Musings

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A tiny jingle of bells, a rustle of silk the soft moans of a kajira as she walks...her thighs frustrating her heated sex as she appears before You out of the shadows a brilliant sight of color no matter her position. This humble girl wishes to write about a few things she learned this last holiday weekend. she hosted and attended what has now become a tradition known as GORFEST.  In this girl's cyberworld she is the first girl of her city and senior kajira trainer, however in the real world one kajira is just as beautiful and well trained as the next. she saw one sister dance so wonderously it brought tears to eyes. she saw one new to the world as she struggled to learn and please bringing her own innocent beauty. each putting their heart soul and belly into each task. When one slacked or grew tired the others pitched in and drew together. this girl learned it is easy to type out a serve searching for new words to express herself each time and in some cases...cut and paste hastily. Yet in the real world moving so fast a girl must truly allow her slave belly to guide her and rely on the secret places of her mind. Not having time to sit and think but acting immediately upon command.  The first meeting of GORFEST was a gathering of a small family from a wagon camp on the plains bonding and growing close, the Rarius perfecting Their warrior skills in sparring contests and telling stories around the fires as the kajira kneel before Them. The kajira discovering their slave bellies in serving and dance contests and poetry contests. Brother and Sisters...10 of Them...with three little ones serving. slaves serving with no end in sight hot and tired as a Master's laughter rings out in the night. This true slave learned the difference between virtual and real time. her fantasies coming true. Online many can pretend and use pretty pictures but in real time there is no hiding the shapely womanly curves ...the extra weight...the tired eyes. It is easy to type about melting to a girl's knees, however the pain and concentration of actually doing it during competition in real time after serving 10 hours straight is unimaginable. slaves were then rented out and expected to pleasure and serve for the remainder of the night. silk colors are not mentioned in the books as they are used in the chat rooms...and make no difference in real life either. Simply sisters working together to please all Masters and to make their own Masters proud.  This girl has seen many things online in the rooms of Gor...seen many hurt and rivals and hatred but what she never realized before are what these P/people are truly about when T/they come together in real time. The next time kajira that you are angry about things in your home...or thinking how easy it is to be a slave just being a lap girl or furring. Try going to your knees and actually kneeling in nadu ...feeling it...this girl believes that you will actually feel the burn of your belly and know in your heart that this is not a game. Warriors with teary eyes from windy skies and a beautiful kajira at His feet she lies.

written by vega{SKG}/babygirl for "Kassar Kronicles"
KnightRangers Weekly Newspaper put out by Kassar Gorchat


Countdown

five weeks and counting 
i tell myself each night 
the event is getting closer 
my belly tight with fright

i know that they all love me
or so the whisper in my ear
as the gaze upon me 
and have me fetch a beer

my sister runinng proudly
the lovely heads held high
and Master bellering loudly
just to see them run on by

shady's in the kitchen
stars working on her dance
babygirls set to switching 
and sada shakes her ass *wink*

et is getting married
oh what a lucky girl
the rest of us are harried
our brains all in a twirl

the Master bold and brave you see
stand before us sunday night
with tarn and whistles we will be
buying them out right

the Mistresses of lovely face
will guide us all the while 
with a whip to speed the pace
and a barely veiled smile

to those of you who are new
please keep one thing in mind
we people here do cherish you
and we have one hell of a time

so the countdown continues 
into the warm may nights
and it whipes away the deepest blues
because it makes our heart light

5 weeks 4 weeks
3 weeks 2
whats a girl suppose to do
1 week now a few days and then
GORFEST is back and friends meet again

written by Devotion
Apr 23, 2004


Imprefections perfection

i am my Master's cuddly kaji
i am not skinny as my sisters
kaji knows she got ass
and it jiggles when she walks
it makes Him smile

i am my Master's fur warming bunny
i have my stretchmarks to match
kaji Master calls them love lines
and He traces them with His fingers gently
and it makes Him smile

i am my Master's pride and joy
i have my chin whiskers but
Master does not see them
and He says "smile girl"
and i do
and it makes Him smile

