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The Path
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She entered through the City's gate,
And wandered down a narrow street,
To watch as women cast their fate,
And kneel before their Master's feet.
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"What is this place?" she whispered when,
On the Street of Brands she turned,
To step into a world of Men,
And feel her own sweet belly burn.
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They spoke of Tarl, and then of Gor.
She gathered all those daring tales,
To savor Norman's metaphors,
About the dominance of males.
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She yearned to kiss the guiding hand,
That claims a female's willing soul.
She ached to feel the cold steel band,
Submitting all to His control.
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Kajira was the word they used.
She whispered it in reverent tone.
Pleasures taken, fleshes fused,
As Masters took what Masters own.
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There she learned with other slaves,
To kneel and serve so many Men.
Understanding Gorean ways,
She came to love that paga den.
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And, in her education there,
Discovering as is learned by all,
Nothing about Gor is fair,
And truth is but a Master's call.
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Within her heart now lies a strength,
Of who she is and what she knows.
Her path is of infinite length,
And she will learn, as yet she grows.
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Here in the quiet solitude,
Accepting all she ever found,
She kneels with humble gratitude,
And finds the ways of Men profound.
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Now wearing a collar about her throat,
Her dress is of a common fare,
The words engraved in steel denotes,
"Property of Master Bear"
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tessa{Bear}    3/26/99
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Day & Night

Imagine a park on a summers day, the heady scent of fresh air, pure and untainted Now shed your clothes, your inhibitions, all the baggage of your life. Feel the dappled sunlight, and the warm breeze as it caresses your skin,

Dance barefoot over the sweet grass, twirl around until you become giddy

This is but a taste of the freedom you feel, at the feet of your Master

Stay awhile in the park, and watch as the sun disappears in majestic splendour Casting it’s golden light, shot with silver and scarlet streaks Filling the air with color and light, and your heart with joy Catch the last rays of sunlight in your hands, and gaze in wonder around you

This is but a taste of awe you feel, at the feet of your Master

Rest for awhile, until cool moonbeams tickle your exposed skin Listen as trees whisper in mock indignation of your nakedness, And shiver as the cold moon gazes at you, inspecting and judging you And quiver if you are found wanting. Feel the coldness, taste it and remember it.

This is but a taste of the fear you feel, at the feet of your Master

Sleep peacefully, and awaken as the first rays of sunlight peek over the horizon Bask in the warmth and exhilaration you feel as the sun rises, bringing joy and laughter, Knowing there is nothing you can do that will effect or change it. Feel the strength, feel your own weakness as you lay before it, drinking in it’s power.

This is but a taste of the submission you feel, at the feet of your Master

Rejoice in your slavery, and savour every precious moment you are owned by him.

chrisy{JZ} .........property of Jezyrack, March 17 1999