being so close to him again had her pulse racing. She felt as if her heartbeat could be heard throughout Gor for she could certainly hear it loud and clear. She had to concentrate on controlling her breathing so that he did not realize how his closeness to her effected her. Yet, she could not bear the thought of not being right where she was right now. With Adam. With her Master, if only in her memories. He said he sought not another kajira, but if one were offered to him, what would he do? What would he say? Could she ever be a cherished kajira again? Had she forgotten everything? Would he ever want her again, as he once had?

Realizing she had grown very quiet as her mind raced with questions she could never answer for herself, she cleared her throat and smiled shyly. Unable to be anything other than honest with this man, she said quietly, barely above a whisper, "I have missed you. You will never know how much for there are no words for it." Turning red in the face at such an admission, she quickly turned her head away and replaced her veil. "I know I am not the usual Free Woman and find myself once more behaving out of place. Please excuse the slip ups, but I had no one to show me the ways of the Gorean Free. They only asked me to write and write and write. That is what I did."

She stared down at the graceful lines of her hands and manicured fingernails. Regaining her confidence, she turned her brilliant eyes back to him. "I cannot thank you enough for letting me bend your ear with my sorrows. I am not usually in such a state as the one you found me in. I am still a lioness at heart but even a lioness cries."

Standing, she bends to straighten her skirt that has gotten snagged on a twig. The ends of her long red hair brush against his hand. As she bends, she loses her balance in the shoes she has yet to grow accustomed to wearing and lands on her knees, her head level with his lap. Not immediately rising to her feet, she looks up into his face . . .

He stood there for a second, shocked at what he was seeing. She made it seem like she had lost her balance and fell to her knees but with grace that he knew better. He did not go to help her up, he was used to to having woman at his feet. It was Gor after all.

She sat there, on her knees with big green eyes looking up at him misty with thoughts on the Priest Kings could understand - and Adam could not help but wonder if even the Gods of Gor could understand the mind of a woman.

He reached out and put a strong hand on her shoulder..."Think carefully my Rhayn, of what you wish to do and say." He did not remove his hand or offer to help her up but instead held her in place for a few seconds.


Looking off into the distance he simply sighed. "Of all the days to find an ex kajira. You know if you were sold at market I would have bought you. Or if you were serving in some tavern, I would have bought you." He removed his hand from her shoulder gently.

"Your a free woman now Lady, you have so much to offer the world. You are smart, intelligent, understanding...something about you makes my old hardened heart beat a little lighter." He continued, a little softer now but with a voice still filled with steel. "Any man would gladly have you as a free companion or slave, but think and speak truly Rhayn. You know what a slaves life is. I have changed over time Rhayn. I'm not the simple easy going Master I was, true their is still that part in me."

He smiled weakly. "But times have changed, I've been hardened by life Dear Lady. If you submit, you will feel the lash more. You will be used hard and more often. It will not be an easy life girl."

Finally he stopped and looked down, staring into the deep green orb's he knew so well. He had his answer, her heart betrayed her. He reached into his pouch and found what he wanted.

"Speak well Lady."

Realizing the position she fell into and what must be going through the mind of this Man, she quickly righted herself and stood facing him. Giggling softly she replied, "I can only imagine what you must have thought just now, kind sir. I can almost paint the picture for you. Your kajira, Rhayn, once again on her knees before you, legs spread in nadu, palms up, beckoning to you. Sheer silks upon her breasts, which are perky and begging for your attention." Walking behind him, her skirts swishing softly in the foliage, she trailed a fingernail across his shoulder, tracing a sweet circle as she walked around his body, the smell of jasmine following her and her soft voice barely above a whisper as she spoke only for him. "You may have grown ornery with age, sweet, sweet Adam. But, you are still a Man, Gorean or nay. If I were to be once more your kajira, I would see to your pleasure and not consider it being used. You cannot use someone who receives pleasure from it as well. Though, you my try and try and try. I would put up no protest . . . ." . . . stepping away from him as she spoke, she tilted her head and looked up at him from underneath her long, thick lashes, ". . . .IF I were your kajira."


