Kajira

A kajira is this ~

• she serves with passion and pride
  
  
• she loves her Master because He makes her follow her slave belly
  
  
• she is submissive to all Free people and bites her tongue if jealous because she can be killed for it
  
  
• she is totally satisfied and yet has a hard life because she must see her Master purchase and use other kajira and perhaps take a Free Companion, who she must always be differential to, even when she does not feel like it
  
  
• that is the reality of kajira
  
  
• a kajira is valued greatly and well known by her Master/Mistress
  
  
• brought to heights of pleasure that Free Women can only dream about
  
  
• and yet she is fearful that He may at any time cast her aside
  
  
• a kajira's life is filled with uncertainty and joy and submission and fear and rapture and disappointment
  
  
• that is kajira
  
  
• a girl cannot serve with no emotions
  
  
• if she does she is wooden and displeasing
  
  
• it is full of contradictions and hard
  
  
• it is also the pinnacle of pleasure at times
  
  

There Y/you have it, the humble opinion of Master Tarquin.....

You have had many fantasies of being controlled, or chained as another uses you sexually, or have an odd fascination for S&M, and this is why when you heard of Gor you wanted to run and give it a try? I am sorry to let you know that although there are bits and pieces of those things in the life of a Gorean slave, those are the parts of the lifestyle that is few and far between. Believe me when I say when a Master does find it necessary to correct you, neither one of you will enjoy it. Slavery on Gor is a place where, when you are in the presence of a true Gorean, your tummy and heart burns to make them happy, to be one of the ones he calls to his feet. To be allowed the honor of serving him a drink so that he may be captured by your style, your grace, your pure beauty.

That he will ask you to stay there at his feet as he enjoys the light banter with the other patrons, perhaps to never pay another moment of attentions to you, but the mere fact that YOU are there instead of another will thrill your very soul. If he should call you to his lap, you will feel certain you have found heaven, you will feel his strength and have no choice in your heart or mind but to try your very best to please him, however he wishes to be pleased. Even if his desires are for you to wash his feet.. with the velvet touch of your tongue. You may cringe at the idea, but you will run to do it, for if you please him with the small things, perhaps perhaps he will take the time to teach you how to please him in more personal ways. The mere thought of this will make your head swim and your heart skip beats. If you feel that you have this need in you, the need to please, the need of a strong hand over you, then perhaps you have the makings of a Kajirea.

The second reason for the bliss of many slave girls, that sequent upon the appropriateness of bondage for the beautiful woman itself, her female joy in being made to be true to herself, slave, was that, given the flesh transactions in a given city, sooner or later, masters tended to find girls who were, from their point of view, superb slaves, and girls tended to find men who were, from their point of view, marvels as masters. It is a beautiful moment when the woman realizes that the man who owns her is her love master, and the man realizes that the girl he bought, looking up at him, tears in her eyes, is his love slave. Then the only danger is that he will weaken. One must be strong with a love slave. If one truely loves her, he will be that strong. The slavery in which a love slave is kept is an unusually deep slavery. She must serve him with a perfection which would stun and startle other girls; if she should fail in any way, even in so small a way that the lapse would be overlooked in the case of another wench, or bring perhaps a mild word of reprimand, she is likely to be tied at the slave ring and whipped; there is good reason for this; she is, you see, a love slave; no woman can be more in a man's power; and with no woman must he be stronger.

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Sisterhood

• Your sisters on Gor are one of the finest resources you have at your command. One of the best things about Gor is that a slave can go into virtually any chatroom or channel and find honest, open-hearted women who are willing to call her sister, and help her in any way they can. Never forget that in sisterhood a kajira is refreshed and strengthened. If you are unsure of the proper way to serve an unfamiliar food or drink, always know there will be a sister at hand to guide your steps. There are few things sweeter than being guided by a sister whom you admire. I would advise any new slave on Gor to make herself known to a more-experienced kajira whose style speaks to her own heart. The dialogue that is opened in such a way can lead to some very rewarding friendships. And when times are hard on Gor, as they often are -- when you have displeased your Master, or he has somehow wounded you to the quick -- it is your sisters who will come to your aid with comfort and advice. And you, in turn, one day will do the same for them.
  
