kajira

Keeping her gaze on the furs,
she crawls forward as though drawn,
to the place of her perfect rest,
at the feet of her Master, His pawn.

At once she feels His power,
she trembles at His scent,
aching to feel the touch of Him
she whimpers, her focus intent.

Just as He pleases and when,
He nudges her thighs apart more,
smiling at His property,
He pets her and sees His choice was not poor.

In soft beseeching whimpers,
she nudges His hand in gentle pleas,
to serve Him and please Him her everything,
submitted, committed and on her knees.

Reaching deep within her belly,
she burns so brightly it makes her ache,
to feel His heated gaze upon her,
His pleasure in her she strives to make.


Again she crawls to Him,
His kajira, His girl, His slave,
she nuzzles near and showers soft kisses,
a girl owned, property made.


the humble writings of miri{MS} devoted property of Master Mishima

The Slaver

Eyes of steel, unremarkable, but calculating
The Man casts his gaze over the slave flesh
Each girl somehow special, unhestitating
as they offer their necks for the leash.
.................

Tall girls, short girls, girls with ample curves
They are all the same to him, coins to be earned.
They will be taught the dances, and the serves
And will learn to please a Master, or be spurned.
.................

Trembling they mount the block, the Man behind
Herding them one by one, his whip at the ready.
Each girl hoping for a Master who is kind
Their hearts beating and their legs unsteady.
.................

They whimper as he touches them, how vital they are!
Pretty slaves squirm and display their charms,
The buyers discerning, they come from near and far
Looking for the girl that will lay in their arms.
.................

One by one, the slavegirls are bought and sold
Under the vibrant banners of yellow and blue,
He smiles, well satisifed with his coffers of gold
A Man...a Slaver...collecting his due.
................. 

chrisy{JZ}....property of Jezyrack

Roaring Tide

Free from the restraints of society, 
Free from the fall of mans deceit,
In an empire not known to many,
In a world where all knew their place.

It is not a matter for weakening souls,
It is not a matter for falsehoods,
It is a matter of honor and respect
That draws us in with the tide.

A new age has dawned upon us, 
A new life to follow, a life that is us,
We know in our hearts we have chosen well
Now it is a matter of proving we belong.

Once the flood gates had been opened,
The tide could not be stopped,
The force had been released into our lives,
There was now no turning back.

The words had been spoken and respoken,
Actions backing each one,
Time had come for all to see,
What they had now become.

No longer fearing the weakness of man kind,
They grew and blossomed into nature's own,
Nature's nurturing and His guidance,
Had shown them the ways.

At last they found their freedom,
Away from restraints and lies,
They had the freedom to take their place,
Among the beauty of Gor.


Eve{Bj} (15th of January 1999)