She grinned, eyes twinkling with merriment. She enjoyed teasing him and letting him know that she too remembered their long nights.
"But, I digress, kajira I am not. For now, I must simply be content to enjoy that look that is upon your face . . ."

She turned slowly to face away from him, letting her eyes be the last to leave his vision. Her hair hang low, falling just above her ample backside. Taking a few steps, she purposely allowed her hips to sway hoping that he was watching her movement. Reaching for a nearby tree with one hand, she turned her head once more to look at him over her shoulder, the smile reaching up to her eyes as once again, they shone with laughter.

Placing a graceful hand in the middle of her chest, just below her neck she asks, "Besides, how do you not know that if "I" were your kajira, I would not once again bring laughter to your world. I seem to recall being able to make your grey days shine as if it were the middle of summer in the Tahari. How do you know that a kajira such as I once was would not be exactly what the physician ordered to keep a Gorean male young?"

Turning once more to face him, she leaned back against the tree, resting her bottom against her hands.

"So that's the way she wished to play it." He thought to himself. "Very well then Lady," he said to her taking a few steps towards her, putting himself between her and the road. She was the same old Rhayn, time had not changed her.

He leaned in quietly, till he was but inches frome her face, he could smell the jasmine perfume and how it overpowered him with desire and need. But she was a Gorean Free Woman and a worthy adversary on any world or at any time. He would have to be careful, and how he had missed this verbal sparing with her!

He pulled his hands out of his pockets and offered her a piece of candy before popping one into his own mouth, sucking on it gently. He pressed his hands to either side of her, feeling the rough bark of the trees under his hands. He looked down into the woman's face and felt her eyes burn into him, it was a warm glowing feeling the melted his heart but he would not allow her that satisfaction.

"Oh you were once my kajira dear Rhayn, and you know very well that you may be at my knees again. Or another's. There are those that do not know when your being serious, and where your being...well, you."

He continued, inches away from her face, wanting so much to pull the veil off her face and kiss the woman he once knew, the girl he once owed. "Your much to beautiful to be free. Your to smart to fall into traps that men lay when they desire you. You will be taken, probably by force dear lady."

He started to raise he hand towards her face only to pull it up and have it land on his chest. "Woman such of you are a rarity, and make the best slaves. They know themselves, they know others...and they know what their heart wants."
"Tell me Lady," he continued, looking into her green sparkling eyes, "are you truly happy being free? Were you happier on your knees?"

He placed his hand back above her shoulder on the other side of her head. Something deep inside of him said in a voice of steel "Woman like you are built to be owned. Men like me to own." He smiled a sly smile, "But we are not the people we once were are we dear Lady?"

His hands dropped to his side and he took a step back. His voice softened but his eyes never dropped from her face. "Dear Lady Rhayn, my Rhayn...once my kajira, a kajira of the heart. You wear a collar heavier then any chain, you wear your collar on your heart."

Taking three steps away from him and dropping a piece of cloth to the ground, giving it a stomp and grind into the dirt for good measure, she turns to face him once more, her face uncovered. Locking her eyes with his, she reaches behind her head and releases the clasp holding her hair back. She shakes her head slightly as her hair falls around her face in soft red waves. As the curls settle around her waist and over her shoulders, she licks her lips, making them glisten in the sun shining through the trees. "I am kajira Adam. Whether I wear silks, camisk, or gown. Are you Master?"

Looking him in the eye, she smirked and gave him a "come hither" grin. "Can one such as you even control a kajira such as I anymore? I think you may find that I am no longer the meek and mild lil’ one of old. In fact, the fire in my blood is much hotter and the bite of me teeth much harder." Sauntering seductively back towards him, licking luscious lips she stopped just out of reach and teased his vision with her entire body, letting him know she was no "girl". In fact, she had grown quite fully into a woman made for pleasure. Her breasts were more than ample and strained against the material of most dresses created for the flat chested Free Women she had seen. Her skin was soft and had a soft paleness that was exotic for Gor. Lush long red hair that teased and tantalized when she wanted it to. Long legs that were meant to wrap around the waist of a man. Beautiful red curls that matched the hair on her head that were designed to intrigue and entice. A flat stomach and soft hips just begging to cradle a man’s body. Hands soft and created solely to massage and stroke, be it skin or ego. SHE had come into her own and she knew it. She reveled in it.


