What it is to be a Slave on Gor?

I have a much more colored tapestry than I did in 2011. So here is looking back at the version of me in 2011.

coin's toes cross the ground as she steps and rises with a deep breath; she begins....

Are Humans Created Equal?

"All men are created equal!" bellows the Declaration of Independence. A true Gorean would roll his eyes at such nonsense, for to him the greater evil would be if all men were forced to stay equal. To a Gorean, the caste system rejoices in the differences of every human. The true competition in a caste is among peers, allowing the best to rise to the top, yet not insulate them from the pressures to be the strongest. Every man is free to excel, a much fairer, and perhaps, happier way to live and work.

Men are not created equal, and it would be criminal to try to keep them equal, in spite of their vastly different skills, desires, and motivations. It is equally absurd to try to force men and women to be equal. A woman on Earth is expected to be a respected caregiver of her family, an equal source of monetary gain as a professional worker; then expected to transform into a sexually stimulating hell cat in the bed room. How can she meet all these expectations; she's too tired by bedtime! The key here is not that the Earth woman isn't submissive, it is the very fact that her attempt to be everything is a passive-aggressive yielding. She tries to fill every role by deforming herself into something she is not. She is by nature submissive. Within modern expectations of womanhood she must refute the need to be pleasing for others, and believe she must strive to do everything better or the same as a man.

Now, lift the veil see a world that is not Earth. The humans here must be nothing more than what is true to his or her natural role. This is the premise and the promise of Gor. Humans of Gor are not bottled, but rather explosive in every action and breath. They live with the knowledge that each being is unique.

Gor is counter to Earth in its raw beauty. There are no excuses for its inhabitants. They live with honor and an unshakable caste system that allows them to prosper physically, mentally, and emotionally. The men are not cut from soft cloth, but formed in strength. The men are unyielding in their passion for life. Honor is of the highest concern in this world of dominant men for there “are no mere points of honor." (Vagabonds of Gor)

A human that has a single role can not deny the simple truths of that role. A blacksmith must learn to work hot iron, a warrior must learn how to use his weapons, a kajira must learn how to use her body. The simplicity of Gor is elegant. Can’t imagine it can you? Panner the Poet, a well known wordsmith of Gor, said recently in a speech he delivered in Two Ravens, "Humans don't really want to be kept equal, they just want a fair chance at becoming unequal."

Command the dreams of Gor, or submit to them; there is no other choice. The truth of a woman's sex masters her. Within her own needs are her chains. To deny the core is to be in constant search to fill a void. "In denying it we deny our nature. In betraying it we betray no one but ourselves. The master will never be happy until he is a master. The slave will never be happy until she is a slave. It is what we are." (Explorers of Gor)

Imagine beauty, bold and unleashed. It manifests itself in the Gorean slave; it makes her dance exquisitely, it makes her lips purse in soft smile as she pleases. The woman is fulfilled as her "Slavery, true slavery, comes from within.”(Savages of Gor) She rejoices in the gift of slavery as it “ is a whole way of life, involving a total modality of existence." (Players of Gor) Challenge the girl with corrections so she may grow. She will learn quickly she is “openly and publicly a slave, yours or any man's, to whom you might give or sell [her]. Absolute power is held over" (Beasts of Gor) a slave girl. For such is the nature of the uncompromising will of Gorean men.

Freedom in bondage of body, mind, soul is the apex of a Gorean slave. Understanding the nature of a kajira beast is the gift of men on the planet Gor. Every fiber of a girl aches to please men; she is “eager to please, imaginative and intelligent, monitoring her own performances and feelings, striving lovingly to improve and refine them. [She] [herself] will be largely responsible for making [herself] the superb slave [she] will become."(Savages of Gor)

Gor is the planet where humans are not equal, but unique in their ability to live without constraint.

coin breathe deeply aqua eyes flash..as honey chime voice swirls, "this girl thanks you Masters, Jarls, Mistresses this day for gift for the honor to speak about this thing called slavery." She softly crosses the floor sliding to her knees. Palms pressed to her thighs facing up with head tilted gently to the side..lips pursed silent as she burns to hear the commands of man.