  
• As you watch in a room and browse through WebPages, you will see the writings of women who know the beauty of the kajira. It is an art. In its finest manifestations it can almost be likened to the geisha culture of mediaeval Japan The primary purpose of a kajira is to fill the life of her Master with beauty and pleasure. Her silks should be of the finest and most delicate weave. Her ornaments should be chosen with care (and remember, please, that NO slave owns anything that was not given to her by her Master.) She should always be freshly bathed and perfumed. Every gesture of her hands and modulation of her voice should be thought out as an artist thinks out a painting. On Gor we paint with words, and our words must be well-chosen. Laziness and lack of imagination in a kajira cannot be tolerated. Each girl on Gor has her own special style, which must be developed and refined. You may choose to reflect your Urthen persona, Or perhaps you may choose to live on Gor as you live in your own dreams. Either way, you must be sure that your are speaking the truth about yourself. You are providing the raw materials from which your Master, when he comes, will use to make you truly his slave. If you ever wish to be the finest of your kind, you must give him good materials to work with. The best slaves have a recognizable style. They may have a particular scent that they always wear, or a slightly unusual arrangement of their silks. They enhance their descriptions of their physical attributes with truthful statements of their emotions and their sensations.
  
  
• Being on Gor can almost be a transcendent experience, if you allow yourself to truly feel the words you speak...and the words spoken to you. Honesty is the better part of honor on Gor. The best Masters will demand it of you. The best kajirae will be true as steel in word and deed. Yes, this is a virtual realm. You are free to change your nick and do as you please behind your Master's back. But if you do so...you are not Kajira. Do not so call yourself. When you accept your Master's collar, you belong to him. If such a thought frightens you, then perhaps you are not meant to be slave. There is no shame in this either. Only be honest with yourself. This may be a part of you that can only be expressed on-line because for whatever reasons it cannot be a part of your off-line life, or you are not happy with how you look or feel about yourself. None of these things matter here, on Gor you are what you perceive in your mind. Try each position in your real life, not just on the computer, close your eyes and FEEL it all. Feel the way each muscle moves, contracts, or screams in agony over the pose. Remember each sensation so that you may be able to add theses feelings into your descriptions. Close your eyes, become what you are on-line. One thing that may help how you perceive yourself is this, no matter how silly it sounds or feels, please try it at least once. In the privacy of the bathroom or your bedroom, stand naked and close your eyes. Stretch your arms over head, making your back pull towards the sky and, while there, feel each muscle. Picture yourself how you want to be and FEEL it. Your arms in the air reaching towards the sky, the feel of your skin, the way the breeze of your fan licks at your flesh. Run your hands over your body, feel the texture of your skin, feel how perfect it is, how soft and warm. it matters not if there is more of it than you would like there to be, or all the things you may find yourself not happy with. all that matters is the sensualness of it. Feel your breasts, your nipples, your tummy, your hips, the roundness of your ass, feel it all. You are a work of art, from the way your muscles move together, the way it can heal after a cut, the way it can recreate, to the simple color of your eyes. Show this in your serves, in your actions, show your personality. If you can show what is inside of you, how can they NOT fall in love with all of the beauty you hold within your heart and mind?
  
  
  

Quotes

"Most female slaves," said Hassan, "walk very proudly. They are proud of their slavery, and their mastery by men. They have learned their womanhood. It has been taught to them. In their way, though imbonded, totally, I suppose they are the truest and freest of women. They are closest, perhaps, to the essentials of the female, those of subservience to the masculine will, obedience, service, and pleasure. In being most themselves, utter slave, they are most free. This is paradoxical, to be sure. Most girls, verbally, will object to slavery, but this half-hearted, pouting, ineffectual rhetoric is belied by the joy of their behavior. No girl who has not been a slave can understand the joy of it, the profundity and freedom. The objections of girls to slavery, I have noted, are usually not objections to the institution which, in the sweet heat of their bodies, they love dearly, and fear only to lose, but to a given master. Given the proper master they are quite content. In the proper collar a woman is serene and joyful."