He sighed and turned. She was right, he was old and tired and not up to the battle ahead. She was a young vibrant woman who suddenly surpassed the slave he had once knew. He stood there, mouth agape as she slithered....no that was to harsh and to primitive of a term. She moved with a grace and power that rivaled any sleen, she moved as a slave girl moved, only with more power and confidence and desire than he had seen any girl move before.

He shook his head and could only whisper "careful lady, such language will earn you a collar." But he knew it would not be his. She had, in a simple glance, melted his hard heart, and that it would be him that would wear her collar. That would never do, for a Gorean kajira was owned completely by her Master, not the other way around. Girls often ended up sold for trying to bend their Masters to their will.

Reaching up he took her face in his hands, pulled her close and stared into her deep eyes. Wishing and hoping he was putting on a brave face, a stern face. A face of a Gorean Master who knows what he wants and takes it, not the scared little boy that he was at at moment.

He kissed her again, drowning in the ruby lips of the kajira. Tasting her, feeling her as she melted into him. He shook and felt his heart skip a beat. Right then he knew what was missing. It was Her! It always had been.

Free or slave, it didn't matter.

He released her from the kiss, only to grab her long red hair and pull it back forcing her head up and back. She gasped but before she could protest he kissed her again, feeling her body meld to his. He swore in his mind at his weakness for a mere woman.

Than again, Rhayn was never a mere women. She was an extra ordinary woman, when she was a slave she was outstanding.

"I was a fool to ever let you go Rhayn!" He cried. Then felt the tears start to flow down his cheeks as he held her, feeling the years flow off him. He felt young again.

He pulled her to the tree and grasped her hands in his...pulling them above her head to pin them there. He forced another kiss from her lips and felt something grow deep inside of him...primitive and ancient. Need. Lust. Desire.

He wanted her. He wanted her badly.

His lips pushed into her mouth again and he tasted her again. He said her name, not sure if it was her free name or slave name. Not sure if she was slave or free or even if she knew anymore.

"All that matters," he thought aloud, "is this place. This time, your lips pressed against mine. Your heart beating in time with mine." He moaned. If she was slave he would rape her. If she was free, then such desire would never do. He wanted her as slave. He wanted her as his slave.

Breathing deeply to calm her racing heart, she reached up and wiped the tears from his face.. In a soft voice she replied, "Adam, your kisses brand me more than the heated irons ever did. You have always been my reason . . .always. You forever will be." "You say you were a fool to ever let me go . . .I was a fool to freely walk away. You must have known that I didn’t want to go and that my heart did not follow. I was a good kajira to the other, but never a ‘true’ kajira for he never owned my heart. You have been the only one with its possession . . .and to truly possess me. Your collar on me was like home . . .where I belonged."

Pressing her body against him she whispered, " . . . where I still belong." Slipping her fingers inside the buttons of his shirt, she toyed with the hair on his chest. "I am so lost without you . . ."

Suddenly regaining her common sense, she stepped away from him with her back to him and fanning herself with one hand, she reaches behind her and holds her hair up off the back of her neck . . .the tan lines of her collar faded, but still visible, she grins and says. "Your kisses are still scorching and you have truly turned my thoughts into pleasures I have not taken in quite some time. Pleasures that you taught me. You turned me into an exceptional red silk, if memory serves me correctly. And oh . .. .how pleasing those lessons were." "Makes me think returning to a collar may not be so bad". She giggled again, the sound carrying to his ears. Releasing her hair and letting it fall once more down her back in long curls she turned to him and smiled evilly. "Only, one will have to catch me to collar me and I am not so easily trapped. I have become slippery in my maturity and very cunning. In fact, you may just be stepping into a trap I have set myself."

