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Kajira Korner Greetings Masters, Mistresses, and kajirae, This month in kajira korner we discuss a variety of issues that may be found pleasing as well as humorous. As always, this column seeks to be a bit serious, humorous, funny, but also pleasing to the mind, body, spirit, and soul of the Gorean way. You are encouraged to submit any questions or comments to kajira_korner@hotmail.com kajira_korner@hotmail.com a girl wishes you well, anony{Mous}
Dear kajira korner, Pop-ups are a prevalent part of the online realm. But in some instances they are used to beg entry, do serves, display dances, and generally greet by some slaves. This girl begs to ask what your thoughts are on this subject.
wishing you well,
greetings pop-up slut, A girl finds that she must admit that a pop-up is not the way to serve a Gorean man. Why is this you might ask? Because it generates an air of laziness within the girl. It creates an effect that portrays artificial emotions that do not react to the one you are kneeling before at the time. Pop-ups are fine and dandy in some realms of the online world. But they are not good in the atmosphere of the Gorean realm. Instead just be yourself! Let the emotion, fire, passion, and desire shine through to the surface as you serve and please Men. This would be looked at much better than artificial emotion and intelligence. kk
Dear kajira korner, This girl was traveling across country in her convertible when all of a sudden she spotted a silver ship on the side of the road. While her heart beat faster and her mind wondered what could be inside, she was not scared. But what she discovered next was a pod person. One that was tall and green. It speaks this foreign language known as Kassar and says its Gorean, but is it truly?
wishing you well,
greetings an alien encounter, A girl has to admit that she would of been scared and ran the other way if she had encountered a pod person. The language you speak of as being Kassar does not exist within the context of the books. It was made up by a group of individuals and has spread throughout certain realms of Gor. As to a person that is tall and green being Gorean, that is a definite no. kk
Dear kajira korner, (This next question was submitted by a girl through the email address. A girl has chosen to answer it with a passage from Dancer of Gor.) Dear kajira korner, This girl is really confused over something and needs help. The other day she read on a billboard about a girl that danced around yelling and laughing about how she was queen of the castle. Well you know the rest of that rhyme. This girl wishes to understand.
wishing you well, greetings give an inch take a mile, A girl offers the following quote, thinking its self explanatory. kk I wondered if my master was weak. Some men are very strong with men, and yet weak with their women. He had just said I was beautiful. That was surely a compliment. Surely it indicated some interest in me, or approval of me, surely in at least one respect. He had said I was beautiful. Could I not then, though it was I who was in a collar, make use of his feelings to own him? Too he had followed me for months, over thousands of pasangs. He must like me then, at least a little. That seemed likely. Indeed, he must care for me. I suspected that perhaps he even loved me. Perhaps I could make use of that. I wondered if he was weak. It would not hurt to test him. I knew that some girls twisted their Masters about there little fingers. I wondered if I could do that. "Master," I said,. "Yes," he said. "I am not a common Gorean girl," I said. "You know that I am from Earth." He was silent "We are going to leave the camp tomorrow," I said. "I would like to have some clothing. I could make a tunic from a blanket, as Tupita did." "Had you not heard my decision, announced to you earlier," he inquired, "that you were to be kept naked?" "Yes, Master," I said. "But I do not wish to be kept so. I would like some clothing. Perhaps you could change your mind." He was silent. "I would kiss you very well," I said. "if you would give me some clothing." "For a highly intelligent woman," he said, "You are inutterably stupid." "Master?" I asked. "Perhaps it is your femaleness," he said. "Master?" I asked. "Kiss me now, with perfection, or die," he said. "Yes, Master!" I said. "Swallow," he said. I did so terrified. "I wondered how you might behave," he said, "if I gave you even a hort of room, even an Ihn of indulgence." "Master!" I wept. But he had seized my wrists and, with a thong, bound them together, before my body. He dragged me toward a low-hanging branch and tied my hands, so bound, over my head to the branch. "No, Master!" I cried. "Please, Master!" He then whipped me. He then angrily, released me from the branch, I blubbering and weeping, half in shock, and