"How can you talk to me like this and yet keep me a slave?" she asked. "I do not detect the difficulty," I said. "Oh," she said. "One of the pleasant things about owning a slave," I said, "is the opportunity to converse with her, to listen to her, to hear her express herself, her feelings and ideas. One can learn much from a slave. Many slaves, like yourself, are highly intelligent. They can express themselves articulately, clearly, trenchantly and lyrically. It is a great pleasure to talk with them." "I see," she said. "Then, when one wishes," I said, "one puts them back on their knees." "You are cruel," she said. "Kiss me, Slave," I said. "Yes, Master," she said, and kissed me, softly.

"You are a slave," I said. "You are owned. You are a female. You will be forced to be a woman.If you were free, and Gorean, you might be permitted by men to remain as you are, but you are neither Gorean nor free. The Gorean man will accept no compromise on your femininity, not from a slave. She will be what he wishes, and that is a woman, fully, and his. If necessary you will be whipped or starved. You may fight your master. He will, if he wishes, permit this, to prolong the sport of your conquest, but in the end, it is you who are the slave; it is you who will lose. On Earth you had the society at your back, the result of centuries of feminization; he could not so much as speak harshly to you but you could rush away or summon magistrates; here, however, society is not at your back, but at his; it will abet him in his wishes, for you are only a slave; you will have no one to call, nowhere to run; you will be alone with him, and at his mercy. Further, he has not been conditioned with counterinstinctual value sets, programmed with guilt, taught self-hatred; he has been taught pride and has, in the very air he breathes, imbibed the mastery of females. These are different men. They are not Earthlings. They are Goreans. They are strong, and they are hard, and they will conquer you. For a man of Earth, you might never be a woman. For a man of Gor, I assure you, my dear, sooner or later you will be."
~ Tribesman of Gor p. 12

"I have wondered sometimes if a man to be a man must not master a woman and if a woman to be a woman must not know herself mastered."
~ Outlaw of Gor p. 206

"Some ninety-five percent of Gorean slaves are female, and that some ninety percent of these fit into this category of slaves who must figure into their duties, the serving of the pleasure of men. The female slave on Gor, knowing herself owned, is usually in little doubt as to what can occur to her in her slavery. The next level of slaves is that of male silk slaves. These usually bring higher prices, on the whole, than female pleasure slaves. This, it seems to me, is purely a matter of supply and demand. Female pleasure slaves, given slave raids and the sacking of cities, are relatively plentiful on Gor. Male silk slaves are not. The most valuable general category of slaves, however, much to the chagrin of some male silk slaves, is that of the particularly desirable female. These are usually extraordinarily beautiful Gorean girls, once of high caste. Sometimes they are dancers. The prizes purchased by Ubars and rich men for their pleasure gardens usually belong to the types of girls included in this general category. Girls of political interest, too, it might be mentioned, are usually included in this category. For example, a captured, enslaved, Ubara would commonly bring a very handsome price. These general remarks, dealing only with with major and obvious categories, should be understood as no more than a crude orientation to the subject matter as a whole. A girl who seems to most men only a low-grade kettle-and-mat girl may be to a given man very precious. She may be as valuable to him as a collared Ubara, one who must now, strictly, be taught her duties as a slave."
~ Fighting Slave of Gor p. 163

"My original name was Susan," she said. "My last name does not matter. When I became a slave, of course, my name was gone. Animals do not have names, except as their masters might choose to name them. The name 'Susan' was again put upon me, but now, of course, I have it only as a slave name."
~ Kajira of Gor p. 57