With a very haughty look on her face and the elegant stance of a confident Free Woman she says, "Tell me, Adam, what would you do with me, if I were kajira? Would you keep me caged and naked?" "Or even bound and gagged for my sharp tongue?" "Or, would you allow that tongue to glide over your body, inch by inch, and drive you to a fever pitch?"

She stood facing him, her soft eyes filled with desire for him, and only him.. Her face a sensual beckoning to him to claim her and make her his again. Her body all warm and wet in places he could not see. She longed to touch him, to taste his skin and to have him buried deep within her. Her Adam. Her Master. But, she was no longer kajira and would have to do with temptation.. And she was VERY good at temptation.

Never taking her eyes from him, she let that very tongue she teased him about come out of her mouth slowly to trace her upper lip issuing the challenge to him.

"Would you let these hands glide over your skin, massaging and kneading your sore and tired muscles or would you keep them in shackles behind my back?"

Touching a tender hand to her bare neck "Would you strangle this neck or keep it tightly to you with a leash?"

Throwing the gauntlet once more she replies, "and what is a kajira such as I would be worth to you? What would you be willing to do to once more have me on my knees at your boot?"

Crossing her arms over her chest, accentuating the valley between her breasts, she looks him straight in the eye as she awaits his responses, hoping beyond all hope, he wants her, if just a little bit. Her desire for this man is overwhelming and she would have let him take her right there against the tree just moments ago. If he hadn’t stopped kissing her, she would not have stopped him. She could not have even if she had wanted to. And what scared her, was that she didn’t want to stop him. She wanted him just as badly. She remembered all too well the feel of him within her heated body, his hands against her breasts, his mouth suckling her . . .

She felt flushed again and turned her thoughts to paying attention to him and listening to his answers to her challenge.


At that moment he knew the true heart of the woman in front of him. Time had changed them both, he had grown harder and colder and knew that deep down his heart was trying to warm the ice that and enveloped him. She had however, grown from the sassy and funny slave into a brass and independent free woman, but underneath the heavy cloth beat the heart of a kajira.

He had owned her once, and now, she stood their once again. He smiled, trying to hide the tears in his own eyes. His dear Rhayn had returned. The slave that she was had asked him a question, the Free Woman...no, the woman that she was demanded an answer. A truthful one, she would have no others.


He looked about and found a stump, then sat down on it. He turned and faced the woman.

"You ask me what I would do if you were kajira?" He smiled, his eyes dancing with mirth. He took off his belt, doubling it and smoothing it out.

"First my Lady Rhayn, would be the loss of your name. For only the Free have a name. I've always been partial to the name Rhayn, so I think that you may keep that as a slave. Of course though, it can be changed at any time. How does Val sound to you?"

He didn't wait for an answer but continued. "Would you be beaten? Once in the beginning. I know that you felt the whip once and did all you could to avoid it. As do most." "But," he winked at her "it has been a long time since you were naked and on the cross."

"Would you be kept naked and in a cage?" The image flashed through his mind and caused some involuntary reactions deep inside him. "Only if it pleased me, remember dear Lady that a slave has no rights, no recourse....for she, he looked at her to gauge her reaction...is an animal." He continued, "And animals belong in cages sometimes don't you agree?"

Again he continued, not waiting for her answer, for he thought he knew it already. "A slave is an animal because they are trained to please. With words, deeds and actions. Your tongue may be sharp, but only because your mind is as well. What fool wishes to have a dullard as a pet?" "The sharper the mind of the animal, the better the training, the better the service. The more the girl understands her heart."

He stared into her deep green eyes, that never wavered from his as he spoke. She stood their proud and lovely. She stood as a free woman stands. She stood as a slave stands. "Such a work of art a woman is," he thought, "so much confusion, so much emotion, so much pride and confidence and love bundled and jumbled up inside."

"You would serve me dinner and wine. You would serve me on the furs beside my bed on the long cool nights, your body betraying your true soul as I run my fingers and tongue over it."

He watched the slight involuntary shudder go through her as the memory of her nights as kajira flooded through her. "You simply have no choice. You would be kajira. Property. Animal. Beloved."

Now was the time to gamble.