dragged me back to the blankets. There he threw me to the foot of the blankets and chained me there, hand and foot. I looked up at him, in terror. He then, angrily, he lay down on the blankets, drawing them about himself, to sleep. "Master," I begged, "may I speak!" "No," he said. I lay in misery until morning. He was my Master. I loved him! I loved him more than anything! But I had failed my first test with him! I had only wanted to know, foolishly, the nature of my power with him, if any, and the nature of the discipline to which I might be subject? I had only wanted to know if, truly, I was his slave or not. Then he had made me serve him, uncompromisingly. Then he had whipped me and put me chained, at his feet. The library was indeed faraway, and I was indeed his slave! I had asked earlier if I was not to be slept at his feet, as might be a sleen, and he had said, "Perhaps later." Why had I not understood then that my behavior was under scrutiny, that he was even then inquiring into the qualities and nature of me? I was in misery, and overcome with contrition. How badly I had behaved! I had failed my first test with my Master, whom I loved. Yet, too, I felt grandly and warmly reassured as to his strength and dominance. I knew when my master was master, that he would never relinquish his sovereignty, that he was a true man. I was content now, and eager, a female, to be his perfect slave. If I had failed his test, he had passed mine. To be sure, I was aware that there might be continuing penalties attached to my having displeased him. I wanted so to sleep next to him, or at his thigh, but instead, now, I might indefinitely be slept at his feet, as a sleen or dog, or as less, as a female slave. But I would rejoice to be even so near to him! Too, perhaps I might be often whipped. I did not know. Too, perhaps, now, I would be indefinitely denied clothing. All such things, of course were within the will of Teiber of Ar, my master. A little before morning, I fell asleep. When I awakened I discovered that a blanket had been put over me. "Master," I said. "I beg forgiveness." He bent over me and removed the chains. Swiftly, tears in my eyes, I knelt before him. I then, unbidden, contritely, timidly, lovingly, kneeling before him, kissed him, serving him with all the sweetness, delicacy and perfections I could. I then swallowed, and looked up at him, hoping to find some particle of forgiveness or kindness in his eyes. "Cook," he said. "Yes, Master," I said. In less than an Ahn I knelt beside his pack. He looked about the camp, and extinguished the fire. He kicked dirt over its remains. He then turned about, and looked at me. To my surprise, he seemed amused. "Did you satisfy your curiosity last night, Tuka?" he asked. "Yes, Master," I said. He had realized then, well enough, what I had been doing! Could I have no secrets from such a man? Was I so open to him the, in my mind, as well as, 'by decision, in my beauty? "And have you learned your lesson?" he asked. "Yes, Master," I said. "Speak," he said. "I have learned my lesson, Master," I said. "Well," he said, "your ears are pierced, so you are not all bad." "I am please," I said. "if even by such a small thing I may please my Master." "We shall get you some earrings," he said, "but they will not be valuable ones, for you are a low slave." "Yes, Master," I said. "Too," he said, "we would not want you stolen for the value of your earrings." "No, Master," I said, smiling. "You are dangerous," he said. "One might grow fond of you." "Master!" I breathed. He then walked over to where I knelt, crouched down, opened his pack and reached within it. He took out a tiny handful of scarlet silk, and opened it. "Master!" I cried. It was the tiny garment, fit for a muchly displayed slave, which I had made for myself on Earth, long before I had known there was a Gor, or a Teiber, or the possibility of a collar. "It is perhaps a bit to lengthy," he said, looking at it," and it could be slit at the sides, and the neckline could be cut more deeply, and it is not diaphanous, or is insufficiently diaphanous, but still it is a not unattractive garment. Perhaps, sometime, if I decide to permit you clothing, at least for an Ahn or so, I will see again how it looks on you." He had seen me in it once before, of course, at the library, when I had knelt before captors. The existence of that tiny garment among my things, in my apartment, of course, had shown them that I was a slave, though at the time one not yet fittingly imbonded. "You brought it from Earth!" I said. "You did not destroy it there!" "Perhaps from time to time in the villa," he said, "I will let you wear it, or less, when you serve me." "I love you," I said, "I love you!" He put the silk away. "I love you!" I said. Dancer of Gor, pages 474-477
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