i am my Master's wind and song
i snore at night next to Him
but He does not mind
He says "you sleep sweetly Mine"
and i do
and i wake up in His arms
and it makes Him smile

i am my Master's yummy treat
i have a large heart 
to match my large feet
He said to me just the other day
"Your toes are My dear as cute as buttons"
i stick them in the sand and purr
and it makes Him smile

i am my Master's strong one
i stand by Him 
He looks into my eyes
and i lower mine quickly
"You have made my proud- STRIP!"
and i do
and it makes Him smile

i stood one day and watched
as my waif-like sisters danced
i scooted away from Him a bit
i thought He was watching 
them
- they did not make Him smile


Under the moonlit starry night skies
He called me to His feet
and i went
He spoke gently and firmly
"Rub two sticks together they make fire-
but not that which I seek.
The fire you have in your eyes-
the dampness of the silk draped 
across your thighs.
You can make a great meal for Me.
You have polished My steel.
You know where to touch 
when it's been a hard day.
You are loved
I salute You my girl
You are the jewel 
You are my crown."

- and His words... made me smile 

written by sha'dei
Oct 12, 2005

 

A jewel

Death Shadow 9/5/1999

 

A jewel lit up my vision

With passions roaring flame

This Gem was in a kolar

vega was her name

 

A smile to make the toughest Man

Fall down to His knees

And thank the Gods in heaven above

For such a sweet release

 

Her voice like angels singing high

In praise of Honor and Steel

The only metal that she loves

The kolar she doth feel

 

So let them say what they will

About a kaji true

she has made herself a home

What can they say of you?

 

Ballad of Sha’Kar

 Sha’Kar GreyEagle 5/27/2000

 

The night was split with a loud cry

He snapped off the ko-lar with a worried sigh

The child was born, Free as the new Mother

Only seen by His Father and one Other

The Master held His boy with a proud smile

And then held His girl tightly for awhile

The other One there, Brother to the Master

Took away the child, to care for and look after

The Mother was re-kollared and taken by the Master back to Kataii

No one was the wiser and no one questioned why

The Master and slave shared a love known to All

But in a moment owned by cowards, the Master did fall

The Boy was not told and grew stronger by the day

And the Uncle instructed Him in the Rarius way

The slave mother grieved at her complete loss

But kept Their secret hidden, saving the cause

she was sold and bought

she ran and she fought

But never once did she ever let on

That she and her Beloved Master had begot a Son

The Son grew well and strong and soon became a Man

And wanted to set off for His Father’s homeland

His Uncle told Him of His Father’s death

The young Man turned to hide that He wept

Then the Champion Uncle fell in the pit

And the young Rarius left in spite of it

He south His mother, who gave Him life

He conquered all obstacles, overcame strife

He found His mother hiding in the wild

He presented Himself to her, her one and only child

Her tears swelled up at the very sight

And They held each other oh so tight

But the horrible truth that she knew to be

Was that she must die to keep her son Free

So she sent Him to town for meat and bread

And when He returned, He found her dead

He fell to His knees and clutched her to Him close

And then He found the letter she wrote

Telling Him all of the tales that she raved

Of her and His Father and the things that she saved

He opened the chest with the key she had left

And pulled out the stuff that she once laid to rest

He shined up the helm and the sword that was there

And the gold and the legacy to which He was the heir

So now You know the story and the way things are

And now You know what happened to vega and Sha’Kar

Seth trained Me well to stand on My own

I was FATHERED BY A MASTER

BORN UNTO A SLAVE

TRAINED BY A CHAMPION

BUT NO LONGER ALONE

I’ve taken My Father’s name and My Father’s sword

My mother’s devotion, My Uncle’s Iron Word

So when You see an Askari Helm and Askari Blade

GreyEagle is My Family, Sha’kar is My name

 

Our Family

Seth GreyEagle (Sha’Kar GreyEagle) 9/5/1999

 

A Rarius family, not One but All

With pride and honor, We do stand tall

We fight, We love, We honor, no pity

We defend with our lives the walls of Our city

We expect no mercy and show the same

Our city is Ba’Bonti, GreyEagle Our name

 