"Although to be honest Lady," he sighed, "I am not sure if I am Master enough. I tend to love the slaves I own. So much so that sometimes I think it is I that wear the collar and not them."

"You asked if I would leash you. Oh yes, for one such as you are a prize, and I'm afraid you would be stolen out from beneath me. But to strangle you?" His mind flashed back to an incident where he nearly drowned a girl for daring to speak his name, his head dropping to stare at the ground for a moment.

"If you were to do something to deserve such treatment. Yes, but such a well trained and lovely slave as you once were would never meet such a horrid end would you?"

He looked back into her eyes, searching them for something he knew long ago and waited. She started to speak and he listened to her heart and mind and soul, lost in the music.

"Need it, nay. Want it? Perhaps." Grinning she walked to once more sit beside him on the stump, her bottom pressed next to his and her hair tickling the skin on his arm resting upon his leg. "Not so much as a punishment though, dear Adam, but more as my security blanket. Being alone has taught me so much and I know that underneath it all, I am kajira. Even if I were to Free Companion with a male, I would be kajira behind closed doors. It is who and what I am."

Picking up the beautiful cobalt blue material that was one of her best gowns and fingering its soft silk, she looked down thinking of all she would give up to once more be a true kajira. The freedom to make choices for herself, the freedom to go where she wanted and to look people in the face. The respect she was shown . . .all of it meant a little something special to her but none of it meant to her what being a kajira did. To be kajira was to be true to herself. To be kajira was to be who she was meant to be. But, could she do it again? Could she remember all the things she once knew as life? Would it be natural for her once more? She didn’t know and the not knowing is what scared her the most. And, would she be owned by someone who would be patient with her and give her time to remember or would she fall to one who was abusive, as she had seen some Masters could be. Was the risk worth it? Was she worth it?

Realizing she had grown quiet and introspective, she cleared her throat and smiled once more at this amazing Man who had given her so much. "You know . . .", she started leaning in and giving his shoulder a nudge with her own trying to turn her mood playful once more, ". . . you keep trying to be so serious with me, but I see right through you. I know that our meeting was as much as a surprise to you as it was to me and the fact that I still feel so owned by you. And, I also know that you, in your heart, still feel as though you are my Master and have every right to me. And that you want me just as badly as I want you and I am not ashamed of that. I see the strain on you where you are holding yourself back and I can feel so much from you. Why? I knew you very well once, Adam. Perhaps better than you knew yourself. Have you changed so much that you have forgotten who and what you are?"


Turning her face to his, compassion bright in her eyes. "I have not forgotten and if it were possible, I would remind you daily. You are Master to a kajira and you are everything in the world to someone. You are adored by that kajira." Taking the belt from his hands and letting it fall to the dirt, she turns and kneels before him, raising up on her knees so that her face is level with his and places his hands around her waist . . . "And by one who is free. You are larger than life and life to a girl who would die for you, and one who dies each day without you." Drawing her hands up under his chin, she urges him softly to lift his head and look at her.. "I cannot bear to see you like this, so serious and sad. I feel compelled to do all in my power to bring the joy back to you." Leaning in, she placed her lips softly on his, offering a tender, slow kiss full of longing and love.


Even without a collar on her neck, she loved this Man and always would. She knew she was not behaving as a woman of her station should but she could not bring herself to stop and let this moment pass. If a few stolen kisses were all she would have of him to hold on to, she would be satisfied. Not happy, but content. If this was the last chance she would have with him, then so be it. She would not leave him with that serious consternation on his face if she could help it. She would make him smile if it killed her, and it just might. For what she was doing right this moment was punishable, even for a Free and she knew it. But she didn’t care. He was here with her now and she knew she must take what she could from this moment..

Breaking the kiss, she pulled her face only an inch from his, looking down at him through thick lashes, her eyes glazed. Their mouths were still so close, she could feel the breath from his lips and she waited with anticipation, the invitation in her face. Would he take it or would he throw her away, disgusted by her brazen and wanton actions? Or would he consider this the act of a desperate woman? Desperate she was not!


Giving herself a mental slap on the head she thought to herself "Rhayn, you idiot, you never think things through. You should know by now not to let your heart lead you.".


Rising so quickly to her feet that she nearly knocked him off the stump, she stepped quickly to where her trampled veil lay, picking it up and shaking if off, trying to smooth the material. With her back to him, she said, "Adam, I beg pardon of you for my behavior just now.. I do not know what came over me. Memories, perhaps. But please, forgive me."

Turning only slightly to face him, she once more lifted the veil to her face, her eyes suddenly saddened. "I fear I have put you in an uncomfortable position and for that I shall never forgive myself." She reached up and latched the veil on her left side, the right still loose. She began stammering and notice that her hand was shaking. Taking in a slightly scared breath, she looked to him.

He sat there and listened to the words unfurl from her lovely mouth. They spoke volumes to him and he stood as if in a dream and watched himself move to her. Forgetting about the poison pins that are sometimes hidden in a woman's veil and dress to teach foolish men a lesson, he watched his body from afar take the girls veil in hand. He ripped it off her, then pulled her head close to his lips and kissed her. It was the kiss that a Master gives a slave girl to claim her as his own. He watched her body melt and he knew her emotions. He watched them flood into her.

Then as if in a dream, he let the girl loose. "Forgive you," the voice he recognized as his own spoke, "their is nothing to forgive."

Somewhere far off their was a snap and instantly he turned towards it, breaking the mood and bringing his mind back to his body. "You spoke your heart dear Lady." He realized that he still had the veil in his hand but made no effort to give it back to her, the fabric felt good in his hands and he could taste her flavor on her lips.

He shook his head, clearing the cobwebs and turned, walking a few feet from her he sat upon the log again. His eyes narrowed as he sat there, weighing the next sentence he was going to say carefully. It would be her choice, it would be her option, that much - and only that - he would give her. "How many times has she practically begged to be collared?" he thought.

His mind reeled and then he looked at her with steely eyes as blue as the ice on the far northern sea.

"Kajira you are, you have said so yourself. You stand there and retreat from what you know you must do, what you wish to do! But I will give you the option Free Woman."

He picked up the folded belt from on the ground and pulled a strap of binding fiber out of his pack, laying them both across his knee.

"You can walk away from me Lady Rhayn, and if we ever met again I will not speak of this. You are a scribe and respected and I'm sure loved by those that know you. Your freedom is a gift. I will not let your foolish womanly pride spoil it because you wish to play a game."

He looked at her, his eyes softened and he spoke to her softly now. "Rhayn, you may submit before me and say the words 'la kajira.' I will bind your hands and the woman you once were is gone. Only the slave you are will remain."

"But," he stated with force, "know this. The kajira will be all that remains. Your freedom will stay with the lovely dress here in this spot. So that only the trees and birds will know what occurred here."

He leaned down and brushed a section of the ground, removing any pebbles or twigs from the area in front of him. It was just big enough for her to kneel down in and he was sure that she knew that.

He sat back and waited, watching the Free Woman and slave. His friend and his property. He knew he would watch and wait for eternity if needed. Till even the mighty Sardar mountains crumbled into the sea.

Off in the distance a bird took flight, a cricket chirped. All the world stopped and waited.

As she watched him walk away from her, still carrying her veil, she knew this was a moment that would change her life forever. He offered her the safety of a collar. His collar. Not just the safety it would provide, but the love that she knew went with it. She had always been his and here was the opportunity to once more be a beloved to this Man, this wonderful Man. But, to take it would be to give up everything she had become.

Standing before him, watching his every movement, her mind raced and soared. She was elated, yet terrified. Not of him, but of disappointing him. If she did this, if she submitted to him and became his kajira, she would have to remember all of his likes and dislike or risk the whip.. The memory of her branding flashed through her mind and the terror of that day caused her to gasp aloud.

But then he was so kindly clearing a space on the ground for her . . .showing her that he wanted her submission. He wanted Her . . .the kajira who had been abandoned, the scribe that hated being Free, even the hothead little minx she was inside. He wanted it all for himself and she wanted him, above all others, to have it.