Hail Soth, Our Administrator, Brother and Ubar of wars

Hail Vareem, Our Magistrate and youngest Rarius with scars

Hail Bersus, Our Chief Builder and Engineer of Ba’bonti

Hail Puma, Our Wanderer and Ambassador gone tramping

Hail Death Shadow, Our Ubar Brother of Kataii standing proud

Hail Red Ohm, Wielder of the Golden Katanas still singing out loud

 

Hail Lady Karen, Kataii’s Ubara and Lady of Gall

Hail Lady Red, Big Sister Who takes care of Us all

Hail Tang’Hota, Our Healer and defender of need

We all may be GreyEagle but We are mortal, We bleed

I also have two Brothers that I speak of with pride

And My love for Them and honor to Them, I will never hide

 

The next Brother I speak of was named Bramanuk

He was Our youngest Brother and His life I took

As a prankster He lived His life and on blade’s edge

And with honor My Brother did end His life’s pledge

 

The last for this saga I speak of True Honor

His name was Sha’kar, a most treasured Brother

He was murdered one day and then my whole life changed

I was not there to save Him, I’ll never be the same

 

As for Me, I am Seth GreyEagle, Rarius I stand

Formerly departed Brothers I salute the skies

Now this saga ends for this wind

It stings My eyes.

 

My jewel

Death Shadow 2000

 

I saw a girl with beauty true…

That touch my cold cold heart

With but a kiss I breathed anew

And the beating again did start

 

She showed Me that a girl can love

With belly flaming bright

And showed me that I was not alone

On that warm September night

 

I made her mine…

With Tarn and gold..

Not knowing future’s path

And watched her serve…

With kaji pride…

And then I knew the path

 

A night of Passion

A serve of Heat

And I held her in my arms

And with a kiss

The Master fell

To the girl’s sweet charms

 

A flower handed to Me

A kiss of lips so sweet

A card given with a note

That made my cold heart beat

 

The travel home was hard…

For my mind did spin

I knew from than…and after

That that girl I would win

 

She ran to me…In Camp and Home

And knelt before Me shaking

A runaway from pain

To love never ending

 

A clash of steel against steel

A kolar falls to soil

And as the new life

Of the jewel begins

The blood of Fire doth boil

 

A camp does die…

For reasons wrong

But then I see the light

No matter what losses I will take

My girl kneels at My side

 

I have gold

And silver Tarsk

Treasures from life so cruel

But lose them all

I’ll still be rich

For I always have My jewel

 

 

i sit alone here in the dark
with strong emotions and a heavy heart
as the time approaches once again
and i cant be there with my friends

So far away and yet so near
i wipe away another tear
no one here... can understand
what it means to me and means to them

its something more then i can pen
free to be... free to pretend
a place i found a part of me
surpressed by lifes reality

a place i felt i belonged
where i could do nothing wrong
no one judged, no one jeered
and when i danced they all would cheer

they accept me as i am
they dont reject me or condemn
being sexy wild and free
is a normal part of this society

and even though its but once a year
the memories last and i hold them dear
no one can take this away from me
i only wish i could make them see

i only wish i could make them see
just how much Gorfest means to me
if they could see it through my eyes
then they would know why it makes me cry......

i thought id try to host one here
have it closer have it near
but i could never replicate
what my dear friends can create

i know that im not alone in this
an urge so strong i cant resist
to fall upon bended knee
to embrace the beauty of my slavery........

written by kathleen 19/05/05

 

Ode to My white

By Sha’Kar

 

I wake in the morning

With you right by My side

I watch you sleep and hear you breathe

My love I cannot hide

You alone are My heart, you are my soul

In you I do confide

All of My fears and all of My dreams

The times I’ve laughed and cried

Around your neck is My collar

Your leash rests in My hand

The bond We have, the love We share

Few could understand

But no one else matter to Me but you

Eyes of crystal blue, skin alabaster

For as is now till the end of time

You are My slave, I am your Master