Stepping forward, one slow step at a time, she stood in the clear patch he had created just for her. Looking deep into his ice blue eyes, her sparkling like emeralds, she stood. Just stood. Thinking, weighing her choices very carefully. Then, with resolve set on her face and her features soft with understanding and commitment, she leaned towards his face, kissing him softly once more as a Free Woman. Her tongue teasing his lips until his mouth accepted her kiss. Her hands caressing the sides of his face. Her jasmine scent wrapping around both of them. She told him with her mouth what he already knew to be true. She was His. He owned her once more. He possessed every fiber of who and what she was.

Breaking the kiss slowly, she un-zipped the dress and let the voluminous material slide down her body ever so slowly and fall to the forest floor. As each inch of her skin was exposed for his eyes, and his eyes only, she felt more than saw the shudder run through him.

She removed the bindings around her chest exposing her lush breasts to his gaze. Her nipples were hardened and bespoke her excitement. Thrust forward as they were, perky and tempting, they begged him to draw those nipples into his mouth until she was screaming from ecstacy.

She slid the soft silken panties off her body revealing the patch of red curls that glistened with the sign of her arousal from his kisses. Stepping out of them, she lay them down beside the gown of the scribe she had been.. Her body was on fire for this Man and she felt no shame in being before him in this manner and for his perusal, the sweet scent of her desire for him in the air between them.

She stood before him, naked and open. Her body showing all the signs of her submission before the words were ever spoken. She wanted this and she wanted to belong to him. She wanted, nay, needed, his collar on her.

Sinking silently to her knees before him, spreading her legs wide, she raised her arms above her head, crossed her wrists in complete and total submission and spoke the words that would bind them. "La Kajira."

Looking up at him, lifting her chin, she awaited the one thing that would make her whole once more . . .her Master’s collar around her neck.

She was his Kajira now and loved the feeling of that ownership. She knew the road ahead would be long and hard, but she loved a challenge. And she loved him. Protector. Lover. Friend. MASTER..


His heart stopped, he knew she would submit to him, but somehow he never expected her to actually say the words. Now she had, it was over. He had won. "No," he thought, "she had won, she had everything she once had and wanted again."


He stood and picked up the binding twine and slipped it around her wrists, tightening them with a slight pull. Then he touched her neck and traced a collar with a single finger, "Soon enough we will have a real one about your neck."

"The belt would serve for now." he told her in a voice he hoped was not quavering, and slipped it around her neck. Thank the Priest Kings her face was bowed although he knew she was smiling despite herself.

He tugged it, bringing her to her feet. He wanted to kiss her, to take her again and love her small agile frame. But that could wait, he had waited this long...he chuckled...they had waited this long.


She stood there, naked and enslaved and beautiful. Owned.


"Your sister is going to love you. Let's go home kajira." And with a smile he pinned the veil back on her face, looking into bright moist green eyes.

"Yes Master." she nearly sung.


A slight tug got her moving in the direction of home leaving a blue dress behind.

Introduction of sorts

I used to be a writer. I wrote for some online papers, covering soccer and running. I wrote some short stories here and there, even managed to get a few published. Once, I was even asked to read a poem of mine for Amnesty International.

I got tired of searching for stories that interest me. So now and again their will be some dark stuff here, some stories that may contain death. Slavery, consensual and other wise. BDSM.

There may also be tales of lightness and humor. In other words I don't know. They may even be in the same story. Frankly I don't know yet.

So I decided to try and write them. If you wish to write and publish your own stories on this blog let me know and I'll be happy to add you. Contact me at robertj.waco@gmail.com

Comments are open to all, but moderated. I don't mind constructive criticism but "Dude, you suck!" really isn't constructive criticism is it?

The first story posted takes place in the Universe created by John Norman and his Gor novels. I borrow some of his ideas for this story and respect his works deeply. It is actually a collaboration between myself and a friend of mine named Rhyn. The tale is a bit long and could use an editor but it's a fun little piece.

Please understand that some of the names metioned are based upon are past history, using a program called Second Life, and really don't play into the story that much.